Merry Christmas, everyone!
Still not clear here. I'm hoping to catch up in the new year.
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Hey folks, I know it's been a while. I've been wiped with a cold... then felt rough today. Now I'm awaiting a covid-19 test. I hope to catch up again soon.
Just a note. My rate of posting has gotten more erratic lately. It may remain that way for some weeks yet.
Ah, not too far along.
Will post tomorrow.
Peter whispers to the others when away from the door. "There is power in that giant by the door - but also a calming aura. The lights, on the other hand, are the product of herbs and oils." When Faun appears, Peter looks with interest, and the name strikes a chord with him. There is a pattern here, surely... "Lead on, please." OOC:
Peter looks at the large man with curiosity - and with an eye for other details that the man's sheer size might distract from. OOC:
*********************** "Good to see you again, Hartley. A pint of good stout, if you would.", replies Peter, wondering about the lights. OOC:
Peter has been quiet since before he entered the public house. Now, he raises his head and fixes Scarlet with his gaze. "Murder. The memory of it lingers in the alley beside that pub, like a stench that won't fade."
That's entirely fair. My own recent slowdown in posting isn't ideal but I will catch up tomorrow.
"Edrington seems to be forthright with us. He seems to enjoy sharing his pleasures with others." **************** Peter selects an eyemask, not dissimilar to Jakob's but in a deep forest green shade, and makes sure to get sufficient rest.
"As plain as porter a mask for me, if ye can.", says Peter with gratitude.
Peter mulls over those parting words of Edrington. OOC:
"I did not spot any one thing that drew my eye. Now, where do we get masks in London?"
Peter nods. "I would indeed accept your offer, Lord Edrington."
Peter tries to decide what he makes of Edrington as he finishes off his Powers. As he walks into the hitherto-hidden space, pint of porter in hand, he concludes: A man with a taste for the lavish! But what lies behind this? He silently takes in the space, trying not to let the painting distract him by reminding him of past liasons.
I'll post tomorrow.
"Thank you, there is a thirst upon me." Peter apparates a battered leather wallet and draws from it coin that matches the price of his drinks. When John introduces Peter and their companions, Peter nods and adds: "It is a pleasure to meet you, Lord Edrington, a pleasure indeed." OOC:
Many congratulations! I am once again having to catch up. Exhaustion is my companion at the moment.
Apologies for the delay - I've just posted in gameplay. I'll be travelling this weekend and I won't be posting again until Monday at least.
Her voice breaks as though it cannot work properly, "I'm sorry for stepping away..." In time, she corrects her tonal errors and continues. "I do hope you haven't been too long missing my presence. How is everything here?" "Don't be fretting, Lady Grey, you're grand.", Peter replies with a smile. He is not the most rushed of individuals it seems. ************ Peter is quiet and watchful. Drinks and a bit of music, not so bad! Except for the the shadows stalking the patrons... Peter loses himself in observation, to glean what he can... Rolls/OOC:
I'll post tomorrow, post not coming together.
"Fair play to your ears, Inspector! You are quite correct.", Peter replies, not hiding his respect for a good ear for accents. When the peelers leave, Peter turns to face the others. "The other two, it's another day on the job. The Inspector...he seemed keen on this case, and keen to conceal that."
Peter replies, trying to stick to the less abnormal parts of the story. "I am Peter Caffrey, a recent arrival to the city. I had decided to take a walk and ended up caught in the fog. Hearing the cries near the bridge, I joined to see if I could lend a helping hand. There I met Lady Grey, Mr. Wainwright, and the others." Rolls/OOC:
Peter eats. It doesn't matter that he feels no real appetite or enthusiasm for his food. The body needs it, and besides, it would be a sin to waste it. So Peter eats, and while acknowledging the inspector, does wait for Lady Grey to begin speaking.
Peter smiles a little at Lady Grey's offer, though sincerely. "I will take you up on your welcome, Lady Grey, and my offer still stands. I am content to take the witching hour watch in the small hours."
That sounds very challenging indeed!
Peter tries to comfort his understandably shaken cousin. "Myself, the Lady Grey, and these gathered folk chanced upon the poor man on a bridge in a frightful state. Tis a bad business, Abby, and no mistake, but we are doing all we can for him. Speaking of which..." Peter gets up and walks over to the debate, listening to the points made. He adds: "While my landlady might wonder, I do not need to be back. That said, John raises a point. I am willing to stay here and aid with the watch of this man. But if that would bring any dishonour or rumour to your door, Lady Grey, then I would take John up on his offer."
@All: I may not be able to post again until Saturday. Just a heads up. @The Raven Nevermore: I am absolutely still on board, though see above. @Scarlet: Oh, how I know. The players in my own (now virtual) tabletop campaign were listing off all the bionics their characters have accrued thanks to near-death experiences. ;) @John: No problem by me!
Peter turns and then rushes to Abigail's aid. Rolls/OOC:
Peter winces at the man's scream but does not move, at least not yet. When the scream has passed, he advances, strange syllables arising from his lips, though softly... Spellcraft DC 15: Peter is casting stabilise on the eyeless man.
Just a reminder for our GM. Peter is more vulnerable to spells with the evil descriptor. In case this is one.
Take care, all!
Peter remains quiet. At least we were able to help him. I assumed that his raving would not end so quickly or easily.
Peter thinks for some moments in silence as he himself approaches the drink cart, giving Jakob a knowing nod at the large man's reply on discretion. He selects a solid whiskey - though the Scots' stuff looks good too! - pours a generous measure and sips it with some pleasure. He turns to John and speaks: "Is fear macánta tú. Ní déarfaidh mé tada faoi mura dteastaíonn uait mé. Is é mo chomhairle ná do bhronntanais a úsáid chun cabhrú le daoine eile aon uair is féidir leat." Irish:
"You're a honest man. I'll say nothing of it unless you want me to. My advice is to use your gifts to help others whenever you can."
When the blind man arrives, staring straight at Lady Wriothesly, Peter tightens his grip on his glass ever so slightly. It cannot just be her voice, surely. How did he walk here!? He keeps his mouth shut for now and allows the man to answer questions directed at him. Rolls/OOC:
Apologies. I'll post tomorrow.
"There is something deeply wrong in this city," Peter states. "A man is stumbling around with his eyes removed and bleeding to death." He pauses a moment then resolves himself to a course. "The doctor's confusion is my doing. I channeled a surge of power into him to salve his wounds. I try not to draw attention to the fact I can do that, so I would appreciate all of your discretion on that, and if I may be so bold, your understanding on why I did not speak of it sooner." "If we're to hunt the scut who did this to him by ourselves, so be it. I am in. I'm used to having to deal with the strange and occasionally the awful while I'm at it."
I'm actually fine with a private investigation!
"We shall talk later, Abigail. God bless.", Peter replies to his departing cousin. ****** Peter hears Lady Grey's comments about the Queen asking for aid and does not react much at all. But he nods grimly at talk of Jack the Ripper. "Word of that blood-splattered lunatic reached far and wide, Lady Grey. I agree that we should find many hands to make lighter work of this new butcher." He realies his hunger and seeks out choice meats to snack upon and a cup of tea to wash them down.
If there's a lot of text that salient questions might get lost in, it might be worth making a note for specifics in discussion.
Peter steps back to take in his cousin. [i]She's changed. But of course she has! It's been donkey's years![/ooc] "For sure, Abigail, I've had a stay at Widow Bowen's. I met Lady Grey by chance - her and these others. We stumbled across a man in distress and all combined efforts to aid him." ******** When the doctor speaks, Peter replies: "I did not. Harm had struck the poor devil before I had clapped eyes on him."
All the best!
That's lovely. :)
I won't generally be posting during work hours and evenings can get busy. But I do endeavour to post daily in active games and usually manage it. If for whatever reason I don't post in a given day, and that impedes the plot, our GM has my full permission to bot Peter to move things along.
Peter will gladly shake hands and introduce himself to the others. They seem the sort to want to help. Which I can certainly understand! Then, he catches sight of his cousin. "Abigail!", he exclaims, turning to face her.
Peter looks at Scarlet with appraising eyes, meshing what he has been told of her with what he has recently seen. "I am indeed! A pleasure to meet the fine Lady Grey in person, if in strange circumstances!", Peter replies with a smile, offering his hand.
Peter's interest is piqued by Mister Byrant's command of his native tongue. He replies: "Peadar Is ainm dom - 'Peter'. Lig dúinn labhairt taobh istigh." Irish: "Peadar is my name - 'Peter'. Let us speak more inside."
"I think my accent would do you no favours with the peelers, so I shall await you at the corner." Peter does exactly that. *************** Once arrived at the house, Peter looks about. "This...this rings a bell! It looks a great deal like the house my cousin Abigail works in, for one Lady Grey."
Rolls/OOC:
Peter chimes in, seemingly not noticing Lady Grey's gaze. "The Royal Army Ordnance Corps are encamped in the Tower. With a great deal of explosives. I think we had best be elsewhere and remain there. Let us slip away, as the man suggested."
Take care!
It makes sense to me anyhow.
Trying not to be too alarmed by the second round of screaming. "On examination, this man had this done to him. Hold him, I am going to try to calm him down!" Peter passes the man to whomever steps up to it, then starts speaking softly and gesturing... Spellcraft DC 16: Cure Light Wounds on the man.
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