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Marrowlight
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 Posted: Sat May 30, 2009 3:22 am Post subject: Game Thread 1.01g: Caleb in Shadow (Cyber-yukongil) |
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I've decided to spend a brief amount of time in your home shadows. As such, I allow you to set your own initial scene. Once you've done so, I shall step in from there.
Caleb, you're up seventh. Time, day, month, year, location, and whatever else you feel necessary to tell us about. What're you up to?
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The room is dark, save for the light of the neon spilling through an uncovered window, illuminating an old, well worn desk and its single, seemingly asleep, occupant. Thunder recedes in the background, though the ever persistant rain continues its pecking on the windows of the office.
The piercing cry of a car horn from outside awakens the detective with a jolt, though he quickly settles, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
"...seems too...small." he mutters, still lost somewhat to his dreams.
After getting his bearings, he leaves his desk, seeking the light switch on the far wall. Though only a single bulb still works in the light fixture, the sudden illumination is still harsh and jarring, though the mans eyes quickly adjust as he resettles at his desk, drawing the open case docket before him.
"Le Grande Fevette burglarized!" reads the newspaper clipping, paperclipped to the inside cover. Though he reads over the notes inside, for a confusing few seconds, nothing rings a bell, nothing sparks a memory. A brief flash of pain courses through his head, the headache is sudden, but goes as quickly as it came, but after it fades, things begin to click into place. Faces and names of those he's already spoken with, leads his tracked down and snitches he's been putting the squeeze on.
The Le Grande Fevette, a high class french hotel was broken into, the safe which kept the precious valuables of it's wealthy customers, cracked and emptied. That was one week ago, March 8th, 1951 according to his records...
He flips through the assembled notes and pictures of the purloined jewels, his mind already beginning to form connections and threads between the gathered evidence.
Before he can become to involved in it though, a tickle at the back of his throat, tells him he needs something to drink, and after pausing for a moment before confirming his decision, he closes the docket, files it away in the massed row of cabinets, and walks out of the door on his way to the local watering hole for a quick drink.
He makes it halfway down the stairs of the building before he remembers to get his coat and hat.
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The door to the old speakeasy, opens quickly letting in the sound of the rain and the light from the bars neon.
Leadbelly Leon's is the kind of place that only regulars of the city frequent, and most of them are off duty flatfoots or the occassional police detective meeting with an informant. The bar is decked out all in aged walnut, saturated with smoke and whiskey. Low lights hang over the private tables and the bar, providing the only illumination to the shadowy interior. A short hallway from the door is lined with rows of pictures, cops, detectives, bartenders and other common fixtures of the bar in times past.
Caleb shakes the rain off his coat before taking it and his hat and placing them on the row of pegs near the enterance. His footfalls sound heavy on the solid wood flooring of the joint as he approaches the bar. Jumpin Jack has the bar tonight it seems, "Good enough" thinks Caleb, he's got a heavy pour with the drink.
"A cold one, Jack." as Caleb takes a seat at the bar, the stout wooden stool creaking under the large and muscular detective.
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| Jack returns quickly with Caleb's drink, and a twin to go with it. "There's a man been waiting for yah, Caleb. O'er there." Jack nods towards a distant corner booth, built to seat up to eight, presently home to an old looking man. Maybe a librarian, maybe an accountant, either way he's got the look of a soft man that's never known a hard day's labor, yet has been worn down over the years all the same. |
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cyber-yukongil v2.5
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"He ask for me by name?" as Caleb turns to really look at the man, taking in every physical detail of the slight man, from the shoulders slumped with the weight of age, the knit of his vest, to the gold-rim wire glasses perched upon his long nose.
Before Jack can answer though, Caleb is already up and moving to the corner table with both beers.
"I hear you wanted to see me, Mr...."
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Marrowlight
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| cyber-yukongil v2.5 wrote: | "He ask for me by name?" as Caleb turns to really look at the man, taking in every physical detail of the slight man, from the shoulders slumped with the weight of age, the knit of his vest, to the gold-rim wire glasses perched upon his long nose.
Before Jack can answer though, Caleb is already up and moving to the corner table with both beers.
"I hear you wanted to see me, Mr...." |
He looks barely over 5'5, and is frail looking to boot, maybe weighing in at a 130 pounds. He's got the shape of a man who's been small his whole life, not just one that's withering with age. His hair, white, is nearly gone. The beard on his face, also white, has twice the mass as the mess on his head. And his hair and beard are both a mess -- slicked with nervous sweat, and at least two weeks past his last barber's appointment. The eyes are icy blue, and they betray a fire and energy that the rest of his body lacks. There's a shard mind at work there, even if trapped in a tired body.
He's dressed almost entirely in tans and browns, from tie to toes.
"Jones...call me Mr. Jones." German accent, but softened. Odds are he's been in America since before the war, but he's changed his name to avoid any immediate attention as a German all the same. "And yes, I read about your exploits in Chile, what with the missing tiger. It seems you have an affinity for...unusual cases. And I, I'm afraid, am caught up in such a situation." The table already has two glasses, both with remnants of Gin in them. He's still very nervous, even with that much sauce in him. His every word came out a whisper, and even your sharp ears had had trouble making some of them out. |
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Caleb slides into the booth seat across from the little german man. Speaking quietly to put the man at ease, though nobody at Leon's listens to anyone else's conversations, one of the unwritten rules of the place and places like it in general.
"gutenabend, was ist es ich kann für Sie, Herr Jones?"
(Good evening, what is it that I can do for you Mr. Jones?)
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| Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2009 2:38 am Post subject: |
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| cyber-yukongil v2.5 wrote: | "gutenabend, was ist es ich kann für Sie, Herr Jones?"
(Good evening, what is it that I can do for you Mr. Jones?) |
"It is...my son." Mr. Jones pauses, for while Caleb may know the rules of the bar, the old German is less trusting. "He was...involved in the war, and not for America's side. He's a good boy, still, but he was party to wicked deeds. No, not the camps, sit, sit. He had no hand in those. Ack." Mr. Jones takes a large gulp of his third glass of Gin. "This last war, it was a war won with Science. But it was a war fought with...other Arts. My boy took part in certain rituals. I cannot say more, you understand, I am but a simple accountant. This all came from his mother's side, God rest her soul. He survived the war, and he thrived for a time, in the Far East. He visited me last month, and left me this," Mr. Jones hands Caleb a folded newspaper, but it's heavy, as if something was inside it. "I've not heard from him since, and he never arrived in Tokyo, according to his employers. And now I'm being followed. Men, in strange robes. I only see them for a moment, and then they're gone. I need help, and the government isn't really interested in helping find former Nazi mystics." |
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"Well...it does seem you came to the right man." Caleb tells the elder in his most comforting voice, while subtely looking at whatever the paper may contain.
"Take a moment to gather yourself, have another drink and we'll take a drive to talk in private."
Assuming he agrees, Caleb finishes his bear in time with the old mans Gin. Getting up first and offering the man a hand from his seat, he leads him out of the bar, mentioning to Jack to put both their drinks on his tab. He grabs his coat on the way out before offering to pull the car around so the man doesn't have to walk out in the rain. The detective is halfway to his parked car before he becomes aware of the cold rain pouring down his back. My Hat! he mutters, before turning and running back to the bar to collect it.
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| cyber-yukongil v2.5 wrote: | "Well...it does seem you came to the right man." Caleb tells the elder in his most comforting voice, while subtely looking at whatever the paper may contain.
"Take a moment to gather yourself, have another drink and we'll take a drive to talk in private."
Assuming he agrees, Caleb finishes his bear in time with the old mans Gin. Getting up first and offering the man a hand from his seat, he leads him out of the bar, mentioning to Jack to put both their drinks on his tab. He grabs his coat on the way out before offering to pull the car around so the man doesn't have to walk out in the rain. The detective is halfway to his parked car before he becomes aware of the cold rain pouring down his back. My Hat! he mutters, before turning and running back to the bar to collect it. |
Inside the newspaper is a knife that tugs on your memories. It's a blade and hilt carved of a single piece of red stone that you can't identify. It is marked with strange characters...Japanese? And for a stone blade it appears rather sharp.
Mr. Jones goes along with Caleb, his steps a bit clumsy thanks to the rapid consumption of Gin.
The up and back to get the hat goes quickly, you couldn't have been gone for more than a couple of minutes. But when you return to the raining outside world, Mr. Jones is gone...though his glasses remain, twisted with one of the lenses shattered. |
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Caleb bends down to pick up the broken glasses off the sidewalk.
"Just my luck." mutters the soaked detective, as his ears strain to hear the sound of a gunned engine, squealing tires or any other tell-tale sound of those running from his justice.
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| Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2009 9:50 pm Post subject: |
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| cyber-yukongil v2.5 wrote: | Caleb bends down to pick up the broken glasses off the sidewalk.
"Just my luck." mutters the soaked detective, as his ears strain to hear the sound of a gunned engine, squealing tires or any other tell-tale sound of those running from his justice. |
The silence itself is telling. Either Mr. Jones was grabbed by mystical means, as he claimed, or more likely he's simply been knocked unconscious and is being dragged away on foot. Logically they'd head for the subway, it's only a few blocks from the nearest entrance. But that leads to a messy, public confrontation. And you've already got the knife. |
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Caleb tucks the knife and glasses in a inner pocket of his coat as he moves quickly through the darkened streets towards the subway entrance, hoping to catch a glimpse of Mr. Jones or his attackers, though careful to keep to shadows and crowds to avoid being seen as best he can.
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| cyber-yukongil v2.5 wrote: | | Caleb tucks the knife and glasses in an inner pocket of his coat as he moves quickly through the darkened streets towards the subway entrance, hoping to catch a glimpse of Mr. Jones or his attackers, though careful to keep to shadows and crowds to avoid being seen as best he can. |
As you come out of the darker streets and arrive at the Subway entrance, a taxi nearly hits you as it drives off at rapid speed. Though the act of dodging keeps you from being positive, you've a hunch you saw Mr. Jones bleeding face in the middle of that taxi, accompanied by two darkly dressed men, their faces obscured by hoods. Were you just that close behind them, or had they intentionally waited in the hopes of taking a swipe at you? |
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coming up from his roll to avoid becoming another tragic tale in tomorrows paper, Caleb curses out loud as the taxi speeds away, half from frustration, half from the ancient stone knife jabbing him in the ribs.
((will finish later))
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| Just tagging the thread. When a person goes back and edits a post, it doesn't show up as a new post. So instead of adding more to your existing post, add more to a new post beneath this one. |
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"Nothing I can do now" he thinks, "the best way to help Mr. Jones, is tracking down these people who took him and why they want him and this knife."
Within a half-hour, Caleb swings open the door to his building, shaking off the excess water on the stoop, before making his way to his office. Old Mr. Murdock, the buildings groundskeeper looks up from his mop and bucket to greet the forlorn detective, but the familiar look of grim determination quiets him. Best not to distract him when he's in that sort of mood he thinks.
Pulling the string to his desk lamp, Caleb is soon buried in a mountain of files, each filled with cases from the Land of the Rising Sun, as he hopes the spark of memory of the knife, ignites a fire to burn away the shadows of this mystery.
((sorry, been busy))
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((bump))
((didn't know if you saw this Marrow))
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| cyber-yukongil v2.5 wrote: | "Nothing I can do now" he thinks, "the best way to help Mr. Jones, is tracking down these people who took him and why they want him and this knife."
Within a half-hour, Caleb swings open the door to his building, shaking off the excess water on the stoop, before making his way to his office. Old Mr. Murdock, the buildings groundskeeper looks up from his mop and bucket to greet the forlorn detective, but the familiar look of grim determination quiets him. Best not to distract him when he's in that sort of mood he thinks.
Pulling the string to his desk lamp, Caleb is soon buried in a mountain of files, each filled with cases from the Land of the Rising Sun, as he hopes the spark of memory of the knife, ignites a fire to burn away the shadows of this mystery. |
(I saw, was debating on my response).
Memories did not return, no matter the number of cases you poured over, and in time a fitful sleep crept over you.
Morning comes, and with the rise of dawn you are woken by a strange sensation. As you first come awake, the memories of the blade return to you at last. You'd seen sketches of a similar blade before, connected to the work of a particularly gruesome serial killer that plagued Tokyo for months, at the conclusion of the Second World War.
The killer specialized in native women who'd fallen into prostitution, and occupation soldiers that took the prostitutes to bed.
Of course, all of that seems unimportant, as the most striking part of all of this is that the blade is wet. Wet with fresh blood. Lots of fresh blood. |
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upon his first instinct at seeing the blood is checking himself for wounds. Upon finding none (hopefully), Caleb quickly stands as he looks about the dimly lit room, searching for any sign of another presence.
upon satisfaction of his isolation, he then begins moving about his office, searching for signs of entrance through a window or perhaps wet footprints from the downpour outside the window. Last to come under his scrutiny is the puddle of blood pooling under the knife, though not the least in attention.
Caleb reaches a hand tentavily towards the pool, checking for warmth, tack while noting the angle and position of the blade in relation to his own position as he remembers it as he awoke.
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| cyber-yukongil v2.5 wrote: | upon his first instinct at seeing the blood is checking himself for wounds. Upon finding none (hopefully), Caleb quickly stands as he looks about the dimly lit room, searching for any sign of another presence.
upon satisfaction of his isolation, he then begins moving about his office, searching for signs of entrance through a window or perhaps wet footprints from the downpour outside the window. Last to come under his scrutiny is the puddle of blood pooling under the knife, though not the least in attention.
Caleb reaches a hand tentavily towards the pool, checking for warmth, tack while noting the angle and position of the blade in relation to his own position as he remembers it as he awoke. |
There are no wounds on your person, and there are no signs of another presence in the room.
The only footprints you recognize are your own, wet and fresh, as if you'd just come in instead of having fallen asleep at your desk hours ago, which is what you remember doing.
The blood itself has gone cold, but seems quite thick, as if the rain outside hadn't touched it (If you in fact had been outside at all). The blade itself is still warm to the touch, warmer than you've ever felt it. It feels...you're not quite certain, almost happy? |
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Ignoring the obvious insanity of a knife having anything approaching "feelings" Caleb quickly pockets the bloody knife after folding it into a thick hankercief. For now he must focus on the only clue readily apparent..the footprints. Grabbing his coat off of its hook he opens his door and steps into the quiet hallway, following the drying prints down the hall of his building.
"Mr. Jones, what have you gotten me into..." he mutters as he heads into the darkened hall
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The tracks lead you outside, into a cold and rainy morning.
You've keen senses, and without even thinking about it you can normally spot when someone's watching you.
Today however, a blind person could've seen who was watching you. Two older, burly men dressed in long coats and obviously packing. Why are Detectives watching you, and more importantly, why is one of them walking towards you while the other is taking a position for a clear shot??? |
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a silent curse to Mr. Jones is uttered again under the gumshoes breath, as him mind races to place a name with the face coming to confront him....Johns, Jackson...Jans, that's it Jans.
nodding as he approaches "Jans, you're up early, but I take it you're not here to take me out for a danish."
"What's going on?" Caleb asks while locking eyes with the man positioning himself for a shot. "And tell your partner to relax, nothing has to happen here."
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| cyber-yukongil v2.5 wrote: | a silent curse to Mr. Jones is uttered again under the gumshoes breath, as him mind races to place a name with the face coming to confront him....Johns, Jackson...Jans, that's it Jans.
nodding as he approaches "Jans, you're up early, but I take it you're not here to take me out for a danish."
"What's going on?" Caleb asks while locking eyes with the man positioning himself for a shot. "And tell your partner to relax, nothing has to happen here." |
"Just stay right there, Caleb. And I'm not up early, I'm still up late." Jans is tired looking. Coffee and something else are the only things keeping him going, you'd guess. Is that...rage? "You left a witness, Caleb. I never did trust you, the way you get caught up in all those screw ball cases. But I didn't think you were capable of this..."
The partner's gun is now drawn, but it's aimed at your knee, for now. Whatever early morning traffic there would normally be is nowhere to be found. Roadblocks, keeping you isolated? How long has this been in motion?
"Look, this can only go two ways. Here," as he throws a pair of handcuffs your way. "I'll even let you cuff yourself, leave you with more dignity than you left them." |
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