What can I say? Not a lot happening in my real life. (Well, barring a dental appointment at the top of the hour.)
I say "at least his body" because the news item (from The Times, the real Times, the Times of London) is included in the Adventure! rulebook's section discussing an outfit called "the Order of Murder".
The Ordo Occisionis began, according to Whitley Styles' investigations (recorded in his journals), with a group of English noblemen who helped Anne Boleyn, and then Catherine Howard, fake their deaths and flee the country. After the French Revolution, their work became more complicated, but they managed. (Making contact with a Dr. West, possibly a counterpart of Herbert, helped; his work provided them with, for all practical purposes, cloning technology. And what purpose more practical than disposal?) As late as the 1920s, they were still helping the wealthy, powerful and desperate disappear. Some started new lives, or stepped into prearranged vacancies in old ones; others became prisoners of the Order.
Then again, in a sense, they were all prisoners of the Order. Sarah Gettel, the reporter I suspect of being Max Mercer's love-interest, met an old friend she'd thought was dead, a while after he availed himself of the Order's services. Now the Order was availing itself of Hans Kupperman's services, "his particular talents with pharmacology" being handy. "But we aren't dead," the man who now called himself "Walter" told Sarah as he parted ways with her. "We just wish we were."
(It is, of course, ridiculous for me to speculate that they were still around at the dawn of the Nova Age, and that they helped the man who became known in Proteus as "Director Ozaki" disappear one step ahead of the Nakato-gumi and the zaibatsu. It is equally ridiculous, and possibly an insult to his memory, for me to think that they helped fake the death of Slag so he could begin a career for Proteus, and that Hiram Goldberg was the "man of metal and bone" Eliot Mencken will see this fall.)
1923
[Adventure!] Prominent financier J. Ainge Lawoys, or at least his body, is found dead in London's Bushy Park in the wake of disarrayed funds at Lawoys Security.
I say "at least his body" because the news item (from The Times, the real Times, the Times of London) is included in the Adventure! rulebook's section discussing an outfit called "the Order of Murder".
The Ordo Occisionis began, according to Whitley Styles' investigations (recorded in his journals), with a group of English noblemen who helped Anne Boleyn, and then Catherine Howard, fake their deaths and flee the country. After the French Revolution, their work became more complicated, but they managed. (Making contact with a Dr. West, possibly a counterpart of Herbert, helped; his work provided them with, for all practical purposes, cloning technology. And what purpose more practical than disposal?) As late as the 1920s, they were still helping the wealthy, powerful and desperate disappear. Some started new lives, or stepped into prearranged vacancies in old ones; others became prisoners of the Order.
Then again, in a sense, they were all prisoners of the Order. Sarah Gettel, the reporter I suspect of being Max Mercer's love-interest, met an old friend she'd thought was dead, a while after he availed himself of the Order's services. Now the Order was availing itself of Hans Kupperman's services, "his particular talents with pharmacology" being handy. "But we aren't dead," the man who now called himself "Walter" told Sarah as he parted ways with her. "We just wish we were."
(It is, of course, ridiculous for me to speculate that they were still around at the dawn of the Nova Age, and that they helped the man who became known in Proteus as "Director Ozaki" disappear one step ahead of the Nakato-gumi and the zaibatsu. It is equally ridiculous, and possibly an insult to his memory, for me to think that they helped fake the death of Slag so he could begin a career for Proteus, and that Hiram Goldberg was the "man of metal and bone" Eliot Mencken will see this fall.)