Game Posts

"Alright'en, jus' follow me! Ari says, with no small amount of cheer in his voice. His stride is long, but he keeps his pace slow so others don't have to hurry up to walk alongside him.

Marv glances at the others before strolling up the steps and knocking on the door.

"Verdammt..." Wilhelm grumbles to himself at the disturbance. The table he sits at is oak with severely chipped lacquer and is covered with loose papers on a variety of topics. He shuffles a few of them, reaches blindly for his brass-handled cane and, having found it, uses lift himself out of his chair. He walks with a slight limp toward the door, the consequence of a childhood accident, and opens it. "Ja, what can I do for you?" he says in his thick German accent.

Marv smiles at the man behind the door. "Good evening, sir. My name is Marv and these are my fellows from the University. We're here about the dig outside of town and heard you might know something about it?"

"Evenin', Mr. Kluck - I can vouch for 'em, I think. They seemed frien'ly nuff," calls out Ari, having moved to the back of the group.

"Well, my side job as a tour guide now done, I think I'll be on my way. Unless, o' course, ya'd rather I stay, Mr. Kluck."

Wilhem squints at Marv then pokes his head out the door to get a look at Ari and the others outside, sizing up the spectacle. He then turns back to Marv, "I don't know much beyond what I've read in the papers. The University asked for my advice on the mental state of the Professor Whitmer und the others involved, but so far I have not been able to locate them or been allowed within 10 kilometers of the site." With that, he flips open his cigarette case, lights one, then steps out into the night air with the rest of the crowd. "Have you've seen it?" he asks, eagerness in his voice.

Marv nods soberly, "Yep. It's a mess," he says without further explanation. He breathes in the other man's smoke appreciatively and gives Wilhelm a small, tight smile.

Wilhem moves in close and tilts his head downward so he's staring at Marv over the top of his glasses. "Show me," he says almost under his breath with a queer smile.

With everything seeming aboveboard with the University-types, Ari heads off to his home - the wife's waiting on him.

Hold on a moment, chief. David says, approaching Ari as he's getting into his car. I have a feeling that we might need your talents later. How can we get a hold of you if we have the need?

"Yeah, you haven't finished sticking your nose in other people's business..." he smiles at his own joke.

"Plenty o' time for all that later, boy-o," cracks Ari, flashing a smile back at Marv - before turning to Dr. Kilgore.

"Well, Mister Doctor, I'm mostly 'bout town, helpin' ol' grannies get to the drugstore and what not. So, you know, just ask 'roun'. If you're short on time, though, might be that I'm at the Sheriff's office. Right down Main, can't miss it. Office number's 540-212-8649. Ain't gonna give you my home number until we go out for a round o' drinks with the missus, though. Haha! Y'all have a g'night then. Don't let'em bed bugs bite!"

Satisfied with the job he's done here, Ari whistles a couple repetitive notes and leaves the fine folk to their University business.

As he watches Ari leave, Marv shrugs, turning back to Wilhelm. "Well, you wanted to see the dig site, yes? And, we want some answers. How about we all meet early in the morning and head down there? Would you be up for that?" Now that it's late, and dark, Marv isn't so keen on going out the dig site, right now. The weird things he saw there stick in the back of him mind, making him a little nervous.

Wilhelm takes a log drag on his cigarette and exhales. "Yes, absolutely. Where should we meet?" he asks.

Marv glances around before shrugging. "I don't know much here, so why not in front of the pub?"

Marv smiles as he breathes in the cool morning air. He leans against his vehicle, waiting for the others.

Wilhelm opens the car door, places a wool fedora on his head, and uses his walking cane to hoist himself out of the black taxi that's brought him to the pub. Spotting Marv, he smiles and walks over to his car. He then draws a cigarette from his silver case, lights it, and admires the smoke as it floats upward in the morning light. "Guten Morgen. For whom else are we waiting?"