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

@T Risket Say that when you stand face-to-face with Cthulhu himself, then I'll be impressed, haha!

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

@BurningCold I was wondering why you wouldn't talk with him :P I mean what wrong has he done? Well except buying sandwiches which he hasn't payed..oops?

@RBYDark I agree that we should let those who haven't posted yet get the chance, but we might "kill our darlings" so to say; if they don't show up, we can't wait forever for them. It's harsh, I know, but everyone else is here and ready, and we got to take them into consideration as well.

@T Risket Well we could always talk about the weather, that's a winner right there! Or we can talk about who we are and what we do for a living? Me for my own sake, don't to anything except studying and roleplaying these days.

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

Posted myself, the plot thickens (I think/hope)! Come on, don't be shy people!

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

Dr. Arthur Steiner

Two, no, one; there had only been one. This both Emil Günther and Professor Dupree confirmed, as they stood over the ever growing spot of coloured snow, akin the Red Sea surrounded by burning hot desert. Arthur could not understand it, Howarding jumping was the last thing he thought he'd end up doing. As a chill surrouned his spine, like a pool of freezing water dripping down his back, he only gave a quick glance to Sean O'Reilly, another student of some sort, before settling his gaze on one who did not fit in at the university at all; the man without a name, wearing a fedora, and taking controll of the situation.

"You'd better mean victim, for this man was not the type of man to simply jump of buildings...But fine, as long as there is no fuzz." Arthur simply said to the man, while the man extected a hand forward. It was large, the sort of hand Arthur had seen around blacksmiths and carpenters down in Ottoman Syria and Palestine, yet free of the black soth that accompanied the anvils and hammers. After a little consideration, he allowed himself to shake the man's hand, only to have the handshake immediatly broken off while the man spoke to Professor Dupree, Jeremiah. What an undisciplined bafoon, must be a private investigator of some sorts...filthy Marxist...

"O'Reilly is not a student of mine, so I can't speak for him, but Günther..." Arthur turned his attention to the German student of his; he was good enough, doing his homework and answering questions in his broken English whenever he was asked, he showed potential. "Günther, you go call the police and ambulance, tell the Principable that I sent you. You can consider my classes postponed for today really..."

While Professor Dupree and the fedora-man dispersed the crowd, and his pupil phoned the police, Arthur looked up at the monument Dr. Atkins had presumably jumped off from. Odd...Arthur thought. The sun is just rising above the top as Howard jumped...and to think he wanted to tell me of some great discovery this morning...This world is going mad...

"I didn't catch your name, but you're with the police, or were at some point I take it?"

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

@Kaiachi Right'o! Welcome to the abyss ;)

@T Risket Will do, but I'll be waiting a little bit for the others to post. Still waiting for @Naltorix and @Candle to post.

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

There, added Dr. Athur Steiner as an NPC to the plot, he will surely be of use later on ;) Use him as you please.

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

@T Risket@RBYDark I'd say we can post as freely a possible without pushing the story too far ahead, so that the others can easily catch up. I might post once again, but as an NPC of some sorts. But yeah, go ahead, just don't go too crazy, hehe.

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

Jeremy Arthur Velera

Psysical state: Tired.
Mental state: Shaken, reaccuring thoughts.

...And out from the nearby shellhole, the greenish-yellow cloud of death silently crept up over the top. In the hole he lay surrounded by his dead comrades, staying perfectly still, so peaceful, so innocent. The cloud made no difference though, as it formed into the shape of a man, if it could be called that. It looked at him with its empty eyesockets, pressing its face up against Jeremy's, only his mask between them. The others were not so lucky, as the figure turned around to devour them from the inside out, making them scream. Rats poured out from their mouths, yet their screams went on louder, piercing like a bullet.

"...for you shall seek the truth, but yet again find the darkness that surrouded you before. Give in, the stars align, one soul shall be the bane for all mankind...madness...darkness...
...He rises...

Jeremy threw himself out of bed, landing on his face as he made contact with the cold wooden floor of his room. How did he end up there? Oh yes, the nightmare...It always ended like this, him waking up violently from his sleep only to find himself safe, wherever he had fallen asleep. This time it felt different though; stronger, more real, frightening. Wait, what's the time? The clock kept on ticking as it hung on the wall, right over the stove and sink. The fading black arms pointed at II and VIII respectively; ten past eight. It was still time for him to eat a little bit before his shift started.

It was a bit chilly now that Jeremy thought about it, and a quick glance out the window comfirmed his suspicion; it was snowing outside, even more than the day before. Unlike those upper-class Yanks that inhabiteded the city, Jeremy was no stranger to the cold, and promptly pulled on his long, darkening-brown trench coat with makeshift sewing here and there to cover the holes. He'd buy a new now, if he hadn't been still saving money for someone much more important, so for now he could live with wearing a trench coat he'd been shot in. Not that those folks out there really care...

His path led him down towards Church Street, passing people going in both directions and minding their own business. It was then that Jeremy realized two thing; one, his right hand was still shaking, even when he clutched it as tight as he could. Come on you little shite, cut it! He though, violently pushing his hand down into his pocket, hoping it wouldn't be so apparent to everyone around.

The second thing was that more people seemed to walk towards the university than normal. It would normally have gone right past him, hadn't it been for the yelling that accompanied the crowd making their way down the street. A loud thump turned the yellig into screams, louder and louder as he got closer. But it was none of Jeremy's business, he was a simple mechanic after all, not psychologist or anything of the kind that dealt with people. At least in that particular way. So instead he made a left and opened the door to "Valentines".

"Mornin', Mr. Valentine. What's the fuzz over at Miskatonic all about? And I'll have the normal sandwich, please."

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Dr. Arthur Steiner

"Get out of the way! What the Hell is going on out here?" It seemed that there could be no peace for Arthur these days. Ever since he had returned from his annual Christmas celebrations at his beloved hunting lodge down towards Boston, he had been bothered by new, excited students or the old, grey professors. Rascals, always talking about some new discovery within the sciences of gravity or whatever in the name of God they called it these days. And then these bald moles who do nothing but dig their noses down in books. I don't care! I'm a professor of religious history and Latin, not physics!

His internal ranting came to a quick standstill once he breached the sea of people outside, and saw him. "In the name of Zeus...Howard..."

The man, or rather the remains of what once had been a man lay in front of him. Around him stood one of Arthur's students in his lingvistics-classes, Günther, German. With him sat another student, he didn't recognize him, and Professor Jeremiah Dupree of anthropology. They all looked taken back by the situation, although all in their respective ways. Arthur stood there speechless for a few seconds, taking it all it, when he heard someone ask Where did the other man go? Arthur looked in the direction the question came from, a puzzled look on his face as he turned back to Günther and Dupree. "There were two? What is going on, did Dr. Atkins jump from the Monument? Would some kindly explain to me, what the Hell is going on here?"

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

@Kaiachi I like Estelle, consider her accepted and post her CS in the Character section.

@Sigurd Emil's internal monolouge was interesting to read, I feel it gives him real depth. And it scared me slightly too. Only thing I might object to is that you maybe could have put the monolouge in your first post, but that's really nothing mandatory! So just keep up the good work!

@T Risket Huzzah for being offical :D

I'll be working on my post right now, expect something within an hour or so.

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

Quick post just to apologize for not posting today, it's been real busy...but expect something tomorrow!