1936 - Pulp Heroes

[kirinke]

Elizabeth looked at the biologist calmly. "One man's humility is another's subservience good doctor. Once your eyes begin to open, you will learn that."

She knew that her father was letting her fight her own verbal battles, knowing that she had to make her own place in this group on her own merits and strength. Some would never believe, even given the truth straight in their faces. She hoped that Kirdov would live through it. She glanced at her father and spoke in a language he had taught her himself. Ancient Egyptian.

"This is one who will need hard convincing," she said quietly, the odd inflections of the dead language sending shivers down everyone else's spine. "Should I take them to Veritas?" she asked, waiting for his decision.

Veritas was a supernatural bar, catering to New York's.... Odder citizens.

ooc:
Veritas could be something similar to Lorne's place from Angel....

 

[Voda Vosa]

"Repeating phrases from the books don't show intelligence, just a good memory" the russian says with a smile. This girl still needed 20 years to win him an argumentation.

 

[kirinke]

"Understanding what they mean doctor as well as remembering them is the path towards true knowledge." she said, switching to russian as fluidly as the liquor she is sipping.

 

[Voda Vosa]

"You have surprised me. I thought you were the kind of person that go out there and take the knowledge, and hit it in the face, no the kind that study for more than the third part of his life. Yes thats me, you don't get two magistrates and two doctorates going to Haiti."

//Nothing personal I'm playing a conformist retrograde middle age communist intelectual. I guess my representation would be more convincent if I was speaking spanish =)

 

[kirinke]

"No, but you do almost loose your life in the process of stopping a deranged child-killer," Elizabeth replied. "The search for knowledge is all well and good, but it does nothing constructive if you are not willing to use it for the benefit of the whole good doctor." she looked at him shrewedly. "You are still afraid to face the truth doctor, still afraid to venture beyond your labratory or the safety of your books. Are you ready to see reality for what it is? Or do you desire to continue to hide behind the black and white of 'science'?"

 

[Voda Vosa]

"I have developed a vaxin that can instantaneously heal any wounded tissue. I could have saved Ivanovs life if I would have been there before he died. And I have created many other inventions that on time will make this a better world. I do not need to go out hitting thugs to make something constructive. I would detail my other findings, but I'm afraid they will bore you all out to death."

 

[kirinke]

"As could I, without the use of medicine," Elizabeth said calmly, reaching for a paper cutter and then deliberatly sliced open her palm, the wound deep enough to make anyone scream in agony. Only a slight tensing of her mouth is any indication that she is in pain.

The plain, crudely made iron and copper cross and circle medallion hanging from her neck glitters oddly in the light as she shows the russian her hand, letting him see that it is seriously slashed.

"Nothing is up my sleave good doctor," she says quietly and then chants softly for a minute. You can tell that she is doing absolutly nothing except singing in some odd, dead language as the wound begins to glow, slowly shrinking and then vanishing entirely, leaving not so much as a scar. She wipes the blood from her hand with a hankerchief and then lets him inspects her newly healed hand again.

"Willpower and faith are two sides to the same coin good doctor," she said. "Most people have forgotten that lesson,"

Most would probably think her crazy for pulling a stunt like that, but then, remembering the scars on her arm and the hint that she has worse hidden under her clothing puts things into perspective.

 

[Voda Vosa]

"Amazing demonstration. Now mass produce it and deliver it to all countries in practical 200 grams packages at a fair low price." Lotka smiles.

 

[Fenris]

Mickey finally stands up and shouts from the corner "Crimeny. Save it for the Hand why don't you. That or take it outside.I don't give a dman about either way. I've been healed by Eilizabeth her way and by modern medicine Ivan. They both work and each has it's advantages. And I'll warrent I've been on the wrong side of the scalpel more than you've been on the right side Doc.. Now settle down both of you and save it for the Doompriests" After which Mickey goes and refills his glass, empties it in a gulp and pours another before heading back to his chair.

 

[Blackrat]

"This is one who will need hard convincing," she said quietly, the odd inflections of the dead language sending shivers down everyone else's spine. "Should I take them to Veritas?" she asked, waiting for his decision.

Phaere answers back in the same language. "No I don't believe that to be good idea. He isn't ready for all that yet. His eyes will open when the time is right."
He changes to use russian. "I understand your scepticism doctor. And my dear wife would be the fist to admit that there are no such things as supernatural occurances. Of course that depends on one's definition of the word natural." He says with a laugh. "And I have heard of you before. The things you have done might be absolutely impossible and supernatural in public eyes. You are a magician in your own way just like me. I'll just say that there are things you have not yet seen, as there are those my daughter has not seen. And I hope neither of you will never need to see most of those." He then changes to english. "Now if you don't have any other questions I suggest you go and gather what you need and meet me at my office in Nightshade Tower the day after tomorrow. I will have tickets for all of you to the ship."