gohKamikaze

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

'They sound like real characters. Do they live in this establishment?' Hardwick continued scribbling notes in his journal. Once, his handwriting was neat and disciplined; the script of a man of literacy. But as the neurosis and the drink slowly took their toll on him, so too had it on his writing. His script was a rough and almost indecipherable scrawl and, not unlike Hardwick, a shell of its former self. But he liked it that way. In a poetic way, the chaos of his writing reflected the chaos of his life - and besides, it was harder for prying eyes to glean information from his notes.

Speaking of prying eyes... Just off to the right of the bar, Hardwick noticed from thr corner of his eye another of the patrons sitting just within earshot. The man was doing a rather poor job of eavesdropping on the conversation - he'd knocked over a stool trying to move in closer, and was casting one too many quick glances in their direction. Terror began to seep slowly into his core like a creeping chill. Did they follow me here?

Hardwick leaned in close to Ayeka and lowered his voice to a barely audible whisper as he slipped her a few more dollars. 'We're being watched. Another whiskey sour, but this time for the gentleman alone at the table over there. Tell him it's from me, and that I'm onto him.'

@Alisdragon911 @arca9

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

@ONL Nah, that's perfectly fine. I've been playing Overwatch doing very important things in the meantime, so I'm good to wait around until Risket gets back.

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

Dorian and Clay. That sounds a cheap Wilde knock-off. Hardwick scribbled the names and their positions down in the journal. 'No, thank you ma'am. Those drinks were exactly what I needed, especially after the week I've had...' He trailed off as thoughts surfaced through the dull buzz of the booze. Thoughts of the cold brick alley, the deranged screaming, the robed figures that barely an hour earlier had him cornered like a lamb before wolves... He shuddered. This place, although mind-bogglingly complex in its machinations, may as well be paradise.

He shook his head. Now wasn't the time to dwell on such things, and he'd be damned if he wasn't going to take the luxury of suppression while he still could. 'Now, these two people... Clay and Dorian... Can you describe them to me? What do they look like?'

@Alisdragon911

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

'Only a day, huh? Well, you seem like you're a natural at this line of work.' Hardwick scanned the bottles behind the bar - some he recognised, but most were adorned with labels he wasn't able to read, let alone place their origin. 'Tell me, Ayeka, who owns this place? Is there someone who you're working for here? Or maybe someone who's worked here for a spell longer than yours?'

It was hard not to notice the series of loud and incoherent outbursts from the fairy man behind him, who had made it no secret that he'd returned from his trip to the restroom. He shot him a look - not of disdain but of something else, a mixture of pity and sympathy. God knows, he'd been there more times than he could count.

@Alisdragon911 @Pineappletumble

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

@ONL Excellent! I will be awaiting it with bated breath and slipping sanity!

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

'Thank you, ma'am' Hardwick replied with a respectful nod. 'Let's start with something simple: How long have you worked here?' He took a quick glance at the eclectic group of patrons sitting around. Were any of them regulars?

@Alisdragon911

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

The room seemed to spin ever so slightly around Hardwick. Every step he took was careful and deliberate, every movement measured so as not to send him crashing to the floor again. Goddamn. What the hell was in that drink?

It seemed like an eternity before he reached the immaculate mahogany counter. The barmaid, Ayeka, was busy polishing the surface of the wood with an old rag. Surely she'd know something about this place.

Hardwick cleared his throat and produced a pencil and notebook. ''Scuse me ma'am, sorry for the interruption. Do you mind if I ask you a few questions about this place?'

@Alisdragon911

The Hunt of the Eldritch

A 2-player Lovecraft/Van Helsing style RP? I'd be down for this. What kind of things are you looking for as far as character creation?

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

@ONL@Sigurd
Dice rolls might make it interesting - it sorta removes the 'lol my character/NPC dodges everything' problem and gives combat an element of unpredictability.

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

Argus Lichfield

Physical State: Normal
Mental State: Indifferent

Unlike much of Arkham, the building that housed the Arkham Police Department had been kept in remarkably good condition. While the rooftops of its neighbours bowed and sagged, the tiles on top of the station had been recently replaced. The interior walls, too, looked like they had repainted within the last six months.

They were signs of a police force that was seldom needed, working in a town where seldom happened, receiving a budget they seldom used. They weren't being rushed off their feet chasing bootleggers, arsonists, murderers and thieves. They had it good. They had time to relax.

But not anymore.

'Agent Lichfield, Pinkerton. I've been requested to meet with Inspector Lexington about the Atkins case.' Argus continued to hold up his identification as he watched the colour drain from the face of the receptionist, who only moments before was the epitome of cheerful. Her mouth moved but the words were absent.'Ma'am, I've travelled a long way to get here. I would like to get this investigation underway as promptly as possible.'

She nodded, her panic subsiding just enough to coalesce into coherent thoughts. 'Yes, Mr. Lichfield. I'll go and see if he's in.'

And then, Argus was alone.