1936 - Pulp Heroes

[industrygothica]

"Now mr Wallace. I know this seems like a big story to you, and I'm not going to try and forbid you to write about this. But I would suggest you use discretion when writing about my involment. I'd prefer you to refer to me rather as an Anonymous Source than by my name."

"It is not a true story until we know the end, Sir," Eddie says to the man. "Be assured that I will write nothing until I know the whole story; I'm not that kind of reporter. And your wishes will be honored without fail."

Eddie then turns to Elizabeth. "I've seen reality up close and personal, don't you worry about that. I should tell you though, that it appears that we're all in this together, as partners. I respect where you come from, but I'll not take orders... and any more of your little threats," he glances at her father as he says this, and then back to her, "could land you in more trouble than you intended. I'm sure your father knows my work. Trust me when I tell you I'm not the enemy here."

[sblock=ooc]Basically, he's tattling on her so that maybe Daddy will get her ego in check before we set off on this little adventure.[/sblock]

 

[kirinke]

Elizabeth smiled, but it was without humour. "Sometimes a healthy threat can save somebody's life. I didn't have time to explain myself and I didn't know you at all, so I went with the quick and dirty route. For which I don't apologize,"

Her expression turned grim. "And you don't know where I've come from Mr. Wallace. I've dealt with horrors you can't possibly imagine. Every granny story you've ever heard, every spooky tale you've ever read has a basis in truth. What you see every day is just a veil, a shadow of the dark reality underneath." she nodded to her father. "What we are, what we do is guard against that. I've been in training since I could crawl to deal with it."

She shoved up her blouse sleave, revealing a series of nasty scars resembling claw marks running down her arm. "That came from an animated skelleton, when I was fifteen." she let the blouse sleave fall down, concealing the scars. "I could show you more, but hay, you probably don't want to loose your dinner. Magic is real, goblins, vampires, trolls, dragons, demons are very real and not just something you read about in a story. In fact every fairy story you've ever heard was at one point based on an actual occurance, they just got garbled down through the centuries."

She laughed, but again it was without humor. "Once you've faced what a deranged Haitian necromancer can do to an orphanage of small children and lived with your sanity intact, then come back to me with the trouble you've promised to deal to me." she nodded to Mickey, who was there when it went down. They had both nearly lost their lives that time.

She folded her arms and smiled a little, this time with more warmth than before. "I have no problems taking orders or working with you, in fact most of the time Mickey has more rank than me. And personally, I could care less where anyone comes from or what their background is. I've learned from experience that scum can hide behind double-breasted silk suits and wealth, just as easily as it can hide behind a pair of patched and worn out trousers."

You can tell she's not lying, even if you're sceptical of were the scars came from, it's clear from the tone of her voice, her expression and the haunted look in her eyes that she's seen some pretty terrible things, and a little digging could net you the Haitian orphanage story. It was a big deal in the islands a coupla years back, even got some press in the states. It.... was nasty to say the least.

ooc
(The falling apart man incident mentioned earlier)

 

[Voda Vosa]

Lotka couldn't resist to laugh at the young lady. "My dear child, let me explain something to you. Though it can be possible that such things as... goblins and trolls to exist, it is no, under any point of view, in the case of.. vampires or... animated skeletons" he couldn't even say it and avoid smiling. "It is just not possible. May be this brandy has more power than I imagine, or you just drink too much, but you can't expect anyone to believe undead to exist. So save us the fairy tales."

 

[kirinke]

Elizabeth leaned back, smiling, not in the least bit insulted. She was glad he didn't believe in fairy tails or monsters under the bed, could never dream that they were all too real. It meant that he had never had to suffer from those terrors.

She had killed her first closet monster when she was eleven, baby sitting a family friend's child. She had literally nailed it to the wall with an iron poker. Bloody unseelie fey. Elizabeth thought to herself.

"Proof is in the facts, right?" Elizabeth asked softly. "Do we have time for the official demonstration dad?" she looked at her father expectantly. "If we let them go into this blind, it could kill them or worse,"

If Jack Castle knew her father, then he was well aware of the dangers they could face, these others... She wasn't too sure of. Generally speaking, the first time someone encountered something from the darkrealm it was their last.

 

[Voda Vosa]

Lotka shakes his head "Its never on the facts. Normal people will never understand true science." he stated.

 

[kirinke]

Elizabeth smiled at the doctor. "I hope you will never have to deal with what I've dealt with doctor, it is the reason why I do what I do. So no one else has to deal with it."

 

[Fenris]

Lotka shakes his head "Its never on the facts. Normal people will never understand true science." he stated.

From the corner a deep growl emerges from the chair where Mickey sits with his glass of whiskey.

"There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy."

 

[industrygothica]

"Proof is in the facts, right?" Elizabeth asked softly. "Do we have time for the official demonstration dad?" she looked at her father expectantly. "If we let them go into this blind, it could kill them or worse,"

"Thing is..." Eddie interrupts. "Thing is, I don't need any proof. I've got no reason not to believe you, as far fetched as it may sound." Eddie gets up and paces the room, looking at the others in turn. "Way I see it, it's pretty far fetched that we all happen to be in the same area when Alexei was killed, that we are all connected to him in some way." He takes a deep swallow of the brandy and pulls out his cigarette case.

"Mind?" he asks Mr. Nightshade, and then continues without waiting for an answer. "Fact is, we've all got some pretty incredible stories, if I'm betting right." He stops in front of Elizabeth and smiles, taking another healthy drink. "I'm not your average reporter, and you're not your average millionaire's daughter, I'm sure. Put the pissing contest aside, and know that it is not your knowledge alone that will guide us, and that there may just be some things out there that even you haven't seen."

Eddie ends his rhetoric with a country-boy smile. If it weren't for the improbability of the impromptu meeting, one may swear that the schpeel had even been rehearsed. He holds up the open cigarette case in front of him, still holding her eyes. "Smoke?"


ooc: Keeping in mind Eddie's collection of perception/deception skills & feats, he ought to be able to rattle off a fairly convincing argument extemporaneously, though his handler (read: me) may need a little work.

 

[kirinke]

[sblock]

"Thing is..." Eddie interrupts. "Thing is, I don't need any proof. I've got no reason not to believe you, as far fetched as it may sound." Eddie gets up and paces the room, looking at the others in turn. "Way I see it, it's pretty far fetched that we all happen to be in the same area when Alexei was killed, that we are all connected to him in some way." He takes a deep swallow of the brandy and pulls out his cigarette case.

"Mind?" he asks Mr. Nightshade, and then continues without waiting for an answer. "Fact is, we've all got some pretty incredible stories, if I'm betting right." He stops in front of Elizabeth and smiles, taking another healthy drink. "I'm not your average reporter, and you're not your average millionaire's daughter, I'm sure. Put the pissing contest aside, and know that it is not your knowledge alone that will guide us, and that there may just be some things out there that even you haven't seen."

Eddie ends his rhetoric with a country-boy smile. If it weren't for the improbability of the impromptu meeting, one may swear that the schpeel had even been rehearsed. He holds up the open cigarette case in front of him, still holding her eyes. "Smoke?"

[/sblock]

She shook her head, smiling a little at the offer of a smoke. "Thanks, but I don't care for cigarettes." and then leaned back, considering what he had said.

"Most people react like Dr. Lokta, for which I am very glad. But since you're going to be traveling with me, you should be um.... educated to the realities of what we may face. I have a tendency to attract the supernatural and worse, it's part of the package of being a Nightshade. It's also the reason why Mickey is my body-guard. I can't take on everything and I don't pretend to try."

"You fight alone, you die alone and accomplish little." she smiled at the reporter and the others. "Are you ready to see the real world?"

 

[Voda Vosa]

"Ha... I should take you to my laboratory... Trolls are the breakfast of what I can breed. That will be the reality tomorrow miss Nightshade. And I am Doctor Kirdov, I think we are not that close for you to call me by my name.
As this young reporter said, none of us, is what we can say 'Normal', and I will quote him 'Pissing contest aside', you should speak with more humility. Take that advise if you are wise enough miss Nightshade"