I don't own RWBY or Call of Cthulhu Horror Aboard the Orient Express.
February 4th 1925, Constantinople Turkey
3rd POV
The scene opens on the city of Constantinople. The early morning sun rays lit up the queen of the cities. Yedi Tepeli Şehir as one would put it, but to the locals, it was known as Istanbul. The most popular of nicknames for the city of mosque. Sailing up the Bosphorus form the Sea of Marmara a small cruise reached the port in Galata. As the boat settles, dozens of tourists from across Europe exists the vessel. Heading onto land. Excited they rushed to side to gaze upon the Ayasofya Camii from the docks. As the hoard of tourist thins out, four familiar figures emerged.
"Maman, papa, regardez, c'est le Sultan Ahmed." (Mom, dad, look, it's Sultan Ahmed.) Oliver called out as he points to the Blue Mosque in the distance.
"Oui, je peux le voir." (Yes, I can see it.) Audrey said as she wheeled her son to the side while Nora and Jobert carry down the luggage. Audrey then leans forward as he mumbles to herself, "Mon dieu, c'est beau." (My god, it's beautiful.)
Things have been good since the incident back in 24. Nora was conscripted as the first female soldier. Assigned to a reserve artillery unity due to her rather, 'explosive' personality she was promoted as the 'Nouveau visage de la nouvelle armée' 'New face of the new army'. Increasing Military volunteer among some of the younger and older generations. Course with recent disturbances in Germany, most of the good will she worked up seemed to fall flat as fresh memories of the war came back. None the less beyond serving in the reserves, she enjoys more time with her guardians. In late December it was decided that the family would go on a sightseeing trip of the Mediterranean. They traveled to Brindisi, enjoying the south Italian coast before they received a lucky prize. It was at an event hosted by the town where the winner would win a trip from Constantinople to England along the Simpson rail road of the Orient Express. As if good fortune at nodded to her, Nora ended up winning. Not wishing to waste them and giving an excuse to see Greece they spent a lovely month sightseeing the ancient ruins in Thebes and Corinth.
Now arriving from Athens, Nora stares on at the city. Buildings going up and down like waves. Multiple Mosques standing at the highest points in the country. And most spectacular of all was architecture. Nora has never seen such designs before in all her time roaming Remnant as a kid.
"Something the behold is it not, Little English girl?" Jobert asked.
"Yeah… huh, what are those pointy things?" Nora asked.
"Those are Mosques. Um, places of worships." Jobert explains.
"Hmm, how come they don't have them in Paris?" Nora asked.
"Different religion." Jobert said. Before Nora could ask the complications between the two religions that have been wearing for God knows how long, He pulls out some Turkish Lira and hands it to Nora. "Listen, why don't you take Oliver sightseeing of the city. Me and my beloved need to settle some paperwork at the Sirkeci station."
"You sure it's a good idea? I'm not a good at directions." Nora asked as she pocketed the cash.
"True… but I doubt anyone would harm my son with that, énorme marteau de guerre you're lugging about." Jobert points out.
"Hmm, fair enough. Petit Olly Préparez-vous pour un voyage à Istanbul! (Little Ollie! Get ready for a trip to Istanbul!) Nora shouted as she walked over to Oliver with both fists pumped.
"It's Constantinople, not Istanbul." Oliver replies back as Nora took the wheelchair handles and strolled him to the city.
"Phss, Now it's Istanbul, not Constantinople." Nora proclaims as the two made their way to city. As they do, Audre watches with worried eyes as her husband comforted her.
"Est-il sage de laisser votre fils errer dans la ville? Constantinople n'est pas sans danger pour les jeunes garçons." (Is it wise to let your son wander the city? Constantinople isn't safe for young boys.) Audrey asked with a worried glance.
"À vrai dire chérie... Je suis plus inquiet pour les imbéciles qui pensent qu'ils peuvent faire du mal à notre fils en présence de cette fille." (Truth be told darling... I'm more worried for the fools who think they can harm our son within that girls presence.) Jobert said as he holds his wife tightly.
Oliver and Nora went through the city. Enjoying the rich atmosphere of the city. Though the city was filled with urchins and rough crowds. They dared not approach them. For Nora made it very clear early on when she helped a man repair his cart with relative ease. As the hours pass, they stopped to get some maras dondurma, or the unique ice cream of the region. As the seller played around with Oliver, Nora couldn't help but notice a news article. It was the only thing she could read as it was written in French. Paying the boy selling them she scanned through the article. It seemed a British diplomat's son was kidnapped. The first westerner in a long line of kidnappings as of late. It is strange, first it was children and orphans that roamed the streets. People nobody would miss. Then recently, Sir Douglas Rutherford, British Deputy High Commissioner to the newly form Turkish republics; son, James Rutherford was kidnapped. This has put heavy pressure on Turkish officials to look into these kidnappings, but they dragged their feet on the matter.
As Nora reads the article, she couldn't help but feel like she was being watched. Turning around, she scanned the scene with her one good eye before spotting in the streets far below. A figure in a blue burqa. She couldn't make out the build, nor did she know why some people wear such clothes, so to her it could have been anyone in such a garment. As she stares more intently, she suddenly feels a pull on her sleeve.
"Ms. Valkyrie, are you not going to get some ice cream?" Oliver asked breaking Nora's concentration. She quickly turns back, but the stranger in the burqa was gone.
"Nora, and um sure." Nora corrected as she scanned the scene once again for that stranger. However she could not find the onlooker. She eventually went over to grab her own maras dondurma, the scene pulls down, showing a back ally of the city. There, the stranger in the burqa can be seen walking to an incense shop.
The stranger knocks on the door, and a slide opens up to reveal a set of intimidating eyes. He then asked in Turkish, "Şifre?"
The stranger holds up a small note that reads, Majesteleri. The slide shuts and heavy locks were undone. The door opens and the man stands aside with his hand on a British Webley. He looks around before allowing the stranger in. Once inside the stranger finds themselves among a group of British officers. They were preparing for something, something big. Just then a voice called out to the stranger.
"What the feck took you so damn long?" FEB asked as he is wipes the bit of Rakı from his lips.
The stranger said nothing but held up a small note, that read, "Was scoping the kırmızı cami when I thought I saw someone."
FEB narrowed his drunken eye's on the words as the stranger removes her burqa to reveal Blake. She was dressed in a dark miltary attire, nickers pants, and a shoulder mounted holster. Adorn on her head was a loss fitting hijab to hide her faunas Appearance as well as assisting in fitting in with the locals.
"Hmm, shame you couldn't talk with them. If you didn't showed up the puffs would have left me here as they go on that raid." FEB said earning an annoyed glance from Blake. Just then they get a call from the commander.
"Alright boy's, mam. We believe we have found the location of the kidnappers. They seem to be part of a malicious cult as the sacred symbols required by all active mosque's have been found outside and in disarray. Ms. Belladonna, would you like to add anything from your reconnaissance?" The leader of this group of SIS said before turning to Blake. She then presents a hand sketched map of the Mosque. Along with that, hands a paper to FEB.
FEB reads the following aloud. "I have managed to sneak inside but only for a moment. They use the main room as some sort of worship. I don't know what it is they worship but from the blood trails and discarded blood stained clothes it's safe to assume that the children are sacrifice to it."
"Good heavens." One of the soldiers said interrupting FEB.
"Eh hem, However while they worship this strange statue, we can sneak in and ambush them. There seems to be very few cultists around with three at the entrance 12 on the ground floor and rotating with four others after an hour but all are seen on the ground floor when praying." FEB continued.
"Statue? What statue Ms. Belladonna?" The leader of the SIS asked.
Blake then pulls out another parchment she had crudely drawn. It depicts a strange ebony like statue. She then quickly writes down what she wanted to say before handing it to FEB. "I am not sure what it is. Only that it was set up recently and looks fragile… yet unnerving."
"Hmm, very well. We attack at 7. During Maghrib prayers. If Ms. Belladonna's intel is correct we may be able to get the drop on them." The commander said before dismissing everyone to prepare. As they do, Blake goes off to her room. Once in solidarity, she removes her hijab to let her faunas ears breath for just a moment.
Sitting down on her bed she looks at the mirror. There a sketch drawing of her girlfriend is seen. This world had no printers, but she's just glad she was a decent artist. A skill her mother taught her when she was just a kid. As she sat there reminiscing her time at Beacon it warped into her memories of how she went from a nun in England to a member of the British Secret Intelligence Service.
After clearing Churchills name. He tried his best to let Blake look into this Necronomicon but even with his influence he couldn't get her in. In the meantime, she spent with FEB's family, reading in Churchill's massive library, and recently became a member of the British Legion. Assisting Veterans who lost limbs in the great war gave a sense of catharsis to her. Then one day she received a job from Winston. A close friend and war hero during the Battle of Gallipoli Sir Douglas Rutherford son was kidnapped. She requested to assist SIS agents in Constantinople. If not for the safety of the young boy then to make an impression in Parliament as Sir Douglas Rutherford held a lot of sway among the admiralty.
Her thoughts were soon interrupted as a knocking on the door was heard. She quickly adorn the Hijab and goes to the door. As she does the view pulls outside her window to reveal the setting sun. Time speed up and the Sun set's, allowing for the moon to take it's place.
Hours later before the kırmızı cami
The scene pulls down on the kırmızı cami, or Red Mosque. At the entrance three thugs can be seen silently standing before the door. Watching for intruders with unblinking eyes. As they stood there they notice something off in the distance. Besides the fact that it is dark out, they could see the SIS agents moving towards them. However before the alarm was sounded Blake jumped down from her spot and slit his throats with a reforged Gambol Shroud. The other saw her and drew a strange sword. Charging her she easily parried the blow's before delivering fatal blows.
She didn't like the idea of killing, specially if it's a human. But she had seen the blood-soaked clothes and shoes left over from these cultist rituals. Children no younger then Jaune's nephew. She won't loose an ounce of sleep killing these monsters. With a flick of her wrist, the blood came off her katana and she sheath it. The rest of the SIS agents then came out of hiding and approached.
"Well done Ms. Belladonna. Wish you were helping our boys back in 15." The Commander said with a nod before motioning the others to follow. Armed with Lee-Enfields with one using a captured German MP-18 they entered the building. Blake was about to follow when her Faunas Eyes spotted something on the dead cultist.
Kneeling down she noticed that their eyes were different shades, like a stray cat. Under there cloaks they had different skin color's like a jigsaw puzzle of flesh. As she puzzles it over FEB grabs her shoulder.
"Now's not the time to see if they are dead. We got a fecking job to do." FEB said with a Webley in hand.
Blake nods as she stood up. Pulling out a FN m1903. This Belgium Pistol was a gift from Winston. Dust bullets are limited due to the earth having none to begin with. So to conserve ammunition she has taken up a second pistol. 7.65mm was not the kind of ammunition her Gambol Shroud uses, but it will do for now until she finds a pistol cartage to work with hers.
The group of SIS entered in, sneaking towards the center of the Mosque. As they do, they did not come across any members of the cult. At the center of the abandoned holy sight, they found a group of children. Tied and bound in chains as they silently wept and prayed for god or there parents. The SIS then approach the children. Trying to calm them down, while Blake looked confused by the fact that this felt too easy. As she entered the main room, she noticed right away that the massive statue was now gone. And the kids, they were crying loudly as the chains echoed throughout the room. That's when she saw them. The cultist, they were hiding in the dark. Her Faunas eye's could barley see them, but they were sneaking up on the agents, knives drawn. Unable to shout, she drew her pistol and shot one in the head.
Hearing the gun shot the soldiers turned to see the cultist, and a fight issued. The cultist though armed with elongated machete length weapons were tough opponents. When they got up close, they swung their blades with a force comparable to a young Beowolf. One unfortunate SIS agent was cut in half clean down the center. Some didn't went down when the .303 British pierced their bodies. However the superior firepower and training gave the British soldier and edge in the fight. Blake tipped the scale indefinitely… for now.
She fired several shots at one muscular cultist as he bummed rushed her. Despite hitting him dead in the head with 7.65mm the cultist shrugged it off and with a powerful slashed decapitates Blake. Or it seemed. In truth he just attacked her shadow, she slid under his legs and with her Gambol Shroud; relieved of his. FEB who's army combat experience been water down by many bar fights somehow managed to stay one step ahead of the cultist. They may take bullets like a take but former priest never fights fair. He used every dirty tactic from throwing the dust on the ground to putting one through their knees. Headbutting and nut crackers, he gave them a proper back ally bare knuckle beating.
By then, 2 SIS soldiers laid dead, and 5 cultists as well. The 4 remaining were heavily wounded and forced back. That's when one of the Cultist mutters something. It sounded Turkish but it wasn't. He then slit his own throat and from that he fell to the ground. The SIS agents couldn't see it due to how dark the room is, but Blake saw something crawl out of the back of his robes. Like a flat spider made of mussels, she couldn't get a good look at it as it disappears into the cracks of the building.
"Just give up, you are out gunned and out manned." The commander of the SIS agents shouted as he pointed his rifle at one of the cultist head. In broken English, the Cultist replies back;
"We fear no death. Our derisiz etin habercisi has gone to do his will. We are to distract you from his will." The Cultist said before his eyes betrayed him. Looking up the SIS saw it. A monstrosity they dare not imagine.
It was a horrific combination of dozens of children. There face's sew together in a circle. Skin stretched to the limits. The hands and feet sliced together to form a deformed ten by ten appendages. And the way it crawled, my god a twitch in a dead spider could not compare to the absolute shock these soldier's seen as it crawled around.
"What in the hell is THAT!" A SIS shouted in panic.
"Who cares! Kill it!" FEB called out as he fired his pistol. The 455. Missed the creature as it let's out an unpleasant demonic but child like hiss before dropping.
Blake pulled the FEB away while most of the soldiers leapt to safety. Sadly two soldiers were not so lucky. One was crushed under the weight of the creature while another was grabbed. He kicked and screamed as the creature pulled him to the center. Tiny mouth's ripped into his body as the broken nail's shredded him. Like a death by a thousand cut's his end was gruesome. Seeing this happened to there fellow agents. It let's out a horrific screech, leaving the bloody mess of it's victim behind as it scurries towards the nearest agent.
The cultist watch with some twisted amusement as the monstrosity they personally made tour the British agents who dared entered sacred ground, to bits. But this was for a moment. As soon as the third agent was brutally killed, they retreated from there holy sight leaving the agents to fight this monstrosity.
Blake unloaded an entire clip into the monster as it tears and devours another agent. With it's focus on her it rushes to her. However she managed to easily evade and dodge such a creature. It swiped at her with flaying limbs as she ducked and dogged out of both the arms and flying rounds. The creature more pissed then ever made a crucial mistake and lunges at Blake. Using her Semblance she easily dodged the creature ramming her, and tricked into breaking the Pillar. The old Mosque begins to shake before suddenly collapsing onto it. Dust and blood went up as the Surviving SIS approached the now pinned monstrosity.
"Just what in gods name is that?" One agent asked.
"Far as that Cunt's name goes. Doubt he had the cruel imagination to come up with that feck ugly thing." FEB said as he pulled out a flask, the young SIS agent however took it mistaking FEB's struggling alcoholism for an offer of a drink.
"What ever it is. Can't be good." The leader said before turning to Blake. "You did well Ms. Belladonna. Very nimble, why I almost believed to have seen you being picked up a few times."
Blake shrugs it off as nothing. But secretly noting to keep her Aura ability a secret. The Leader then turns to the children. Sadly. It seemed that they did not survive the battle. Stray bullets, slashed marks, and fall debris did them in. Seeing the dead children filled the group with a mixture of dread and shame. Specially for Blake. They… she, could have done something. That's when she heard something. It was faint bust she heard it. Upstairs in the right tower, which is the only one standing intact. Tapping on FEB she presents a note to him.
"Hmm, Seems we ain't out of the wood work ladies the cat heard something upstairs." FEB called out.
"Really?" The SIS commander ask before listening. It took him a moment before hearing it. Kids. Lots of them. "My god. Ms. Belladonna. Mr. Bay. Kindly free the children. Me and the rest will go after those deplorable bastards."
Blake gives a nod before going up the stairs, FEB following soon after. At the midpoint five floors up, they uncover a horrific scene. Row's of cells containing poor children each one kidnapped for god only knows what. The locks were easy to break, and so where the chains thanks to Blake's aura. As they freed the prisoners they found James Rutherford. He of course was in a sense of shock, stollen from the British Embassy forced to watch his fellow orphans being mutilated in horrendous ways, and if not for the raid he could have been next.
Blake held up a small note to the child. Letting him read it quietly before realizing he was truly saved. This wasn't some trick, cruel jest, he was truly actually saved and he begins to sob between his thanks. "Oh (Sniff) thank god. (Sniff) God thank (Sniff) you."
Blake gives a nod as she breaks the chains off his wrists. As she does the boy then asked, "Did they take your tongue like they did to the old man?"
Blake leans back with a confused glance. All the prisoners in this tower were children with the oldest being no older then Oscar. That's when she heard it, a faint chuckle. "They took me eye's boy. Not my tongue… though they should have."
It wasn't a native. He sounded British. Rather intelligently so. Hesitantly walking over she found a single cell. With a sole occupant inside. FEB who was struggling to instruct the children to head downstairs notice Blake staring into one cell. With a horrified look on her face.
"Lass, come on we need to get the feck out of… here." FEB nearly stopped mid sentence when he approached the cell. Inside was a man, who was barley alive and should he even make it, he will never live a normal life. His limbs, legs and arms were removed to he only had a stump. The flesh from his chest has been flayed off. His mustache is blood soaked and the eyes. He had no eyes.
"What the feck happened to you?" FEB asked in a horrified tone.
"Oh, I just happened to visit Constantinople, or just visit the city as they say in Istanbul." The man said before breaking out into a mad chuckle. After a few awkward moments he spoke up. "I do apologies but let me introduce myself. Professor Julius Alberta Smith. Of Oxford. I'd shake your hand but I can't seem to feel mine."
Blake then hands FEB a note, to which FEB responds, "My mute friend here want's to know why a professor is here in the first place."
"Ah, well that's a story to tell. But we don't have much time. Please take a seat, I already brought mine." Professor Smith madly jokes. After a few uncomfortable moments of silence he tells his sad story. "Nearly a lifetime ago, I was studying here in the heart of the Ottoman empire. When I met a fellow Englishman. Stanford Colchester. Like me he was also a fellow academic looking to explore the ancient knowledge kept within the old city. Sadly, to his or for better terms my end, he went mad with this knowledge. He changed his name Selim Makryat and begin worshiping an entity that has plagued this part of the world. The brotherhood of the skinless one was formed under him and I would have been it's first victim had it not been for my friends in the Darülfünûn-u Şahâne. They saved me but I spent the better part of three decades looking over my shoulder."
He then pauses as almost as if he was reseeing those memories with his missing eyes. He then shakes himself free of these memories, "For those decades I have assisted or intervene with other likeminded friends to stop Makryat and his cult. But one day his son appeared." Professor Smith explains earning the intrigue of Blake.
"Who'd the feck sleep with an English twat in this shit hole of a city? Granted ain't much out here. But really?" FEB interrupted to which Blake bumps his arm in annoyance.
"I don't know and doubtful I'd ever find out. As I was saying, his son appeared the night of the Oxford Trust Banquet. Kidnapped me and brought me before his father like a stuffed prize. He took my limbs… my skin… my eyes. All while he pratted on about his master plan to insert himself into the English linage."
Blake then opens her mouth to ask but then recalls that she could not speak. Quickly writing down her question, FEB need not look at what it said to know what she was going to ask. "My partner here wants to know. What do you mean insert himself into the English lineage? What does he hate calling the cunt in the sky Allah and wants to return to Jehovah?"
"No. The skinless one has granted him power over the flesh. And with the Sedefkar Simulacrum in possession, he will be unstoppable." Professor Smith said in absolute horror. His eyes widen till Blake and FEB could see the full socket.
"The Sed em… what's it called?" FEB asked.
"Sedefkar Simulacrum." Blake wrote down before presenting, she then wrote the following question, "But what is that?"
"By you confused tone I guess you have no idea what it is. But it's an ungodly statue dedicated to there god. A dark ebony piece of work." Professor Smith explained causing Blakes eyes to widen in realization.
"The statue. She wrote, right beside the rough sketch.
"Oh, shit. That ugly thing isn't downstairs." FEB said now putting the pieces together.
"Then it's too late. Makryat and his son are on there way to England as we speak. Recon they take the 10 O'clock Simpson rail to Calais. From there they only need to take boat to Dover." Professor Smith explained.
"Shit. In three days they can fuck off across the channel. We need to warn Churchill." FEB said in shock.
"No… they have agents everywhere. Odds are they have them manning the telegram lines." Professor Smith adds.
Blake then quickly writes, "Then we go after him."
"Seriously? Go after them. In case you haven't notice we don't got clearance to be in this piss stinking city in the first place. How the hell are we going to get through boarder patrol's of seven different countries?" FEB remarks.
"It's better then doing nothing." Blake wrote before quickly grabbing the professor and tossing him over her shoulders.
"Wait, stop… what are you doing um?" Professor Smith confusingly asked.
"Blake. And what are you doing Lass?" FEB asked.
Blake stopped for a moment to write, "Getting him to a hospital."
"A hospital? Lass, he should be in a hospice. What kind of life will he lead?" FEB argues.
"He's right. Just make it quick. I don't think I can live with the way I am." Professor Smith argues.
Blake didn't care. She hurried down the stairs with the Professor on her back. As she walks down FEB once again stops her. "Look even if we do get him help. The nearest hospital is an hour in the opposite direction, Kids need to be brought to the authorities, and the rest of those agents need our help to track down the stragglers who escaped. Bottom line we can't make it."
Blake gave FEB a cold stare before struggling to write the next line on her scroll. Presenting it in a huff; "Yes. We. Can!"
She then carries the Professor on her back down the stairs leaving FEB alone for a few moments. He gives a sigh before following after her. As he does, the view then moves down, fading into darkness before opening up on an impressive train station.
Less then an hour later at Sirkeci Station,
Sirkeci Station, original constructed after the Crimean War, it was finished in 1890 by the famed architect August Jasmund. It's interior show's off the extensive design of old ottoman glory. Despite the empire of a nearly thousand years has passed on it's arcature is still seen with great pride.
Boarding the train was Caron Family. They got on board thanks in part to winning those first class tickets. As Jobert and Andrea settled in, Nora assisted Oliver to the dining car to grab a late night meal.
"Hmm, excuse me. What do you have ready to eat?" Nora asked the bartender. Course the man didn't respond, rather stared blankly.
"Excusez-moi, mais avez-vous quelque chose à manger?" (Excuse me, but do you have anything to eat?) Oliver asked in French. To which he received the same blank expression. Annoyed Nora was about to chastice him when someone else spoke up.
"Let me assist." A man with a fez said as he approaches from the side. He looked well groomed, in a white suit and pencil mustach. Yet there was something off about him. His eye's were mismatch in color and Nora could notice a few strange pigmant patches under his collar. He then spoke in fluent Turkish, "Affedersiniz. çocuklar silindirik bir sigara böreği istiyor. En son orada olabileceğinden iyi bir tane yap."
The man nods and pulls out a set of deep fired pastries that looked almost like egg rolls. "You must try the cylindrical sigara böreği. It's to die for."
"Thanks Mr. um." Oliver said before realizing he didn't catch his name.
"Mehmet Makryat. Pleasure to meet you two." The man revealed to be Mehmet said.
"Like wise, I'm Oliver, this is Nora." Oliver said as he introduced himself.
"Hmm, by chance your English, Nora was it? Forgive the strange question but you don't sound French native." Mehmet asked.
"Um no I'm from Mist… Missippie. America." Nora said before correcting herself. The man raised his brow in confusion but ignored it.
"Hmm, alright. Well I am on my way to London to see my extended family. My father was original from London." Makryat explains as he leans to the side. Nora turns her face as she feels… like he was trying to look under her mask. The same way a pervert tries to look up under a skirt.
"Oh, is he here with you on the ride to London?" Oliver asked.
"No… sadly he didn't make it. But no worthies. I find riding this train to be, as Monsior Oliver would say, 'Le roi du train et le train des rois.'" (The King of trains, and train of Kings) Makryat asked.
"Why, yes. 'Vous parlez aussi bien le français que l'anglais?'" (Do you speak both French and English?)" Oliver asked in amazement.
"I speak many tongues. Recently picked up a keen eye for the art of graphology from a visiting Oxford professor whom my father had many encounters with." Makryat explains.
"Hmm, never put much thought into the practice." Oliver answers.
"Hmm, well I'd find it enjoyable. Gives me an idea of whom I am talking to. Really step inside there soles as told." Makryat said with a wide grin. This of course put's Nora on edge and quickly decides to end the conversation there.
"Um, interesting as is. I think it's best we return to our cabin." Nora said as she pulls Oliver away, but not before grabbing the plate of food.
"Very well. Have a pleasant evening you two. I believe we will be seeing each other real soon." Makryat said as he turns to the bartender. The train begins to move and with a glass of wine he turns to take in the scenic view of the city one last time. As he finishes his drink, he notices two strangers racing across the platform. Trying to get on the Orient Express. He frowned in annoyance but after a few moments that frowned turned into a wicked smile. He then said before taking a sip from his glass; "Oyunlar başlasın"
Hello Everybody, Happy Halloween. I hope it's been good season for you. Now, we are back it seem's this trip back to France will be dangerous. A cult leader lying in wait. A family unaware of the dangers, and a game of cat and mouse, cloak and dagger, game of shadows… well it's very Sir Arthur Conan Doyle meet's Agatha Christie so to speak. But I won't go into detail. Yet. Now onto question and comments.
From Black Cross0: Yep. That shit's going to Tell Tale heart them for the rest of their lives.
Heh. Yep. Is it weird that somehow, somewhere in the world, Blake just sense's this and will more than likely swear vengeances? (Food for thought, Bumblebee was a thing… but it seems Dragon slayer has taken over. Let the shipping wars begin.)
Oh, trust me. I have something devious in mind. You will not be disappoint come Berlin.
Not yet but Honestly I tend to wait on these things out of habit.
Yeah this will be an interesting paring. And a difficult one since Nora can only see 110th degrees without turning and Blake can't speak.
Hope you enjoyed this "Turkish" Delight.
Thanks for writing Black Cross0
From ArcronDK: Glad you like it.
1. Yeah. People tend to forget how horrific this world is. And how much it can take from you. So it would make sense that in a world like this. This is seen as a way to cope with the horror's seen.
2. Yeah… and I'm doubtful a cancer like that could be held off for long. It's certainly not natural and isn't physical.
Thanks for writing ArcronDK
From Carre: 1A. No problem.
1B. Ah. Yeah I've been updating this story for some time. So the fact that you brought it up opens a whole new avenue that will be addressed in this or next story.
2A. Well, if it helps. I am planning on setting something up in Germany. Ever heard the story of Lauri Allan Törni? If you have plans on making such a character I'd highly recommend using him as a refrence as the new plan for the Scandivan countries is the
"Red" Winter War of 1935-41. (Like the Winter war of 39, Russia invades Finland but pushes West, Into Sweden and Norway. But seeing that's a bit away it might give you some ideas for new OC.)
2B. The leviathan? Yeah that does come to mind
2C. Was thinking Hopper from stranger things. (I can't help but imagine him driving his jeep back and forth over a Demogorgon when that song plays.)
2D. Most certainly. That or be impressed by the size of his cock. … I don't recall that. Which story was that?
2E. Nope. They were hired into the British SIS. Winston figured that her unique skills as an ex-Whitefang member would benefit the crown. Um, he is trying to convince parliament but… well kind of hard to when he is dealing with the fallout of being framed for a crime he didn't commit. (Give it till the 30's)
2F. Yes. Don't let her cross your path. So says the British Bulldog. (… oooohh I just picture a black kitten with a bow under a Bulldog with a bowler hat and Cuban now.)
2G. In story or out?
3. Will do
Thanks for writing Carre.
From Crimson Weresloth: Agreed
Thanks for writing Crimson Weresloth
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