The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen

[TheThan]

In the center of the room stands a tall, well-muscled man in a purple skintight body suit. His head is covered by the suit and a thin black mask masks his face. He wears a black two-gun cowboy gun belt with two ivory handled colt peacemakers riding in them. The buckle on his belt is silver and that of a skull. He also sports black western cowboy boots.

He stands with his feet shoulder length apart and his hands are folded over his broad chest, a stony look upon his masked face. There’s and old jungle saying “nobody summons the phantom”. Its clear that like many of the others, he did not really wish to be here.

The Phantom the mysterious masked man simply states. As if that had some significant meaning to those outside of the Bengalla jungle.

[Cracklord]

Van Helsing let out a slight gasp as the figure landed next to M, and his right hand went reflexively to his coat pocket. Taking control of himself he forced himself to relax, but eyed the figure balefully. Ignoring the purple clad man, he narrowed his eyes and took a step forward. then he stopped, and stared back at the figure who had been watching him. The man still hadn't moved. Van Helsing bared his teeth in grimace, and let his hands drop to his sides. "Well. Let us finish these introductions and depart. Time is of the essence. Unless M has anything else to say?"

[TheThan]

The Phantom
The Phantom nods at the newspaper resting on the coffee table in front of him. Where a rough sketch of the notorious spring heeled jack takes up the front-page headline.

The notorious Spring heeled jack I presume.

[Heliomance]

"Oh, indeed, indeed. I see my fame precedes me."

Jack gave a mocking bow to he Phantom.

[Jesse Drake]

Mary O'Keefe

Mary laughed at the two men exchanging pleasantries... They reminded her of the various alien species she encountered, and indeed, many others looked more "human" than those two. Then there was a hooded monster standing by the rail, a site rather odd, she assumes, to the people of earth. She came to realise that this may be a bit serious. Then again, she's didn't exactly spend the better half of her life chasing butterflies or having tea-parties.

[Blackjackg]

Hank eyes the increasingly bizarre company from under the brim of his weather-beaten bowler. He reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a plain wooden pipe and a sachet of tobacco. He proceeds to fill the pipe as the others continue their conversation and, without pausing to ask permission, strikes a match on his own shoe and lights the pipe.

As Van Helsing finishes suggesting that they should depart, Morgan shakes out the match and deposits it in a nearby vase. He takes a long, pensive puff. "If we're sharing rooms, I'm not staying with him, him, him, him," indicating Van Helsing, Jack, Jekyll and The Phantom each in turn with the thin end of his pipe, finally poking it over his shoulder at the Monster "or him."

[TheThan]

the Phantom

Fame? More like Infamy. It does proceed you though. However if we are to find answers we should be going, there is a ship bound for New York leaving within the hour. I suggest we be on it. It will take us a few weeks to arrive, by that time the trail will most like be cold by then. Unless our enigmatic host can offer us a faster mode of transportation.

[Perpetuum]

[[OOC: May I ask how The Phantom has come into possession of this knowledge?]]

[Cracklord]

"I distrust such means. Sometimes the simple is best. After all, we do not wist to attract any more attention then we already have." Van Helsing said slowly.

[TheThan]

[[OOC: May I ask how The Phantom has come into possession of this knowledge?]]

[OOC]

I’m assuming the Phantom’s alter ego has been in town long enough to have read a newspaper.
Or do you mean the bit about the boat?
Or the part about alternative transportation?

[Perpetuum]

[[OOC: Mostly the boat part.]]

[SilentNight]

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Taking Morpheus' spot if that's alright.

As if summoned by the goddess of irony in response to Van Helsing's comment, the room suddenly fills with the crackling of electricity, bolts going every which way, making hair stand on end and ear-drums scream. The bolts converge in the center of the room, culminating in a blinding flash. As the onlooker's eyes clear, a man in a tweed suit stands up, brushing himself off and wrestling his frazzled hair back into place. "You must excuse me," he says politely, "both for my lateness and for the unorthodox nature of my entrance. I am Nikola Tesla, inventor. What you just observed was a prototype of my newest device, the electric particle transporter. It's gotten to the point where the teleported object appears in one piece, although it definitely has a few kinks." He holds up his left hand, on which the fingers go thumb, pinky, index finger, middle finger ring finger. "My apologies again but I believe my services are requested for some matter. A burglary perhaps?"

[Cracklord]

Van Helsing looked at the man with considerable interest. The manner of his entrance alone was enough to warrant considerable interest, and his odd manner combined to surprise the Dutch doctor. Van Helsing breathed deeply, then nodded respectfully to Tesla, as one craftsman does another. He had read a little about the man, and had nothing but respect for the inventor.

[Corvond]

Jekyll had remained perfectly silent as everyone continued to introduce themselves occasionally uttering phrases such as "this is all a mistake!" and "preposterous!" which were ignored by all present. When Tesla appeared he started, then shivered nervously. "Please good people." He began his voice taking on a slightly wheedling quality. " What do I have to offer you? I'm just an ordinary gentleman far removed from such distinguished persons such as yourselves. And in any case I see no possible benefit in it for me. With your leave gentleman." With that said he tucked his bag under his arm with a resolute movement and made ready to depart throwing nervous glances to all present seemingly worried that someone was going to stop him.

[Heliomance]

With a bound, Jack was in front of the door.

"Oh, but the fun's only just beginning. You must have been called here for a reason. Why so... serious?"

He grinned, in a way that was almost but not quite entirely unreassuring.

[ChronicLunacy]

Frankenstein's Monster

The figure at the railing above had turned his attention to Spring Heeled Jack when Nikola Tesla made his extravagant entrance. A stray bolt of lightning peeled up and out of the ball of electricity that heralded the scientist's entrance and struck the strange man dead center in the chest. Rather than fall, however, he merely grunted and shuffled back a half step. He made the motion into a turn to parallel Dr. Jekyll's course toward the door, long strides quickly overtaking the smaller man down below. Then, the trench-coated figure placed one hand on the rail and actually vaulted over it to land with a shuddering boom in front of the escaping, unfortunate, little man and consequently between him and Jack.

"Please, Doctor Jekyll. Rejoin the others." was all the incredibly tall, hooded figure said. His voice was baritone, felt as much as heard as the tone vibrated the sternum. He didn't seem to pay any attention to Jack just behind him, despite the clear threat presented by those claws.

[Heliomance]

Jack merely poked his head around from behind the monster, still grinning his unsettling grin.

[Cracklord]

Van Helsing had been watching the figure since he'd begun moving, and took this opportunity to walk up behind him. "Herr doctor, please show some restraint." He said, supremely contemptuous. With that he turned to the real source of his interest.
Not bothering to glance at Jack, he looked up, then down, then up again at the tall hooded figure. Running an eye over his massive frame, he noted with some appreciation the expert stitching, and with mounting shock the different tan lines and asymmetrical bumps on it's forehead and chest. His everpreasent scowl deepened until the old man was frightening to behold. Running a calloused hand through his thick grey hair he made a sucking noise then looked up at the figure, his blue eyes seeking out the monsters ones.
"I wondered what you were. I expected something rather different. You were built, created, weren't you. You were made this way." His voice was deep and gruff, yet quavery with some emotion that was difficult to place. Something like pity perhaps, but also a terrible anger and something else, something more complex. Quite unconsciously, his right arm moved into his pocket, rubbing his hands over something.

[Corvond]

Dr Jekyll stopped abruptly as though he had run into a wall. Opening his mouth then closing it a few times like a gaping fish, he blinked a few times and resumed fiddling with his cravat. "Umm... Well you see, I was..." He stuttered, then stopped, unsure of how to continue. At last he decided that honesty was the best policy, and began again. "I fail to see what this has to do with me. Your talk is all well and good sir but the facts remain facts; you have offered me nothing. Don't let me detain you." He said, tipping his hat with a confidence he did not feel, and began to walk round the monsters imposing bulk, which turned into a sidle and then a back-away-slowly as Jack leaned forward and leered again.
"I implore you good sir..." He tried weakly.

[Heliomance]

Jack shrugged at him. "There's gotta be something you can do that's special, or ya wouldn't be here. What've you got, hmm? Come on, it's not like you're as ugly as me an' Patchwork here. Don't be shy."

[Corvond]

Dr Jekyll recoiled as if struck, his hands waving in the air slightly as though trying to ward away some unseen blow. A look of absolute and total horror flashed across his face before he took a deep breath and began to regain some modicum of composure.
"No-nothing. I'm nobody special. Nobody at all." He said unconvincingly, glancing around as though afraid to see some figure watching him, then shuddered slightly as he realized that almost everyone in the room was watching him.
Turning back towards Jack he took another step back. "Nothing to interest you, I should think." He said, smiling weakly and holding his hands open, doing his best to pacify the man in front of him.

[Heliomance]

Jack mimicked the gesture, holding his hands up flat in what, on anyone else, would be a peacable gesture. The effect was rather spoiled by the long blades on his fingers, however.

"Hey, hey, hey! There's no need to get jumpy. You got me curious now. What's so horrifying that you can't tell good ol' Jack, hmm?"

[SilentNight]

"Yes, please," Tesla says off-handedly, "I've only just arrived." Not paying Jekyll much more notice, he puts on a pair of white gloves. Going over to the coffee table, he gingerly pours himself a cup, using as few fingers as possible. He proceeds then, not to drink, but to merely inhale the aroma of the beverage for a few minutes. Coming back, he turns to the man in black, "The phantom I presume? A pleasure."

[Jesse Drake]

Mary O'Keefe

"N-N-Nikola Tesla! Oh My Stars!" Mary ran and was jumping like a school girl. True, she remembered very little from earth, but men of knowledge, like Van Helsing and Tesla, she knew a little more. But seeing them, especially Tesla. "Oh, what an amazing apparatus, we'll have to compare notes sometime... My mother and uncle would not stop raving about you. They read me your studies for bedtime stories."- along with tales of their journeys, but Mary knew it was best to keep as much of the future secret. But the inventions this man had under his belt were outstanding. If anyone would know about Tessaracts, it would be him.

[ChronicLunacy]

Frankenstein's Monster

"I was not born as you were, no." Frankenstein's Monster said, his mismatched eyes searching Van Helsing's before focusing on whatever he was fiddling with inside of his coat. "I frighten you, don't I, Herr Doctor?" he rumbled, then continued in German. "<Creature, they call me. Monster. Abomination before God.>" he took a menacing step forward. His large, black-nailed hands, thus far held loosely at his sides, reached up slowly to his collar and flicked the hood back from his head, revealing the scarred, stitched-together countenance of Frankenstein's creation to the light.

The creature was not as Hollywood would later describe. He was more or less a man, despite the stitching and the immenseness of his frame, but he didn't move in a lurching, zombie-like fashion, nor groan like a stupid oaf. No bolts marked the sides of his neck. In fact, he showed quite a capacity for language, transitioning from English to German while maintaining a nearly a native-speaker's accent for both. But there was a darkness to those mismatched eyes. They were full of suspicion, anger; accusatory. He seemed to wait for Van Helsing to draw a pistol or a cross on him.

[TheThan]

The Phantom

As if summoned by the goddess of irony in response to Van Helsing's comment, the room suddenly fills with the crackling of electricity, bolts going every which way, making hair stand on end and ear-drums scream. The bolts converge in the center of the room, culminating in a blinding flash. As the onlooker's eyes clear, a man in a tweed suit stands up, brushing himself off and wrestling his frazzled hair back into place. "You must excuse me," he says politely, "both for my lateness and for the unorthodox nature of my entrance. I am Nikola Tesla, inventor. What you just observed was a prototype of my newest device, the electric particle transporter. It's gotten to the point where the teleported object appears in one piece, although it definitely has a few kinks." He holds up his left hand, on which the fingers go thumb, pinky, index finger, middle finger ring finger. "My apologies again but I believe my services are requested for some matter. A burglary perhaps?"

At the flash of light behind him, the phantom spins around and drops into a low “gunfighter” stance; His hands instinctively reaching for the colts at his sides. After Tesla’s introduction the phantom slowly straightens and sets the guns back in to their resting places.

"Yes, please," Tesla says off-handedly, "I've only just arrived." Not paying Jekyll much more notice, he puts on a pair of white gloves. Going over to the coffee table, he gingerly pours himself a cup, using as few fingers as possible. He proceeds then, not to drink, but to merely inhale the aroma of the beverage for a few minutes. Coming back, he turns to the man in black, "The phantom I presume? A pleasure."

The phantom nods his acknowledgment and simply says,
likewise, doctor Tesla.
When the strange pigtailed girl jumps upon Tesla, the Phantom takes a step back and a slight smirk creeps onto his masked face.

[Djinn_in_Tonic]

The door swings open, and tall, thin man of a most unusual appearance steps quickly inside, brushing the last of some sort of chemical substance from his coat. His face is sharp and angular, dominated by a well defined jaw and a prominent hawkish nose. In an instant, his bright, intelligent eyes sweep over the assembly before finally coming to rest on the obviously enthused Miss O'Keefe. He smiles at her antics, then turns quickly to M, speaking quite sharply about something which, given the timing of his arrival, he can't possibly know anything about.

"So the book is real? How singularly interesting."

With that, he throws himself at the nearest chair, draping his body neatly over it.

"Elementary, really. Regardless, kindly forgive my rather tardy arrival: I am conducting a series of tests on a new chemical that may prove invaluable in the detection of otherwise imperceptible bloodstains, and was rather loathe to leave my workbench until the sample had finished decanting. Now, someone tell me exactly what is going on, as I know nothing aside from that which can be deduced from those assembled here."

[SilentNight]

At the explosion from Mary, Tesal gives a start, spilling the still un-drunk coffee on his jacket. Cursing he immediately removes it, placing it on the nearby chair. As the woman bounds over, Tesla initially recoils from the invasion of his personal space but after taking a step back gives a rare smile to find an appreciator of his work. "I'm flattered Miss......" he pauses awkwardly. "Who are your mother and uncle if I may enquire? My studies are not very wide-spread, I may have made their aquaintence."

[Cracklord]

Van Helsing continued to stare at his mismatched eyes. There was a hard light in his eyes, but no fear. Van Helsing had never feared anything, surprise was the closest he could feel. Even if the monster had attacked him, the doctor would not have backed down. Something in his nature would not let him. Taking a step forward until the monster war almost in arms reach, he took his hand out of his pocket, revealing the bible he had been clutching. "Who did this? Who made you this way?" He growled, his rage making him sound more inhuman then the monster did.
In truth, Van Helsing did not know what he felt. He had always said that everyone was one of gods children, equal in his eyes, regardless of race or creed, and only by there actions did they serve to change his opinion. But that belief was being tested to the utmost by the... the thing infront of him. He loathed the inhuman, those to terrified to accept judgement, to go on being human and to one day die, but was that what this was? Or was it a simple victim of circumstance? Was it truly alive, did it have a soul, or was it no more real then a character in a book, a simple series of illusionary perceptions. The rage he felt was directed mostly at the creator, but a certain uncharitable disgust remained, not letting itself be overcome. And the scientist in him was afire with a strange, morbid curiosity.
He felt over aware of the heavy flintlock pistol in his back-pocket, and part of him itched for it. But he doubted such conventional means would do any good. So instead he stepped forward again until he was almost face to face with the monster, and said slowly "You call yourself a monster, but what are you? You seem capable enough of self reflection. Look beyond you form, examine your feelings and actions, and tell me, what are you? A man? A monster? A thing? What?" He asked, his voice falling into the habitual patterns of a priest.

[Jesse Drake]

Mary O'Keefe

Mary looks at the strange man and says "My mother and father were Margaret and Calvin O'Keefe, but I'm sure you don't know of them... But the Murry line have been scientists for a while."