The dead have come to the ‘burgh, and they aren’t alone. Ghosts are bad enough, but where the veil between life and death is thin, necromancers are sure to follow. Already we have bodies missing from morgues, and the defiling of graves. And because were in Pittsburgh, you can be sure if things are bad, they’ll only get worse.
Speaking of which, the harp & fiddle looks to be changing under new management. An odd mix of lonely hearts mixing with those seeking a little extra something to put a pep in their step. The amount of nose candy distributed tonight would make even a serious addict balk. It didn’t bother him though, so long as it was neutral grounds he felt perfectly safe, the concerns of the illegal drug trade hadn’t been a concern for him since February 14th, ‘29. He blinked, the sudden memory coming to him so easily, and then gone in a blink. ’My name was James, or was it Albert…’
One of the other patrons raised an eyebrow at him and smiled. ‘You okay, Jack? If you’re looking to forget, I got all kinds of things that can help you out.’ He looked up at the stranger. Jack, right, I am Jack. ‘Fade.’ he said in a stern voice, looking the man in the eye. The stranger, a small man looking all skin and bones with pale skin now that he really got a look at him, went glassy eyed, and left the building just as the club came in.
He knew most of them on sight, their names came and went, as did much of his memory. He knew them as the priest, showman, sheba, shiv, pug, tough, hinky, and snooper. They had been busy of late. Shiv, showman, and snooper had been checking out morgues, getting stonewalled more often than not. Hinky had been flying about with his boy, checking cemeteries. Pug had been trying to set up some sort of underground fight club, while tough, sheba, and the priest investigated vulcan’s old library. It appears they found something there.
He frowned, time was slipping away, he needed to warn them, but then as he stood up he felt suddenly odd; his ‘body’ kept walking, leaving the building and then he blinked. When he looked up it was in time to see two civilians open up and fire their chicago typewriters on him and the others in the warehouse, as two guys dressed like the fuzz watched.