Meanings

Jp with mdman, Redsword, Jaxx, Trustno1, Lorem and Cindy

With each gentle touch of Alyssa’s hand producing a healing from within his body Choi was amazed at what the petite one could do. Her abilities were proving to be quite useful, especially for Yeong’s rash actions.

Choi held out a hand and gently took her into his. His face displayed sincerity. “Thank you for helping a Dragon. As an Illuminati, you could have left me to my fate. I appreciate it.”

Choi stood back on his feet. “Now what?” he asked. “Should we look about, to see if they were guarding anything in particular?”

"Let's check the ground and see if there are any tracks. Also; Look for anything that might have been dropped such as objects for rituals." Sartre would continue. "Nice work on the skeletons everyone. Interesting healing action there, Alyssa." said Sartre.

Agent Powers reloaded his shotgun while standing guard quietly as the others tended to their wounds. He kept his thoughts to himself for the time being. He scanned the area with his head lamp to see if anything remained from the skeletons or if any traps were triggered in the process. He then gave the team a smolder as he said, "I'll take watch while you check stuff out.”

Alyssa gave Yeong a small smile at his words, "No problem." The thought had never occurred to her to let the wounded Dragon continue to suffer. She was perhaps a little different than some or even most Illuminati because of that but it just wasn't Alyssa to be that way. Bickering with words was a long way from wanting someone to suffer. Still, she either couldn't or didn't want to put all of that into words. "Working together, kind of means helping each other out, doesn't it?" Her words were to Yeong, but were more directed at everyone.

"Thanks," The hacker responded to Peter's comment. Interesting? That could mean a lot of things, but Alyssa would just take it as a good thing. "I can help look." She was looking to tracks but keeping an eye out for anything else they might need to know about.

“Agreed!” Choi said to Alyssa. He pulled on his dobok, revealing the small holes left by the splintered bones. “Now I have a aerated dobok.” He grinned at his own joke.

Looking about, Choi searched for symbols. Perhaps those of the cult had etched into the walls, much as the old Templars used to do. Too bad there weren’t any Templars with them. They’d probably spot things like that quickly.

Walking through the left archway there was another tunnel leading to the left. The tunnel leads off at a 45-degree angle. The tunnel is black and dry, with less dust and dirt there is an alcove a little further some clothing catches the party's attention. With further inspection, it is filled with bones with more recent types of clothing mixed in with the bones and other personal items.

Between the two the entrance and the alcove a symbol. It would have been missed with everything going on. Sung pointed it out and looked in his notepad on his phone. It had several connections with the Warren, Carter, Florida, 1920 incident. The forensics Sung was working on was starting to come together. The upside-down pentagram with a flat circle in it. In the circle is a flam. Some runes on the inside of the five points.

With another pentagram on the ceiling of the entrance a little smaller and different markings.

"Does anyone have any idea what the symbols could mean? Have you seen them before Alyssa?." Sartre carried his MP5 as dust fell from the ceilings of the catacombs. "Someone was definitely having occult ceremonies down here," said Sartre.

Choi gazed upon the upside down pentagram. His lips tightened as he took on a more serious demeanor.

“This pentagram, being inverted,” Choi discussed, “suggests the idea of matter over spirit. I’ve seen it before. My mentor, Master Park, explained its meaning to me.”

He gazed to the one on the ceiling to try to discover the meaning of its difference.

Alyssa relayed the information about the Warren, Carter, Florida incident. Then started taking pics of the other symbols. "I'll run the others through the database and see what comes up."

She acknowledged what Yeong said and decided to keep that in mind and add it to whatever she discovered.

As the hacker was letting the database process everything, her eyes wandered around, glancing back over the ceiling, the walls. Wandering not far, just enough to see around a corner or two.

From the mysteries of the symbols yet to be decoded, came one that rang of familiarity. Lines curled into a swirling mass.

Alyssa's brow furled, for a moment caught in a glimpse of the past, then it was gone. Why she looked down, even the young woman could not say. A glimpse of silver caught her eye. Kneeling down, Alyssa quietly picked up a coin. An antique silver dollar, encased in a silver holder. Her mind kept repeating it was a coincidence, surely the back wouldn't.....but there it was - the inscription. MW - fortuna sua fortuna - SM. The coin hit the ground suddenly, with a soft clang. Alyssa just stared at it, as if she expected it to bite her.