[OOC] Old One Rising (A Lovecraftian adventure-horror RP) (Reboot)

[ONL]

@Eviledd1984 Great, just wanting to make sure of that ;)

[T Risket]

@RBYDarkHey RB, You still on? Wanted to ask real quick if you would rather me write in august saw Duprees "wall" or they rescheduled it for tommorow? I can write in dupree had a class or lecture he needed to attend if you'd like to go the former route. If I don't hear from ya soon I'll just write out something vague, leave it in the air kinda.

[RBYDark]

@T Risket Taking a brief break. You can say he visited - referenced a few things that went on Dupree's wall in my first post, but generally it's articles of odd happenings and untimely coincidences.

[T Risket]

@T Risket Taking a brief break. You can say he visited - referenced a few things that went on Dupree's wall in my first post, but generally it's articles of odd happenings and untimely coincidences.

@RBYDark

Gotta edit my post down and just generally look it over before posting (wrote out that they rescheduled before I saw your reply, so I gotta rewrite that)

Really sorry again guys-feel like I been a big ol slacker lately. Good news is I get laid off this Friday (seasonal work) so I will have all sortsa time on my hands! Just been real buisy trying to "wrap the season up" so to speak before I get laid off (AKA trying to soak overtime up like a sponge)

Long story short though my post is pretty mutch ready to go, save for some tweekings...but I really gotta go pass out tonight, lol

[ONL]

@T Risket Don't worry (too much) about it, as long as you come back posting we're all happy. Looking forward to it being finished and tweeked :P

[T Risket]

*sighs* Ok...my post still isn't ready to go up, mainly because I've gone overboard with this giant detailed post. Gonna throw up the big ol chunk I have done so other people can get writing if they want (Cause Im close enough to finishing that everyone should get the gist of my post, pretty much wana strecht out my dream sequence though)

Post that is taking me way to long to write

Before long August and Dupree were sequestered away within the confines of Duprees private study, the good professor having been kind enough to not only treat August like a sane individual but also went about reinforcing his beliefs that he wasn't a madman-Faye Desdemona was or at some time had been a very real person.

August had to admit the majority of clippings upon Dupree's infamous wall had been quite the sight, his eyes doing a dance that tried to connect all of the macabre murders, suicides, and unexplained phenomena that literally sat pinned against the wall before him. Withdrawing a wallet sized camera from within one of the many pockets of his beige trench coat August flipped a switch on the small rectangular object which then sprung open with a pop into a tapered triangle shape. Most wouldn't outright recognize the impressive piece of technology he held as many were still used to the much more common big and bulky types of cameras-not the sort of science fiction device August held in on of his massive paws. Letting Dupree get a good look at the camera and hearing no objections August began taking picture after picture and before long had photographed the entirety of the whole wall. For a moment the detective in him salivated at the idea of trying to decipher each and every secret confined within what was quite possibly the most devilish puzzle he had ever seen. But then he remembered he was already trying to solve his own personal puzzle-a puzzle that could very well have a piece hidden within these various paper clippings.

Hopefully he now had a comrade to help him in his search..

As the two stood there trying to decipher some sort of meaning or pattern within the impressively put together wall of articles consisting of both crimes of passion along with outright insanity August found himself occasionally glancing towards Dupree in a momentarily peculiar way, almost as if to simply relay the fact that he was glad the other man was there-Dupree was afterall walking proof August wasn't entirely crazy. Proof that this whole world wasn't entirely crazy.

Or did all this just prove the opposite? Perhaps the pair rightfully belonged in the old Sanitarium, the very place that even August had heard foul whispers of despite his short time in the City.

Pushing these thoughts from his mind in a way that he had become rather adept at doing August finished the cup of tea Dupree had brewed for the pair-not too fast as to appear rude but quick enough that he was clearly intent on leaving. It was a shame too he thought-it was a damn good cup of tea afterall and he truly didn't mind the company. But August had a set goal in his head at the moment and no amount of tea and coffee could dissuade him once he was set upon a path.

No, nothing short of a bullet would stop August from finding his answers.

With a tip of his fedora and a few heartfelt words of gratitude August was gone and before Dupree knew it all that was left in his place was the faint smell of cheap cigarettes along with a business card containing little more than August's name and number-although in this case he also wrote the rooms phone number for the Nightshade Inn.
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The rest of Augusts day had been spent tracking down a man with a decent darkroom: the man who finally was able to help him out in this regard hadn't even been a man at all though. Quite the contrary infact as Cindy Usher was in many ways many a mans ideal looking lady-well, most men.

She was a kind girl in what August assumed was probably her late twenties and considering the way she was as equally quick to flirt as she was to talk back he thought it safe to assume she was single. In his mind she really seemed like one of those “flapper” girls he'd heard of, the type who seemed to effortlessly buck most of those old world rules that shackled so many men and women for years. And maybe that's why August immediately liked her, although he wasn't really sure to be honest. Iether way he seemed to like her enough to sit there and cut the shit with her for an hour or two before heading back out into the cold streets. Before leaving Cindy had promised to have all of his photographs ready for pick up in the morning-even more importantly she promised to keep a tight lip about the contents of said photographs in a way that August honestly believed. It didn't really surprise him how quick she swore herself to secrecy, afterall he genuinely thought she seemed the type that would be far more curious than fearful about abunch of pictures from old news stories on ghastly unsolved crimes and phenomenoa.
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LATER THAT NIGHT

August giant frame sat hunched in the crappy bed that took up the majority of the small room he'd been calling home as of late. In one hand he loosely clutched what looked like a glass milk jug full of a clear and extremely strong smelling liquid-white lightning. Both highly illegal and potentially toxic but August didn't much mind either risk-sure, alcohol was illegal, but it was still just as easy to get as a pack of smokes. The still easy access to liquoir was a good thing for August too because these days he didn't really “go to sleep” so much but instead more often than not “Passed the fuck out.”

Despite his best efforts to subconciousley fight the dreams and stay awake the extremely strong alcohol eventually won out as it always did-sending August spinning into the deep dark hole that was the nightmares.

Only, this time the dream was a bit different. A little scarier too, in some ways.

Part 1:
August awoke to the smell of smoke and death, screams filling the air as his ruined combat boots sloshed their way through the trenches. He knew he wasn't really awake and yet...it all seemed so real-the cries of agony the somehow pierced through the thunderous bombings, the way blood, mud, and bodies alike were crawled and walked over in the ever important pushes to advance, he could even feel the almost ever present combination of smoke and dust filling his lungs and stinging his eyes. Nightmare or not he pushed on, just like he had always done overseas. Pushing on was the only way out.

He and his unit had been sent to capture an important objective...or were they in retreat? And just where was his unit? He couldn't remember any of the specifics-the sights and sounds were all seared to memory but the events leading up to this moment in time had been completely lost to him like so many other things on this battlefield. Or perhaps he was just crazy? Maybe he'd finally lost it-which wasn't uncommon really. Hell, he'd seen his fair share of men completely lose it. In fact-

His train of thought was cut off as a vice like grip clasped around his ankle from somewhere below the kneehigh watery concoction of death and muck that seemed to fill every trench. Assuming he was snagged on a rifle or some poor bastards body he gave his leg a hard tug-a tug that was returned tenfold, sending August shooting into what should have been one of the worst watery graves imaginable. He didn't even have time to scream as he was dragged under.

And then he was sinking weightlessly downwards...deeper and darker he went while quickly realizing he had sunk much further than any trench could possibly have been dug. Even odder was the fact that he hadn't drowned despite the fact that he hadn't had time to take a real breathe. Finding this all very peculiar his curiosity finally wound up getting the better of him and August opened both eyes. What he saw made him scream into the nothingness around him for it was his own brothers blue and bloated corpse that firs met his gaze-his large bulging almost fishlike eyes staring straight back at August-well, up at him to be more precise, for it was his younger brothers rotting hand that so tightly gripped at August while very cement shoes that had takein his younger brothers life seemed to be the main reason for August's rapid decent into this sea of madness.

Just to show where im going/ how I wana end it I will be ending it with August bumping into @ONL characters and spilling abunch of his recently takein photographs.

[ONL]

@T RisketI'll still be waiting to post though, haha, unless I introduce another NPC in the sanitarium itself.

Liking what I see so far, keep it up!

[Sigurd]

Agreed with T Risket. Would join another ONL's RP if he made one. GOod GM'ing!

[ONL]

@Sigurd Oh you guys, this just tempts me start a new one! Any wishes?

[Sigurd]

@ONL
What are you into? Except history, of course. I am eying that title of yours. :)
And history would be a good source of RP's in itself.

I wanted to create a historical RP myself some time ago that would revolve around a lost Viking ship crew facing the unknown in an unknown land, maybe North America, and coming back, but with subtle supernatural elements from the Norse Sagas and myth involved, to make it a bit more interesting. I also had the same idea about a space ship crew doing the same thing in a sci-fi settings, with a bunch of time and space fuck ups, sort of like Planet of the Apes meets Hyperion.

[ONL]

@SigurdWell I do enjoy my some fantasy and post-apocalyptic, and perhaps a tiny bit of action.

Oh, vikings in supernatural Newfoundland! That does sound interesting (helps that I'm norse myself, haha). If you ever make it a reality, I'll be up to join :)

[T Risket]

@ONL@SigurdI fucking love history roleplays...until I remember halfway through my first post I don't know much about history at all.

Anywho, I just got done filing my damn unemployment so I am going to get cracking on finishing that bastard post.

[ONL]

@T RisketThat's when Wikipedia is your friend, haha! And there shall be much more history in this one too, just wait and see!

Good luck, I'm waiting eagerly to read the rest of it!

[RBYDark]

Back from cramming and the mock session - went ok, I think, won't know for a week or so if I'm actually hired or not, though.

[ONL]

@RBYDarkThen we'll cross our fingers for you and hope for the best. In the meantime we have an Elder God to stop :D

Ps. There's a deer right outside my window. It's beautiful.

[T Risket]

Hey guys just wanted to pop in and say not to wait for me rp wise-seems like I keep getting pulled away the past few days and haven't been able to devote my regular time to rping. Might edit down my post just to get something up (probably cut out the whole dream shpiel)

[T Risket]

@RBYDarkThen we'll cross our fingers for you and hope for the best. In the meantime we have an Elder God to stop :D

Ps. There's a deer right outside my window. It's beautiful.

@ONL

Theres a roasting rack of ribs on the grill outside my window.

[ONL]

@T Risket If you could get that post out, that'll be fine. As always, real life comes first (as long as you come back)! When you've done that and RBY also has something out, I'll post again and get us into the sanitarium.

[T Risket]

@ONLI did it! Finally! Cut alot out though lol

[RBYDark]

Looks good to me! Will try to post tomorrow afternoon/evening. Failing anything else, @T Risket, I guess now that it's up, you're free to edit in the dream later.