The Unatural Orginization: Arc 1 The Night in R'lyeh (IC)

[Young Gun]

6 people sat silently in a room. Some no more old then 14 and others could be conisdered ancient. The room itself was large with fine carpeting and the mounted heads of various animal creatures on the wall. The large door to room opened and in stepped a blonde haired man, his eyes a pale blue and he sported a long trenchcoat. A cigarette was nealtly placed in his mouth and an almost arrogant smile was on his face.

"Well good to see you that you two showed up." The trencoated man said nodding towards the ones in the room known as Athalos and Calla. "Alright if you folks don't know me and I'm sure you do, my name is Walken. I'm just everyday kind of fellow I enjoy food, sex, shelter and I happend to get caught up with the supernatural every once in a while. But in case none of you have noticed people are reporting stranger and stranger things these days. Seems a lot of the creatures are crawling back out of their closets. So I decided start this little group you see today. Now I don't much care for how you feel about me...... hell you don't even have to trust me. Because the only thing that matters is what we were gonna do. So Yuki, Athalos, Calla, Moriarty, Wadsworth, Mikkish any questions?" Walken asked as he put his cigarette in ashtray.

[Ishnorb]

"Do I get a place to sleep? What do I do about food or nourishment?" Althalos let his demonic or medieval accent go. He was in fact in his demon form to show the newcomers what he was, despite their feelings on the supernatural. He may of been a demon, but sure as hell didn't act like one.

[Young Gun]

"Do I get a place to sleep? What do I do about food or nourishment?" Althalos let his demonic or medieval accent go. He was in fact in his demon form to show the newcomers what he was, despite their feelings on the supernatural. He may of been a demon, but sure as hell didn't act like one.

"Why yes you do." Walken said as he sat down on one of the many chairs. "Moriarty as that all taken care of."

[Padriac Muldoon]

"Quite." Moriarty added, blowing a smoke ring. "You will each be designated a guest suite. You may ask Wadsworth for your keys."

[Ishnorb]

"And the food?" Althalos liked to eat, well his primal form did. "I like to be well fed. It keeps papa bear in hibernation if you catch my drift....." Althalos said with a chuckle. "That puts you all in no harm, but cows within a couple mile radius are."

[Young Gun]

"And the food?" Althalos liked to eat, well his primal form did. "I like to be well fed. It keeps papa bear in hibernation if you catch my drift....." Althalos said with a chuckle. "That puts you all in no harm, but cows within a couple mile radius are."

"You gripe a lot for a demon. Maybe I should have just killed you." Walken said smiling "Anyway I got some buiness for us to look into. Revolving around this cult."

[Klyix]

She glared at Walken when he entered the room, clearly still not happy about his stunt earlier. But she heard him out because - although she'd never admit it - she was missing her work, she craved the adrenaline kick that came with it. She was quiet for a moment as the others discussed the more mundane things, the necessities. Then she piped up. "So, what happens. We go kill whatever you don't like? Because as it stands we're just a group of strangers who will ultimately fail." She spoke matter-of-factly, talking from experience.

[Padriac Muldoon]

"No no friends, food will be provided at brunch, and dinner." Moriarty rose from his chair. "Anything else?"

[Ishnorb]

She glared at Walken when he entered the room, clearly still not happy about his stunt earlier. But she heard him out because - although she'd never admit it - she was missing her work, she craved the adrenaline kick that came with it. She was quiet for a moment as the others discussed the more mundane things, the necessities. Then she piped up. "So, what happens. We go kill whatever you don't like? Because as it stands we're just a group of strangers who will ultimately fail." She spoke matter-of-factly, talking from experience.

Althalos chuckles. "I have faith. At least for a bit." Althalos was focused on protecting Calla. If he brought some justice along the way, that was a bonus.

[Young Gun]

She glared at Walken when he entered the room, clearly still not happy about his stunt earlier. But she heard him out because - although she'd never admit it - she was missing her work, she craved the adrenaline kick that came with it. She was quiet for a moment as the others discussed the more mundane things, the necessities. Then she piped up. "So, what happens. We go kill whatever you don't like? Because as it stands we're just a group of strangers who will ultimately fail." She spoke matter-of-factly, talking from experience.

Walken gave her a polite smile "Not quite. I have nothing against these people but they must be dealt with. So have any of you ever heard of the Cult of Cthulhu?" Walken asked as he stood up.