1936 - Pulp Heroes

[kirinke]

"Bastards," Elizabeth hisses, having tangled with them a time or two.... Marakesh for example. That nice little idol she snatched from under theirs and Belloq's nose now graced her father's private collection and made her smile in recollection. The look on that Frenchman's face when he woke up, trussed to a chair like the goon in front of her was priceless.

"If you print anything about this before I say you can, you will never work for any reputable newspaper again, nor will you ever be taken seriously, understand?" Elizabeth told the reporter calmly, knowing that if those goons were involved, no one would believe the reporter or his story. Putting the fear of god or the Nightshade name into him would save his hide. Maybe. If he was smart.

She grinned at the reporter. "On the other hand, if you 'play nice' like, you'll get the story of a lifetime, that is if you survive long enough to get it to print."

She turned to Jack and nodded. "Probably be best to take this guy with us, in case my father wants to talk to him." She said. "Check for cyanide pills in his mouth, wouldja, before he comes too. Mickey's haymaker's generally take more than one bucketfull of water to wake someone up."

Diplomancy.
New York Style.

 

[Voda Vosa]

The doctor shakes his head after Elizabet spoke.

 

[Mirth]

The doctor shakes his head after Elizabet spoke.

"Doctor, you might want to look this over and see if there's anything we need to know in it," Jack says and hands over Ivanov's journal. "Feel free to copy from it, examine it in depth and so on, but remember it's government property, so I'll need it back eventually."

 

[Voda Vosa]

"Very well, I shall look about it" Krindof says as he begins reading the journal

 

[Blackrat]

The thug comes to as Elizabeth throws the bucketfull of water in his face. He splutters a second before he manages to get intelligable words out. "Hey watch it doll!" He finally realizes the situation he's in and a look of horror creeps to his face. "Oh boy. I'm so gonna get a chicago overcoat for this brodie."

Lotka skims through the journal. Most of it is normal research notes from years ago but the last ten or so pages are written in some code you can't understand with many strange diagrams and few notes here and there that make no sense because you don't know what they point to. Only the last chapter is again written in russian:

I need to get the diamond to Dr. Murray. She knows more about these kind of things. But now off to meet Mr. Wallace. He's going to get a story of a lifetime. It seems the mine Mr. Quatermain found 50 years ago was only an outpost. The real mine is deeper in the jungle and full of treasures they couldn't even begin to imagine.

 

[kirinke]

"Depends on the answers you give us, pally." Elizabeth remarks cheerfully. "Now, who hired you to toss this cave and who are you anyways?"

 

[Voda Vosa]

"This is odd..." Lotka begins to say. "Maybe one of you can understand this diagrams and graphics, I can just understand this" and he read the paragraph in russian.

 

[kirinke]

ooc:
Actually, for the kind of lifestyle she normally leads outside of the 'dutiful daughter' routine she plays with her dad's business, she is pretty diplomatic. It's just her style of diplomancy isn't exactly suited for boardrooms. That'll change as they level hai?

 

[industrygothica]

Eddie chuckles a bit and blows off the broads idle threat. She obviously thinks she's more important than she is, and he wasn't in the mood to go bursting anyone's bubble at the moment; there were more important fish to fry.

He smiled as the Russian read the passage and said his name. "Hmm.. seems everyone wants to give me the story of a lifetime, eh?" He winks at Elizabeth and takes the diagrams from Lotka to see if maybe he recognizes something.

 

[kirinke]

Elizabeth shrugs. She tried to warn the guy. When he's done with the book, she'll give it a looksee.

ooc
Her russian is pretty good and her arcane lore isn't bad
knowledge history 6
knowledge arcane lore 6