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“That sounds reasonable,” Nathaniel remarked, keeping his eyes on the road. I’m glad to see he has some level of common sense, he thought acerbically to himself. Before this turn of events, he had been fortunate enough to avoid the attention of the... upper echelons of the new government, as it were. Hopefully I can return to that state. Though this Mr. Griffin doesn’t seem the sort to let any tool go. He shrugged mentally. Well, time will tell. “Do not fret,” and all that.

He switched on the radio and tuned to the Oldies station, keeping the volume low enough to allow for conversation.

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Unlocking the car, Nathaniel slid into the driver’s seat, stowing his bag behind his seat before turning on the car as Stewie got in the passenger seat. “So,” he said as they pulled out into the Boston traffic, “you’ll be acting as a student, part-time worker at a museum. Let’s fix our narrative on that now, so we don’t fumble it when talking to this CarlyleSalesman77 person. And we’d best avoid sharing the knife hilt unless we have to,” he added. “There’s something vaguely otherworldly about that, so the fewer we expose to it, the better.”

Stewie sighed through his nose, as he instantly became a bit bored like the typical teenager upon potentially sitting in a car for awhile. He hmm’ed, as he studied the Boston city a bit, as he thought on what to say, or present, to the other. ‘’My major’s in archaeology… Due to my intense interest in such a subject, I tend to come across paranormal, or stranger items once in awhile. I…’’ He paused, thinking on the next bit now. 

‘‘…Had first came across it briefly in my museum work. Again, due to my passion of archaeology… I’ve been drawn to the item, or what information I could find out about it.’‘ 

He nodded, noting what the other had said about the object. ‘’Obviously– its strange nature indicates it shouldn’t be passed around, agreed.’’

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Unlocking the car, Nathaniel slid into the driver’s seat, stowing his bag behind his seat before turning on the car as Stewie got in the passenger seat. “So,” he said as they pulled out into the Boston traffic, “you’ll be acting as a student, part-time worker at a museum. Let’s fix our narrative on that now, so we don’t fumble it when talking to this CarlyleSalesman77 person. And we’d best avoid sharing the knife hilt unless we have to,” he added. “There’s something vaguely otherworldly about that, so the fewer we expose to it, the better.”

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Nathaniel shook his head. “Not at all, you can borrow it,” he replied, straightening up as his wards activated. “No that the place is safe, we can head out. Probably best if we take the one car—showing up in a cavalcade isn’t exactly subtle.” Pulling on a coat, he shouldered his backpack and left through the back door, leading the way to a modest four-door sedan parked out behind the building. It had a few dents and dings, but seemed serviceable enough.

First, the teenager fixed up his features, making them slightly less discernible, making sure to tweak his ears and face a little bit. he roughened up his hair a little bit, disturbed and not used to it being completely neat like he always had it. I’ll be able to fix it just fine later– he reminded himself, now tugging on his tie to take it off. He stuffed it into the inner lining of his blazer, before moving to grab the hat from nearby– plopping it precisely onto his head in a somewhat messy fashion. if he were to act like a younger adult, he’d at least have to look a bit off compared to his neat self. 

He promptly then followed his companion, checking his phone for any messages before he halted to wait for Nathaniel to unlock it. 

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Nathaniel looked up from at the knock on the door. “Coming!” he called, making his way around the desk in the back of the office. He opened the door, his blue eyes regarding the woman on his doorstep for a brief moment before he smiled. "Come in, come in,” he said, stepping aside and gesturing for her to enter with his hand. “How can I help you?” At five foot eight, with a slight build and thin-rimmed, rectangular glasses, he was hardly imposing, even without the friendly smile.

Past the doorway was a moderately sized office, the back wall covered almost entirely by a massive bookshelf, with only a single door in the center. A few books and papers lie haphazardly on the surface of a large oak desk, situated in front of the bookshelf with two cushioned chairs in front of it. A small desk with a modest computer monitor occupied one back corner, while the other held two more cushioned chairs.

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Faye looked at the area and walked to the building that she had been advised to go to . A local private investigator . when the police cant solve your issue people go to the PI and the police she was working with were bloody imbeciels so she went to his door an knocked hoping for an answer , and hopefully find the answers as well

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Nathaniel shook his head. “Not at all, you can borrow it,” he replied, straightening up as his wards activated. “Now that the place is safe, we can head out. Probably best if we take the one car—showing up in a cavalcade isn’t exactly subtle.” Pulling on a coat, he shouldered his backpack and left through the back door, leading the way to a modest four-door sedan parked out behind the building. It had a few dents and dings, but seemed serviceable enough.

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Nathaniel’s eyebrows rose. “Thelema? Certainly an interesting choice. Definitely a safe one, at the least.” Good grief, does he have any idea how pretentious that sounds? he thought. “Deep knowledge of things?” Really? “In any case,” he went on, firmly suppressing the laugh that threatened to bubble up in his throat, “I’ve got the disguise kit here, you can get yourself fixed up while I double-check my security system and a few other things.”

Handing the kit to Stewie, Nathaniel walked over to a standard home security console. Tapping a couple of the buttons, he nodded to himself. Forming the Voorish Sign with one hand, hidden from Stewie by the angle, he recited his wards’ activation phrase, pitched low to hide the words: “H’harrashk ng’ngarru sh’hlaii ngau, vshtraai ph’hauur kai.”

((OOC: Unless Stewie has exceptionally good hearing, he probably wouldn’t have heard much, if any, of the incantation, but he’d probably be able to get at least a feel for the rhythmic, ritualistic feel of the words—Nathaniel does his best to keep this knowledge from falling too easily into the wrong hands, but it’s impossible to hide the fact that something’s going on))

Stewie nodded, knowing it would be a good enough set of beliefs, nevertheless.

Oh, if he had heard that laugh…. things would not look pretty in that office anymore. Blood would probably be everywhere. 

He took the disguise kit, looking a bit in it, before raising an eyebrow over to the investigator, wondering just what the other was doing. How odd… Something unsettling perhaps about Nathaniel? 

He shoved to the back of his mind, as he searched further in the kit, digging out some fake ear related goodies, as well as a beard and a mustache. 

‘‘Hmmm….. I think a hat would complete it.’‘ He muttered, looking around, his eyes latching onto one of Nathaniel’s across the room. 

‘‘Are you going to use that hat by any chance?’‘

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Nathaniel’s eyebrows rose. “Thelema? Certainly an interesting choice. Definitely a safe one, at the least.” Good grief, does he have any idea how pretentious that sounds? he thought. “Deep knowledge of things?” Really? “In any case,” he went on, firmly suppressing the laugh that threatened to bubble up in his throat, “I’ve got the disguise kit here, you can get yourself fixed up while I double-check my security system and a few other things.”

Handing the kit to Stewie, Nathaniel walked over to a standard home security console. Tapping a couple of the buttons, he nodded to himself. Forming the Voorish Sign with one hand, hidden from Stewie by the angle, he recited his wards’ activation phrase, pitched low to hide the words: “H’harrashk ng’ngarru sh’hlaii ngau, vshtraai ph’hauur kai.”

((OOC: Unless Stewie has exceptionally good hearing, he probably wouldn’t have heard much, if any, of the incantation, but he’d probably be able to get at least a feel for the rhythmic, ritualistic feel of the words—Nathaniel does his best to keep this knowledge from falling too easily into the wrong hands, but it’s impossible to hide the fact that something’s going on))

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Making his way quickly down to the cellar, Nathaniel grabbed a small bag of necessities that he kept packed. Stuffing it into a backpack, he crossed the room to a large plastic bin, from which he pulled out two three-ring binders and a small leather-bound volume���his copy of the Liver Ivonis, excerpts from d’Auvrille’s translation of The Book of Iod, and his copy of Prinn’s De Vermis Mysteriis. Securing them in a leather satchel before storing that in the backpack, he then grabbed a small set of vials in a leather carrier. Looking around to make sure he hadn’t forgotten anything else, he grabbed a heavy coat, a hat, and his disguise kit before making his way up the stairs.

Opening the door to the cellar, he saw Stewie standing in the living room, casually reading through von Auttenberg’s Libro Incantationum et Invocationem. Well, he thought with a mental sigh, at least the really dangerous books are safely downstairs… and in my backpack, he amended. Best be extra careful with them. Closing the door a little more loudly than necessary, he gave a brief, tight smile to Stewie, hefting the disguise kit. “Decided on a cover story?” he asked.

((OOC: The book itself is a grimoire of sorts, though there are a few Post-It notes with terse notes in what is presumably Nathaniel’s handwriting—things like, “sound reasoning but flawed premise,” or “blatant plagiarism of ibn Schacabao without any actual grounding.” The spells are all presented with Latin incantations.))

Stewie found it utterly fascinating– his views having been agnostic despite the slight odd paranormal occurrences when he had been younger. There had to be more to what he had experienced, not being convinced on anything definite. 

He wondered if any of these would work– a couple of Invocations very interesting. He had to chuckle at some of Nathaniel’s notes. 

Seems like he’s a bit of a skeptic himself.

With the noise, the teenager looked up briefly before finishing a sentence on the page, then looked back up. 

‘‘….Hm. Getting influence from this book, I think I got a rough idea so far. Due to my younger age but deep knowledge of things, I think I could pass as a college student of sorts. Also, a researcher of the Magickal Arts. Perhaps a Thelema student or something. Part time work at a museum.’‘

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Making his way quickly down to the cellar, Nathaniel grabbed a small bag of necessities that he kept packed. Stuffing it into a backpack, he crossed the room to a large plastic bin, from which he pulled out two three-ring binders and a small leather-bound volume—his copy of the Liver Ivonis, excerpts from d’Auvrille’s translation of The Book of Iod, and his copy of Prinn’s De Vermis Mysteriis. Securing them in a leather satchel before storing that in the backpack, he then grabbed a small set of vials in a leather carrier. Looking around to make sure he hadn’t forgotten anything else, he grabbed a heavy coat, a hat, and his disguise kit before making his way up the stairs.

Opening the door to the cellar, he saw Stewie standing in the living room, casually reading through von Auttenberg’s Libro Incantationum et Invocationem. Well, he thought with a mental sigh, at least the really dangerous books are safely downstairs... and in my backpack, he amended. Best be extra careful with them. Closing the door a little more loudly than necessary, he gave a brief, tight smile to Stewie, hefting the disguise kit. “Decided on a cover story?” he asked.

((OOC: The book itself is a grimoire of sorts, though there are a few Post-It notes with terse notes in what is presumably Nathaniel’s handwriting—things like, “sound reasoning but flawed premise,” or “blatant plagiarism of ibn Schacabao without any actual grounding.” The spells are all presented with Latin incantations.))

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Through the door, Stewie would see a small combination living and cooking area—a small kitchenette was barely visible in the very back, while a larger, carpeted living area dominated the rest of the room, between the office door and the kitchenette. The walls of the carpeted area were covered in bookshelves, with a smattering of titles in English, Arabic, Latin, and German—most were too far to make out clearly, but he could see C. S. Lewis’s Weight of Glory, Chesterton’s The Man Who was Thursday, Chthonic Deities of Ancient Rome (Gagnier et al.), The Boundaries of Knowledge by Dr. Francis Whitaker, and Balbus’s Daemonia Elementorum.

Nathaniel nodded. “I’ll let you hash that out, then, while I get those supplies.” With a small, polite smile, he slipped out, closing the door behind him.

Does he LIVE here? 

The question shot quickly through the teenager’s mind  as he saw some things within the room within his eyesight. 

Stewie huffed, wondering how long the fellow would be gone. His eyes travelled over the literature that sat before him– Oh, what an absolute treat. He was always a sucker for such a thing, and for it to be so readily available… He looked, trying to decide on what to grab first, out of curiosity. 

Without a second thought, he plucked one of the Latin books, starting to flip through it, then eventually starting somewhere near the beginning. 

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Through the door, Stewie would see a small combination living and cooking area—a small kitchenette was barely visible in the very back, while a larger, carpeted living area dominated the rest of the room, between the office door and the kitchenette. The walls of the carpeted area were covered in bookshelves, with a smattering of titles in English, Arabic, Latin, and German—most were too far to make out clearly, but he could see C. S. Lewis's Weight of Glory, Chesterton's The Man Who was Thursday, Chthonic Deities of Ancient Rome (Gagnier et al.), The Boundaries of Knowledge by Dr. Francis Whitaker, and Balbus's Daemonia Elementorum.

Nathaniel nodded. “I’ll let you hash that out, then, while I get those supplies.” With a small, polite smile, he slipped out, closing the door behind him.

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Nathaniel nodded. “We can’t really investigate surreptitiously when you’re sticking out like a sore thumb as the leader of the world—such as it is. Better to pose as someone else interested in the situation.” He nodded toward the knife hilt. “Maybe some sort of collector who found it and is trying to determine the provenance of the artifact.”

He moved to the door behind the desk. “In any case,” he went on, opening the door to reveal a small living area in the back, “I’ll be back in a just a few minutes with the supplies.”

Stewie fiddled a bit with his blazer, runni8ng his fingers over the one side. ‘’….Right. Might be able to get away with my suit, I don’t know…’’ He mused, as he tilted his self to see within the living quarters to see what was in there. 

‘‘Could be multiple possibilities on how to look…. Acting should be easy-peasy for the part.’‘

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Nathaniel nodded. “We can’t really investigate surreptitiously when you’re sticking out like a sore thumb as the leader of the world—such as it is. Better to pose as someone else interested in the situation.” He nodded toward the knife hilt. “Maybe some sort of collector who found it and is trying to determine the provenance of the artifact.”

He moved to the door behind the desk. “In any case,” he went on, opening the door to reveal a small living area in the back, “I’ll be back in a just a few minutes with the supplies.”

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Nathaniel nodded. “A bit out of the way, but certainly doable.“ He stood, gathering up his notes and tucking the pad in his shirt pocket, under his grey and black sweater vest. “Let me just grab a few items from the back…” He looked at Stewie appraisingly for a few moments, then gave a small nod, as if to himself. “Definitely a few items,” he continued. “Do you have any experience with latex appliqués or other disguise paraphernalia?”

Stewie snorted, grinning a bit. ‘’Oh, now that takes me way back, yes, yes…. I do, in fact.’’ He let his mind flash back to some of the more crazier moments with such things. ‘’….What were you thinking?’’

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Nathaniel nodded. “A bit out of the way, but certainly doable." He stood, gathering up his notes and tucking the pad in his shirt pocket, under his grey and black sweater vest. “Let me just grab a few items from the back...” He looked at Stewie appraisingly for a few moments, then gave a small nod, as if to himself. “Definitely a few items,” he continued. “Do you have any experience with latex appliqués or other disguise paraphernalia?”

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“Perhaps. And, look,” Nathaniel pointed to the screen. “CarlyleSalesman77, spelled as the name was in the diary. And the same expedition mentioned in the other.” He opened the user profile in another tab. “Could be a descendant, or a history buff with a fascination. Any number of possibilities.”

Copying the user’s email, he opened another window and ran a Spokeo search for the email. “Best to keep this on the down-low as much as we can,” he remarked idly. “No sense… ah, here we go.” He pulled a small steno-lined pad from the draw and quickly jotted down a name, address, and phone number. “So many people don’t realize just how easy it can be to get personal information like this, if you do just a little bit of digging.” Jotting down a couple of other alternate emails and some more info, he closed the tab.

‘‘Spelled the same…. Oh, that’s one hell of a coincidence.’‘ Stewie chuckled. ‘’A solid lead, no doubt.’’ 

He shook his head, immediately disagreeing. ‘’I’m going to go on a whim and say they’re potentially involved. If they are, they are being rather open about it, however. Impulsive, I say. Which isn’t out of the realm of possibility..’’

He nodded, amused greatly by that. ‘’That or that their information is so easily find-able through hacking. Alot of people don’t bother encrypting their information at ALL, then they wonder why they’ve gotten into a prediciment, like suffering from a stalker, or the sort.’’ 

He hummed, looking at the paper the investigator wrote on. 

‘‘Is that not just a few towns over from here?’‘

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“Perhaps. And, look,” Nathaniel pointed to the screen. “CarlyleSalesman77, spelled as the name was in the diary. And the same expedition mentioned in the other.” He opened the user profile in another tab. “Could be a descendant, or a history buff with a fascination. Any number of possibilities.”

Copying the user’s email, he opened another window and ran a Spokeo search for the email. “Best to keep this on the down-low as much as we can,” he remarked idly. “No sense... ah, here we go.” He pulled a small steno-lined pad from the draw and quickly jotted down a name, address, and phone number. “So many people don’t realize just how easy it can be to get personal information like this, if you do just a little bit of digging.” Jotting down a couple of other alternate emails and some more info, he closed the tab.

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Nathaniel shook his head at Stewie’s question as he opened up the first result of his search. “Never saw the need—more a risk than a help, honestly.” Giving the teenager his business email, Nathaniel plugged the digital camera into the computer and started transferring his own files.

After the files had been sent and copied, Nathaniel submitted the first image to the search. “Well, that is interesting. ‘Signs of Civilization in Tsavo National Park,’” he read from one of the results. He scrolled through a few other such articles, then paused. “And of course some crackpot theory site has lit on it.” Right-clicking on the link, he opened it in a new tab. “Let’s see what they’re saying here… usual claims of alien involvement, claims of ‘the true origin of humanity,’ yadda yadda yadda… standard stuff, unfortunately.”

He shrugged, switching back to the search results window. “And a message board thread, probably also rife with…” he trailed off as he started to read the new page. “Well, now, that’s peculiar. Someone named ‘CarlyleSalesman77′ is saying that maybe now the ‘great Carlyle Expedition Mystery’ will be solved.” He looked up. “Rather an odd coincidence, isn’t it?”

‘‘A….risk?’‘ Stewie said in an unbelievable tone, as he continued to look around the office, before refocusing his attention, now shuffling back to behind Nathaniel as the other looked at the screen. 

‘‘Oh, very interesting indeed…’‘ He muttered, reading what the user had said. 

‘‘Sounds like he could involved in all of this non-sense.Sometimes users of these forums will have a location in their profile. Right click it and open a new tab. Seems like we could potentially be dealing with cultists, which could seem to be an interesting time to say the least. We must as well act interested and ask them as well about what they mean, either through a reply of a private message.’‘

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Nathaniel shook his head at Stewie’s question as he opened up the first result of his search. “Never saw the need—more a risk than a help, honestly.” Giving the teenager his business email, Nathaniel plugged the digital camera into the computer and started transferring his own files.

After the files had been sent and copied, Nathaniel submitted the first image to the search. “Well, that is interesting. ‘Signs of Civilization in Tsavo National Park,’” he read from one of the results. He scrolled through a few other such articles, then paused. “And of course some crackpot theory site has lit on it.” Right-clicking on the link, he opened it in a new tab. “Let’s see what they’re saying here... usual claims of alien involvement, claims of ‘the true origin of humanity,’ yadda yadda yadda... standard stuff, unfortunately.”

He shrugged, switching back to the search results window. “And a message board thread, probably also rife with...” he trailed off as he started to read the new page. “Well, now, that’s peculiar. Someone named ‘CarlyleSalesman77′ is saying that maybe now the ‘great Carlyle Expedition Mystery’ will be solved.” He looked up. “Rather an odd coincidence, isn’t it?”

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“If you can walk me through the steps, that would probably be better,” Nathaniel replied after a brief pause. He opened a drawer and pulled out a simple digital camera, snapping a couple of photos of the symbol. “Hopefully some photographs will suffice.”

Sitting down at the computer, he opened a new Firefox window and started to type “reverse image search” in the Google search bar.

Stewie huffed, watching the man. ‘’Cute, aren’t you?’’ He quipped, upon the rejection of his more hand’s-on approach. ‘’….Any bloody time now. ….Do you know how to press enter?’’

He scanned the room carefully, as he picked up the photos. He lifted an eyebrow, moving towards one pile of things, lifting it up for a brief moment, then looked elsewhere. ‘’…..You don’t even have a scanner?’’ 

With a swift movement, the teenager dug out his phone, taking pictures of the symbol carefully. ‘’Pray tell, do you have an email account, so we can get it onto your computer?’’

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“If you can walk me through the steps, that would probably be better,” Nathaniel replied after a brief pause. He opened a drawer and pulled out a simple digital camera, snapping a couple of photos of the symbol. “Hopefully some photographs will suffice.”

Sitting down at the computer, he opened a new Firefox window and started to type “reverse image search” in the Google search bar.

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“Reverse image search?” Nathaniel raised his eyebrows, looking up from his musing. “I don’t think I’ve ever used that before.” A corner of his mouth lifted in a sheepish expression. “Truth be told, I’m not exactly comfortable with some of the newer tech.” His brow furrowed and he looked back at the diary, lost in thought again. “Where the blazes have I seen that name before…”

Stewie rolled his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. 

Probably couldn’t even use the GPS in his car, I bet.

‘‘Someone’s slow…’‘ He said quite clearly, letting his thoughts exactly be known. He had been about to pick up a book before he drew his attention elsewhere, towards the computer on the desk. ‘‘….Granted, some of these technologies are quite ridiculous these days, though nothing I haven’t seen before. I’ve had my alone time to build multiple things.’‘ 

He made a motion towards the other to move out of his way. 

‘‘I’ll show you.’‘

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“Reverse image search?” Nathaniel raised his eyebrows, looking up from his musing. “I don’t think I’ve ever used that before.” A corner of his mouth lifted in a sheepish expression. “Truth be told, I’m not exactly comfortable with some of the newer tech.” His brow furrowed and he looked back at the diary, lost in thought again. “Where the blazes have I seen that name before...”

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Nathaniel took the journal, turning to the start. “A Mister Clarence Lawson. Hmm.” He flipped through a few pages, pausing as a strange symbol caught his eye on one page. “Well, that’s interesting.” He laid the journal down on the table, turned to a page near the start. “That’s a very peculiar symbol… it says here it was found on a murdered man—disemboweled, with the symbol carved in his head. A Mr. Jackson Elias, whose focus was death cults.”

“And it says earlier… well, now, that’s interesting…” Nathaniel trailed off, rubbing at his chin pensively.

‘‘What the devil….’‘ Stewie murmured underneath as he stared at the symbol as Nathaniel laid it back onto his desk. The teenager flipped the book around so he could see it as well. ‘‘…..What a peculiar symbol indeed…’‘ 

He chuckled a bit darkly, upon hearing the next bit from the other. 

‘‘How ironic. I find something of occult related, and it has to do with death.’’ 

He tapped the symbol. ‘’….What’s even more strange is I have had tried to a reverse Image search on the internet for this symbol. I dare say, do it for yourself and see what comes up.’’ He motioned to the computer.

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Nathaniel took the journal, turning to the start. “A Mister Clarence Lawson. Hmm.” He flipped through a few pages, pausing as a strange symbol caught his eye on one page. “Well, that’s interesting.” He laid the journal down on the table, turned to a page near the start. “That’s a very peculiar symbol... it says here it was found on a murdered man—disemboweled, with the symbol carved in his head. A Mr. Jackson Elias, whose focus was death cults.”

“And it says earlier... well, now, that’s interesting...” Nathaniel trailed off, rubbing at his chin pensively.

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“Underground?” Nathaniel raised an eyebrow, glancing to Stewie before resuming his examination of the artifact, walking over to his larger, main desk. “Buried, or was it somewhere in the excavations? And was there anything else in the area?” Setting the artifact down on the desk, he moved to the bookshelf, scanning the shelves for a moment before pulling down a couple of books from the shelf behind him: an English translation of Gerhard Schrach’s Thinkers Ancient and Modern, Cities of Giants by Alexander Burnesson, and two books with titles in what looked to be Arabic.

Other books in the bookshelf included Heretics and Orthodoxy, both by G. K. Chesterton, a few novels by Sir Terry Pratchett, several works by C. S. Lewis, and an assortment of esoteric titles in English, Greek, German, and Arabic.

‘‘It had been simply buried, also next to something else….’‘

Stewie nodded, almost wanting to add a sarcastic remark, but resisted. He let his eyes travel up to the ceiling for a brief moment, as he recounted the day when it had happened–

‘‘There was… this strange journal. An odd…. dare I say, language? I myself couldn’t account for it, letting my mind scan through all the languages through the current world. I had consulted my head Librarian, and of my Library, but… nothing. Fucking nothing.’’ He spoke, now letting his eyes guide themselves over the the bookshelf. With a quick few steps, he went over to the bookshelf, curious. 

He continued as he stared and studied the different sort of books, ‘’My best guess it was something pre-dating Sumerian…’‘ He opened up his blazer a bit to pull out the journal, slapping it onto Nathaniel’s desk. 

‘‘This good fellow seemed to be accounting for events happening.’‘

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"Underground?” Nathaniel raised an eyebrow, glancing to Stewie before resuming his examination of the artifact, walking over to his larger, main desk. “Buried, or was it somewhere in the excavations? And was there anything else in the area?” Setting the artifact down on the desk, he moved to the bookshelf, scanning the shelves for a moment before pulling down a couple of books from the shelf behind him: an English translation of Gerhard Schrach’s Thinkers Ancient and Modern, Cities of Giants by Alexander Burnesson, and two books with titles in what looked to be Arabic.

Other books in the bookshelf included Heretics and Orthodoxy, both by G. K. Chesterton, a few novels by Sir Terry Pratchett, several works by C. S. Lewis, and an assortment of esoteric titles in English, Greek, German, and Arabic.

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Nathaniel managed to keep from rolling his eyes in exasperation at the boy’s posturing, turning his attention to the peculiar artifact. “Interesting,” he said, taking the proffered artifact and examining it. It looked rather like the hilt of some sort of knife, with half an inch of blade jutting beyond the cross-piece and the rest broken off. The hilt itself was gold, set with unidentifiable milky-white jewels on either side of the crosspiece.

Inlaid in silver on the pommel was a strange design: an Egyptian-style eye, above an inverted ankh. “That’s very interesting. There are some definite Egyptian influences, and it doesn’t look as if it’s a new piece—you can see from the cross-section here,” he pointed carefully at the jagged edge where the blade had broken, “there are visible grains in the steel. It’s not as uniform as modern steel, though it’s also an incredibly dark sort of metal. Where did you find it?”

Stewie narrowed his eyes, thinking the other would refute, but apparently not. 

Good. He knows how to keep QUIET.

‘‘Egyptian…’‘ He muttered, the British tone curious upon listening to what Nathaniel had to say. ‘‘One of my men found it last week. We had tried to do research, but apparently it seems to be of unknown knowledge… Or that people have had not had good times with it, in the past. Not cursed, per say, but… very strange.’’ A pause as he let it sink in for the other. 

‘‘Right when we were adding something onto my Estate…It had been underground.’‘

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Nathaniel managed to keep from rolling his eyes in exasperation at the boy’s posturing, turning his attention to the peculiar artifact. “Interesting,” he said, taking the proffered artifact and examining it. It looked rather like the hilt of some sort of knife, with half an inch of blade jutting beyond the cross-piece and the rest broken off. The hilt itself was gold, set with unidentifiable milky-white jewels on either side of the crosspiece.

Inlaid in silver on the pommel was a strange design: an Egyptian-style eye, above an inverted ankh. “That’s very interesting. There are some definite Egyptian influences, and it doesn’t look as if it’s a new piece—you can see from the cross-section here,” he pointed carefully at the jagged edge where the blade had broken, “there are visible grains in the steel. It’s not as uniform as modern steel, though it’s also an incredibly dark sort of metal. Where did you find it?”

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Nathaniel blinked in surprise, looking at the switchblade for a moment, then looking back at the teenager. Calm, Nathaniel, he thought to himself. “As I told your… employee,” he replied coolly, his blue eyes meeting Stewie’s gaze coldly, “I do not see any reason to be summoned when you are perfectly capable of meeting me here, where I can consult my own records. Furthermore,” he added, plucking the switchblade from the desk as he rose from his chair, “I do not see why I should jump to the orders of one who seeks to so arrogantly impose his order on the world, with little semblance of conscience or humility.” He closed the switchblade and handed it stiffly to Stewie.

“But, Mr. Griffin, now that you are here, what was the matter on which you desired my assistance?”

A lifted eyebrow, as Stewie listened to the far older man, narrowing his eyes reminding himself not to KILL the man right where he stood. 

‘‘You may have a good point for the first one, my good fellow– but your second belief might just end up you being killed.’’ He tried to say it calmly; he could already tell this was going to be a vastly ‘amusing’ working partnership. 

‘‘….I have several admirable traits, some even better than what previous leaders could aspire with. So…. who else would be a better fit than me, hmm?’‘ 

At last, calmed. Something to soothe himself. 

‘‘Now, if we are done….. YOU may be very interested in what I have.’‘ With a swift movement, he grabbed his switchblade, taking it back a bit roughly. He drew out the artifact, seemingly from nowhere. ‘‘THIS.’‘

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Nathaniel blinked in surprise, looking at the switchblade for a moment, then looking back at the teenager. Calm, Nathaniel, he thought to himself. “As I told your... employee,” he replied coolly, his blue eyes meeting Stewie’s gaze coldly, “I do not see any reason to be summoned when you are perfectly capable of meeting me here, where I can consult my own records. Furthermore,” he added, plucking the switchblade from the desk as he rose from his chair, “I do not see why I should jump to the orders of one who seeks to so arrogantly impose his order on the world, with little semblance of conscience or humility.” He closed the switchblade and handed it stiffly to Stewie.

“But, Mr. Griffin, now that you are here, what was the matter on which you desired my assistance?”

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The Dark One Cometh || Closed Starter

“Welcome!” Nathaniel said without looking up from his computer as bell over the door rang. “Half a moment, having some trouble with the blasted—ah, there we go.” He looked up at his guest. “How can I help you?”

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Pissed.

That was one particular emotion that was raging forth within the teenager’s blood, as he slammed the door wide open. 

Oh, the pure, selfish audacity–-

Raw anger flashed within Stewie’s vision as he let his eyes fall onto Nathaniel across the room. Hold back your anger, goddamn it…He seethed inwardly, knowing just how well he needed the private investigator for the task. 

‘‘Do you even…. bloody hell know who the FUCK you’re dealing with?’’ 

Pure ice– 

Within a flash, Stewie’s handy-dandy switchblade found itself buried within the nice, previously un-ruined polished wooden desk right on top, mere inches away from Nathaniel’s hand.