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The Rain In The Cycolpean City. (H.P. Lovecraft/Cthulhu Mythos Roleplay)

Val released his gun and reached into his coat to whip out the stack of letters he had. He began to flip through it,

"James Anderson, hmm no. Ah Ferd... Smith, Christ above those limey bastards really have no imagination. Ambrose Tull and Richard Barker." Val put remaining letters back in his coat and handed out the named letters, keeping his own hidden away.

"Strong man, I'd probably ease up there with those Frankenstein mitts you call hands. I found a drawer filled with letters addressing, who I assume to be the people sent here for this little investi-whatever, I don't think it's," Val flourished his hands searching for fancier word before settling, "Unfair to ask who you are. This is Ferd over here and I'm Val. I'm not sure exactly what in the little baby Jesus' name is going on here either, but obviously some serious shit went down in this place.

Val kept both hands out, trying to convey what he thought was innocence. The eyes of the man named Barker shifted quickly between Ferd and Val as seemed to be trying to decipher them. The tall man named Ambrose, which definitely seemed too upper class for boxer, was an interesting fellow. Apparently a good boxer and well spoken, an intriguing combo. Val hoped that these aren't the kind of folks to rock the boat too hard, he really just wanted this adventure to hit the breaks a little bit.

The Rain In The Cycolpean City. (H.P. Lovecraft/Cthulhu Mythos Roleplay)

@Haydrian Cindel Chinese dude with long finger nails, kinda looks like the dude from flash gordon? That would be it.

The Rain In The Cycolpean City. (H.P. Lovecraft/Cthulhu Mythos Roleplay)

In related china movies also check out big trouble in little china. Has Kurt Russell, it's a good time.

The Rain In The Cycolpean City. (H.P. Lovecraft/Cthulhu Mythos Roleplay)

Valentino was upstairs observing the street after warning Ferd of the visitors that seemed to be flowing down the street. He was rummaging through the letters, the first one he ran across was an envelope that was covered in this strange writing, something about it gave him the heebie jeebies. He signed a cross and flipped that one to the back, maybe Ferd should deal with that one. The next one was stuffed with about five letters. Almost one was addressed to people unknown to Val, except two of them, one for his father and another for Ferd. He saw Ferd run out and start yelling some nonsense about some paint to one of the visitors. He made his way to the top of the staircase and observed. The large man spoke in professional tone while the definitely smaller man pattered on quickly. The small, quick talking man activated Val's instinct for coppers, he squinted his eyes.

Val strolled down the stairs hands stuffed in his pockets, his left hand wrapped around his 9mm Beretta with his other hand clutching the letters he found upstairs. Partner huh? Ain't that a pretty picture, but when in Rome. Usually the only partner Val really had was a lookout or the occasional passenger he took up north.

"Well we gotta dick and some kind of strong man, we might be starting our own freak show, eh boss." Val chuckled at his own joke as he took his spot beside his newly found 'partner,'

" Now I might have left some identification back home, but that doesn't excuse the rest of this poor ensemble." Val kept his pocket gun pointed at the two men, hoping they had names that matched the letters. Otherwise this whole thing might have to be handled and Val really wasn't feeling the need to send these folks up to Saint Peter.

The Rain In The Cycolpean City. (H.P. Lovecraft/Cthulhu Mythos Roleplay)

Oh that's sounds pretty chill

The Rain In The Cycolpean City. (H.P. Lovecraft/Cthulhu Mythos Roleplay)

@Haydrian Cindel is that sign the offset 5 point star with the branch in the middle?

The Rain In The Cycolpean City. (H.P. Lovecraft/Cthulhu Mythos Roleplay)

Val sat and studied Ferd as he shuffled through the endless supply of debris, this whole house seemed like it had been sitting vacant for years. Strangely it was devoid of the mess that some of those little bastards back in Chicago would leave, as one of those little bastards Val found that curious. After all what's an abandoned house without busted windows. Ferd muttered to himself as Val brushed off the dust that was disturbed by the two men. Ferd's speech sent a shiver down his spine momentarily before Val put it in the back of his mind. As his new companion disappeared into the kitchen, introducing himself while walking away, Val remembered that his mamma always hated that.
" I'm Val, and well likewise." Valentino started to look around, unsure of what to look for, he began to turn over unidentifiable parts of the former living room hoping to find something that wasn't roaches or louse. Perhaps he should just leave Ferd here to find something, he probably has a better idea of what to look for versus himself. The stink of rot was a little strong for Val's liking, so he walked up the stairs, hoping for the best.
The second floor was not in much better shape. Val entered the first room on the right, solely based on the fact that a sturdy wooden desk was flipped over he deduced it must have been a study. In the corner was a pile of books in various states of decay. He knelt down and started to open the drawers in the upturned desk. The first two drawers were empty, but upon the moment the third one was pulled out a false bottom flipped open by gravity. Inside was a bundle of letters, it could be something that Ferd might be interested in.
Val inhaled the last bit of tobacco left on his cigarette and rolled it between his fingers, killing the ember. He picked up a book and started flipping through it, wishing for anything else of interest. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed a rather ominous man making the long walk down the street. He was definitely a big fellow, with a shiny dome too. Whoever this guy is, he looks like some kind of goon and definitely some sort of trouble. Val pulled back the slide on his Beretta and walked downstairs.
"Hey Ferd ol' buddy we got some company coming down the street, big guy, shiny dome. Looks like he means business." He brandished his gat, "What's the move boss?"

The Rain In The Cycolpean City. (H.P. Lovecraft/Cthulhu Mythos Roleplay)

Hide 'er I barely know 'er

Name: Valentino "Val" Ricci

Age: 26

Appearance: Approximately 6 foot tall with classic Italian features, black hair, olive skin, and brown eyes. He also has the aquiline nose of the Romans. Val is in the prime of his life so with the combination of his shady lifestyle and genetics he is in rather good shape.

Occupation: Bootlegger

Interests: Fast cars, baseball, reading

Fears and Phobias: Drowning never sat well with Valentino, despite the fact he has on the giving end of that situation a handful of times. The first time Valentino killed a man he was forced to hold the man's soon-to-be-deceased head under water. Just the struggling before finally collapsing still sent shivers down his spine.

Superstitions: Val will knock on wood to prevent bad luck, as well as the occasional sign of the cross for more dire situations. The quick hand of his mamma also instilled an unhealthy fear to not spill olive oil.

Skills: Pistols, amateur fighting, Italian, driving, charisma

Intelligence and Sanity: Val never did make his way Chicago university, not that he doesn't have the brains, he just never was cut out for school. The lack of book smarts is made up by street smarts. Val is not the kind of man to break under pressure, however some of his past deeds are pushed down deep, searching for a way out.

Back Story: Chicago born and bred Valentino was the only son of Salvatore Ricci, one of the Caporegime, the captains, of the Chicago mob. He was a strict man and a loving father, however when it came time to choose Salvatore put his other family first.Despite many broken promises Val still loved his father and from a young age to the current day he would do anything just to gain approval. This pushed Valentino into a life on the other end of the law. It really started with the trouble in school, which slowly increased to petty vandalism and finally to a full time job running bootleg alcohol from Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan.

Bootlegging is something near and dear to Val. The thrill of it all, pumped by each beat of heart gives him something he can't find anywhere else and its lucrative. Being in your 20's with a pocket full of cash makes you spend money like a fool and for the right car Val would spend a fortune. Luckily, one of the perks of being associated with gangsters was that they might be able to pick one up off the docks for a fraction of the price. However this lifestyle does have drawbacks. It was years ago, but Val can still remember it clearly.O ne of his father's men was seen talking to the police and any form of crime, organized or not generally does not look kindly on rats. Val still doesn't know why his father chose him to do it, maybe he needed to show dedication or possibly just prove he was a man, yet he still had to do it. It shook him to the core, but he soldiered on. Val has killed many men, but nothing was as haunting as the first.

As the years went on Val continued to make himself useful to his father and those above him. Things were good in his life until his father came down with tuberculosis. It started with blood on his handkerchief and quickly progressed. As of this year he has been confined to his bed and stays wracked by red viscous coughs. It was not too long back when a letter crawled in speaking of the an old debt that needed to be repaid. In his father's place Valentino Ricci is sent out and dispatched to settle matters of a time past.

The Rain In The Cycolpean City. (H.P. Lovecraft/Cthulhu Mythos Roleplay)

@Haydrian Cindel Haha alright bet, this is my first rp in like 4 years or so. You could say that I'm pretty excited.

The Rain In The Cycolpean City. (H.P. Lovecraft/Cthulhu Mythos Roleplay)

Guess it's just us @Haydrian Cindel