London in the 1840s. Technology and resurfing ancient powers clash with each other, and all kinds of people gather in the great city, to do research and solve mysteries. Amongst them is Leonard Valentin D'Angelo, a simple mailman who mainly delivers...
We had quite a lovely meal, missing two of our companions, as suddenly I saw a shadow pass by the window. Merely moments before we had heard a rumble above us, thus I was already on edge, and well, I do have the bad habit of catching street thieves during my routes, when I encounter them. So as if on command, my body sprinted towards the window, and out I went!
My senses blurred out anything that wasn't the dark figure fleeing me. It was as if I was a hunter, nay, a predator following my prey. There is this weird joy in letting your instincts take over, not having to think about your every move .It's freeing in a way. Well. At least it is until your prey jumps down a cliff and presumably dies...I still...I don't know how to feel about this dear Aphrodite. Sir McArthur assumes he was an assassin, and he jumped to safe the identity of his employer, but is it really so easy for people to give up their precious life? Quite disturbing to me, and I'll definitely not have any good dreams this night.
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Soon after the jump, I tuned back into reality and could hear footsteps. McArson was right behind me, asking out of breath "Where is he?" What was I supposed to say? "Oh yeah, he just jumped off the cliff and I am sort of traumatised, but hey let's take a look maybe?"...I just pointed at the blackness floating in the waters below. He looked about ready to jump in, but ultimately decided against it.
I told him the only thing I saw, i wasn't quite sure in that moment but it is clearer now. The man was wearing a stone bird mask. It was bizarre to say the least. On the way back, The Detective asked me where I learned running like that... I remembered back to all the dreams I had where I ran through the city, someone yelling "thief" not far away, clutching whatever I had snatched recently. My parents always told me I had all those dreams, because I played catch to much with my siblings. "I'm a mailman, I have to run fast" yeah, that's right. We also properly introduced ourselves, he is quite the gentleman!
When we came back, we decided to investigate the room the hooded figure had fled from. We passed by The Earl and Dr.Alexandrow, who were trying to get Johann to be (unwillingly) operated on (which, yet again, I can't believe how the Earl treats this poor man).Continuing on to the washing room the man had fled, McArson found A bit of black material which McArthur later identified as a feather (fits with the whole bird thing, I guess?) and we saw an open window on the opposite in the east wing...curious.
Shortly before turning in for the night, we heard another sound, of something hitting the ground outside. The detective andI went along one side of the house, while McArthur took the other side. Wefound the Earl, who had apparently fallen while on a nightly walk (Would it be mean to say he deserved it, Aphrodite?). He also showed us something curious hefound: A bed sheet with flecks of blood.I suggested maybe it was a women's blood (I have many sisters, these things happen), but alas we couldn't quite make out where it came from, and thus we went to bed.
