1936 - Pulp Heroes

[kirinke]

double postie

 

[kirinke]

Elizabeth looked levelly at Lokta. "Doctor, Alexie worked for my father amongst other things. The cops have been bought off. Even though my father contacted some good ones, their hands are going to be tied at best, especially if the one's who are bought are higher up than they in the coppers roost. So, it behooves us to look into this, before the waters can be muddied even further."

 

[Voda Vosa]

Lotka Kirdov nods "And who is this father of yours, I assume he got big amounts of power as you speak of him, as you can notice by my accent, I am not from this country..."

 

[kirinke]

"Phaere Nightshade is my father doctor Lokta." Elizabeth replied, coolly, without a hint of boastfullness, as if it was simple fact. She was as much his agent as his daughter. Heck, at times, Mickey had more rank in the Guardians than she did, at least in certain situations.

 

[Voda Vosa]

"That gave me as much information as if you would say 'My father is my father'. Be more... accurate next time, lady. And its Doctor Kirdov." Lotka replied, as if he was speaking to one of his students.

 

[kirinke]

"Well, if you don't go with us, you'll never learn who he is, won't you?" she said wryly. "I'll give you this then. He is probably one of the wealthiest people in New York, if not the wealthiest and is head of Nightshade Industries. Does that explain things better?" she said with a smirk.

For Elizabeth. That's polite.

 

[DrZombie]

"You can count me in, lady. Didn't your dad sponser that Congo expedition of our late friend here?" John says.

 

[kirinke]

"I don't know. Probably. Dad has his fingers in alot of pie slices. I really don't keep track of his businesses. I'm usually hip deep in something I shouldn't be. Hence, Mickey." she nodded to her body guard. "He's there as back up and to keep me from getting myself killed." she grinned at the big Irish guy. "He's mostly successful at both."

 

[industrygothica]

"A Nightshade, huh? Swell," Eddie says with a quick grin. "So let's go get a look at his room."

 

[Voda Vosa]

"Wealthy and powerful, see, it was not so hard to say after all. You should have begin with that. Presumption is not a wise choice to make when you face strangers" the doctor says, hands crossed in his back, as he walk down the museum stairs.