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 Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2008 9:30 pm
"Sir, you might need to lie down. You look like you had some kind of episode."
Closing the book, he got up, and started to look for a place for the other man to lie down and rest for a few minutes.
Why didn't they clean up in the first place, he thought, with an annoyed expression. Glancing around, he stared at the surroundings, hoping to find a good spot.
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2008 9:33 pm
"Leo, are you alright?" Netalia asked, sceptically. "If you need an ambulance, I can call for one." she gestured to the cell phone at her waist. "However... If it is something paranormally related....." Netalia grabbed out her notebook, and wrote down a few quick notes.
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IntermittentShiningLights
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2008 9:33 pm
Flink glanced around then shoved the book in his hand towards Netalia, again shoving the tablet under his arm as he slunk over towards Leo, gingerly putting a hand on the man's arm.
"Yeah, y'might want to look into, I dunno... sitting down or something," he said carefully, looking around. He found a chair and quickly swept the junk off of it, displaying a hand towards the proffered chair. "There, y'can sit there if you want."
EDIT: Flink quirked a brow towards Netalia. "Are you nuts?" he asked incredulously, "Remember the guy at the coffee shop? He was threatening legal action - if we need to call ANYONE, it should probably be that guy first - as much as I hate to admit it."
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2008 9:41 pm
"Fine fine, cover our asses first. Whatever." Netalia grabbed the book from it, and decided to put herself to use by skimming through it. "What a drag." she sighed, as she skimmed through the book.
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2008 9:43 pm
"I'm....it's Sumarian. The runes are curses...." He pulls a chair up and takes a seat at it, running a hand through his hair. "The tablet's talking about this...Pazzuzu, I...I don't know what it's talking about..." He continues to hold his head, then proceeds to staring at the ground.
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2008 9:43 pm
Shawn continued to flip through the letters. "Anyone who isn't busy want to help me look for anything useful in this box of letters?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2008 9:47 pm
"How... how do you know this information? Did you recognize the language?"
Pulling out a notebook and pen, he started writing down notes for what was found.
"Sir... feel free to ask for anything you might need to make yourself feel better."
Powell continued to write in the notebook, trying to get as much information as possible.
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2008 9:47 pm
Netalia finds a passage about Pazzuzu conveniently after several minutes of hard-core skimming. As she flips to the page, the lights flicker slightly, but remain on by some unknown force. The passage about Pazzuzu reads as follows.
"Hail O Master"
Hail O Master
All I see from this floor
Is stone after stone
Circling spiraling
Upward
Upward
Upward
Beyond my prison
The Mocking Moon
Leers down.
I think, my Master, of you
My Master Pazzuzu.
I dream your glorious pustules
Burst upon my skin
You are without and within
I inhale your sweet breathe
The taste of blood and of Death.
O may the Mace of Agade be corrupted,
That your rule will be restored!
-Anonymous.
An Idea roll for Flink suggests that they find the return address of the person. Hurray for Idea rolls!
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2008 9:51 pm
"Well. Thats... Uh... Special......" Netalia looks around, sort of grossed out by specific lines of the poem. "Anyone else wanna take a look at this?" Netalia gestured to the open book as she said that. "I think it could pertain information we may find necessary to the investigation."
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2008 9:53 pm
Leo turned up to Powell, looking a bit confused, "No, I- well, I- it's Sumarian..." he finished lamely. "I can read it..."
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2008 9:57 pm
"Ah... I see."
Nodding, he finished writing and closed the book.
"Holler to us if you need anything, alright?"
Turning to Netalia, he frowned and looked over her shoulder at the passage in question. "Looks like some kind of religious chant... Pazzuzu... didn't that guy mention such a thing a few minutes ago? Interesting..."
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2008 9:58 pm
Flink glanced from Leo to Shawn, and once it looked like the man was settled in, he walked cautiously over towards Shawn, glancing over his shoulder back at Leo with a bit of concern.
"Sure, I guess I'll take a look," he murmured, crouching down to take up a few of the letters in his hands, pawing through them and making sure the tablet was held securely under his arm.
After a brief while of skimming the angry-looking letters he wrinkled his nose and turned towards the group, holding up the letters and waving them, trying to obtain some attention.
"I don't know if this is hate mail or what, but it sure does sound, well..." Flink held up a letter, scanning over it quickly before stating dryly, "Angry. Two missing chicks, some weird books that might have been written by them, and now... hate mail? I think we should follow the return address on one of these envelopes and see if this... very, very angry-sounding person knows anything."
He stood up, pocketing a letter in and inside pocket of his pleather jacket, and turned towards the door. "Who's with me on this?"
He glanced around, frowning, and listened to the roaring wind, and winced slightly, but steeled himself nonetheless, taking a few tentative steps towards the apartment door.
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2008 10:03 pm
Flink, in his tedious carrying of the tablet, brushes his finger on a piece of packing tape that was connected to brown construction paper. Could it be a hint to what the tablet was wrapped in?!
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2008 10:03 pm
Leo rubbed his eyes one last time before standing up. "Return address sounds like a good idea. I want to stop by the Bell Street Port though..." his voice was stoic and shaking slightly, "We don't even know what the hell went on here, or why we were all forced together to do this. If we're going to investigate someone who's been sending angry mail to a pair of people who 'mysteriously vanished', I want my luger. If you don't mind, of course."
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2008 10:03 pm
"I'm in. At first I was only along to not get arrested, but now I'm curious." Shawn grabbed one of the envelopes and stood up. He then gripped his knife's hilt with his left hand to gain courage. "However, we should wait for Leo to recover before we do anything. A party member with an treatable ailment should be treated as quickly as possible to avoid issues later on."
((Horay for videogames!))
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