[ Author’s Note: This is the log for the 10th session. Instead of posting your standard log of everything that happened during the session I will post “Then” and “Now” sections that summarize the story. The players will need to recall the details as to how it unfolded. This means that the players will be responsible for remembering any loose ends that may come back to haunt them in a later Episode. ]
Outside Of St Louis Cemetery #1, New Orleans, USA – July 6th, 2015 – Like most things that happened lately the call from the janitor at St Louis Cemetery #1 seemed a bit “odd”. The elderly worker claimed to have heard ghostly drum beats and seen several strange black men without shirts and face paint entering from one of the gates. Acting quickly the Detective Kazahiro Takashi grabbed his lightweight police windbreaker and headed out. When he got into his unmarked brown Crown Victoria a chill went down his back. Shaking his head and smiling Kaz revved the engine and headed towards the incident.
About a block away from the cemetery the New Orleans detective spotted 2 strange panel vans. Parking about a block away he shut down the engine and radioed in his position. After unbuckling his seat belt and checking his sidearm the Detective felt uneasy. Steadying his nerves Kazahiro wondered if he should ring MD. “Probably just some college kids with some alcohol,” he muttered. With a jolting crash the front windshield of his car shattered into a thousand tiny glass cubes! Covering his face Detective Takashi pulled his Glock releasing the safety. Standing on the roof of his car was a huge bare chested black man with his face painted like a skull. Acting on instinct the crackshot Detective fired four shots into the center of mass on the man. After bucking slightly the man turned with a smile and in a booming voice responded with, “HA! HA! HA! Such violence from such a little man!” With that the large Haitian man grabbed the small Japanese officer from the front of his jacket lapels and yanked him through the open front windshield as if he was a rag doll. The last thing the Kazahiro considered before blacking out was that maybe he should have called MD…
A Plush Study, New Orleans, USA – July 7th, 2015 – The morning sun peeked through the red velvet curtains bathing the wood paneled study in a soft warm glow. As the door slowly opens a female form wearing a plush bathrobe walks across room to a large wing-backed chair and takes a seat setting down a glass of tea on a nearby antique end-table. As she tucks up her feet a strong male voice comes from a large desk on the opposite side of the room, “So how did he do? I assume he failed miserably?” After taking a small sip the woman replies, “You were right. D’Arcy was short sighted. He did not setup his dolls before enacting his plan of summoning Marie Laveau. It was foolish to underestimate them. With each challenge they seem to become more of a team and less a collection of individual talent. It’s a shame because D’Arcy had potential and support to back it up.” The man continues but not before considering his words carefully, “The only encouraging news is that at least there is no fallout and apparently no connection back to us…at least for time being it appears that way.” She nods and continues in a lilting tone, “That true but your son and his friends will not stay quiet for long. Tenacity has proven to be one of their annoying strength…but we will not take their talents for granted as D’Arcy did. Planning will win this war for us my friend…just you wait and see…”