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Haakon J. Elvsgaard

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Location:Egyptian Museum

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The fact that Vera did not dismiss the mere idea of an underground sect of what had been a several thousand year old religion, sent him first raising a brow in his usual questioning way; it would be absurd for such a decadent practice of beliefe to have survived where Chrisendom and Muhaddemism had prevailed. But then it made him think of the possibility that since they were so faithful to keep their faith, they would surely be as radical and violent as the militant islamists of Morocco or the peoples of the lynching south of America.

In spite of the possiblity, no wait, BECAUSE of the possibility of said villainous people presumably meeting them there, Haakon smelled a scoup. Perhaps even a clue to case he was actually meant to report on. And besides, he wouldn't object to spending some time getting to know these people, they seemed interesting in their own respective ways. Perhaps even eliglible for a few interviews?

His line of thought was broken when the doors swung open and more people flouded into the room. Well actually it was only three, but suddeness still made him turn his head in suprise, and wondering. "Let me guess, either a German radical attacked you because of your inferious genes and threat to the German Reich..." Haakon said to the woman in a hushed tone, though loud enough to be heard and not meant to conceal it - his appathy towards the Germans showing -, before he continued in a normal voice. "...or you have all been experiencing pains and brandings on Egyptian symbols on your bodies, perhaps visions and dreams too? Haakon J. Elvsgaard, journalist and not-so-proud believer in the occult, for now."

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@Lady AmaltheaWill also have a post up by tonight!

When revolvers ruled the West - A casual/low-advanced Western RP based on various Spaghetti Westerns etc.

Yeah I'm alive, just a fine mix of being ill, stressed about my first exams, having tons of thoughts floating around and the fact that Trump won...Yeah, I'm alive.

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

@Fish of OblivionSounds like what I should be starting to do so myself. Geeze, I hope everyone of you are doing okay and not dying and all that jazz!

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@Lady AmaltheaThanks, but I got it posted. Phew, good to know I'm not kicked out.

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Haakon J. Elvsgaard

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Location:Egyptian Museum

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"Protection? As far as I'm aware, cattle are branded for signs of ownership, although if this Bastet now claims ownership over us, maybe." Haakon let a heavy sigh out, shuddering from the thought of thinking of himself as mere cattle. "So from a crowded center of the ancient world to a not so crowded one. As long as that's true, I'm going with you, I have had bad experiences with visiting centres of fantical worship..."

At the sound of Josephine exclaiming her excitement of an adventure compared to her just reading her scripts, made Haakon briefly question if he too was part of those boring days for her. She had never directly implied anything of that sort, but her overzealous clinging up to William was starting to give him doubts. But he pushed those thoughts aside, again, knowing fully well of what was important now.

"The voice? The one speaking in an undechiperable tounge? Well if that's the case..." Haakon began fumbling around in his satchel, looking for his revolver and if it was loaded, making sure not to actually pull it out. Doing so would surely cause more trouble. "...I hope being armed is a viable option, Major Keystone? Someone's got to be able to defend us if these bastards are out to get us. "

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@Lady AmaltheaPost will be up in 10-20 minutes! Sorry for the delay, both what you said and also life being shitty...

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Haakon J. Elvsgaard

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Location:Egyptian Museum

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"Well that's what the entire world has called it, Josephine, thoughit would surely make for a good film with you in the role." Haakon's reply was short and quick, his charming smile aimed at Josephine. It had nothing to do with Haakon wanting her, the American Starlet and beauty for himself; he simply did not like the idea of being replaced so quickly by a man with only a handsome face and nothing inside. Americans were like that, superficial and at the same time intriguing to be around.

The journalist continued to stand up against the desk, quietly listening to Vera as she spoke, asking herself why they had gotten their brand and dreams, while Reginald and William had only had said dreams. And then of course why Vera herself had gotten that mark on the locket. Haakon tried to think as well, letting his gaze wander empty around the room to let his thoughts flow. A pencil rolled between two of his fingers, and soon he rejoined the conversation.

"I wouldn't mind visiting said tombs, for journalistic purposes only of course. And pardon me for thinking out loud, but regarding why we were branded and who wasn't, there must be a reason. A certain message is sent to certain people, for a very specific reason, that's what I've learned from my line of work. You are working here; you have more knowledge of this country and its history than anyone else in this room, Miss Munn."

Haakon's eyes lay on William for a second, before continuing.

"Whoever, or God forbid whatever decided to mark us like this; perhaps this is a warning. If not akin the deaths of Lord Carnavon and the others, something else...So, I can assume you want us to go look at books, tomes or statues of this Bastet, and not actually speak with her personally?"

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

Arthur Steiner

"Madness...of course. Dr. Gabrowski would be stupid to let somone who actually cares for these people in...wait, what did you just say?"

Arthur's face, just a few moments ago filled with curiosity, was now one made of confusion. His eyes staring down at Dupree - Professor Steiner was a tall man, quite intimedating to both new students and seasoned professors at Miskatonic -, shifting to look at Emil as the German student continued where Dupree had left off. The old man standing at the reception? Arthur didn't pay too much attention to him it seemed, only offering a brief glance before locking onto his colleague and student.

"If I had not been convinced that there was something incredibly strange going on these past events, I would have gotten you thrown out of the university and deported back to Deutschland yesterday, Herr Günther..." Arthur pulled out a handerchief from his pocket, wiping his forehead free from the beads of sweat dripping. Dr. Steiner, the man with the stone face and an iron will, was visibly shaken. Now the only thing remaining was for Hell to freeze over. "...but yes, that would be a preferable entrance. I think I shall have to tell you about our little...adventure of yesterday, Herr Günther and myself, but not here."

Arthur turned his head, looking over at the remaining group of students who seemed eager to get moving; the temperature of the whole fascility - The Eternal Prison of Lesser Men - had fallen quickly, and a few had been smart enough to 'forget' proper clothing. "Everyone! You are dismissed for now, return to Miskatonic and attend to whatever business you have until lectures resume after lunch. And don't you dare complain about colds or freezing feet, you all know perfectly well that it's winter!"

"Now what did you say about a place of secrets? Above and below water? I can safely assume you're not referring to Atlantis. Atkins dwelled more with the the abnormal cultures and religions; Ancient Greece is Professor Masters' area. So what could he mean by..."

Arthur started talking quietly to himself as he began walking through the reception and out into the cold winter air. A raven's kraa snapped Arthur out of his line of thought, his eyes locked onto the black messenger of Death fly away. "Come on then, let's not waste time. I have the nagging feeling that we'll not be alone there."

Next stop: Miskatonic University, where they would be met by more people, Companions, mysteries and madness, Agent Lichfield, and their next clue.

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

@Fish of OblivionHappy to hear that, Fredrick will soon have more than just a crazy Irishman to talk to :P

Likewise, though I've already celebrated it with booze, costumes and...more booze ^^