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Post by Indiana Jones on May 20, 2007 15:53:38 GMT -5
Title: Indiana Jones and the Jade Jewel of the Jaguar
Book: One
Cast: Indiana Jones, Daniel Jackson and Anne McCoy
Plot: This is the start of the newest adventure. Indy has come off of the quest for the Jade Jewel found in the Brazilian Jungles. No one is aware that the Jade Jewel may or maynot play key to the next big adventure to come. This is a reunion of sorts between Indy Daniel and Anne and more of a debrief and rebrief of the adventure to come.
Music: Indy score by John Williams
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Adventure, that's his middle name. The game was finding the artifact before his rivals, and this time it was no different. A small plane came to deliver Indy back to the mainland. He'd just finished up the mission for the Jade Jewel of the Jaguar which is told to have some secret power. For once it seemed Indy wasn't prepared to know what that was because he was rushed off so fast onto the mission he didn't have time to research it. As he sat there for once enjoying the solitude that quiet brought he thought about the trip and what a time it was.
Perched percariously over a towering pillar of rocks and stone he reached for the emerald shaded jewel. It was quite a reach and for as long as his arms were it just seemed that the reach was longer. "A little more..." He grunted as his fingers brushed the edge of the gem. The gem tettered sideways and slid out of the wire perch that had been crafted for it. Torch light bathed the scene the deep cavern dark with the lack of natural sunlight. He'd used some vines to fashion a sort of harness and coiled it around one arm while leaning toward the pillar to snatch the gem from it's place, but it seemed as though the gem was not cooperating. "Dammit..." he cursed as he saw the gem slide from it's holder and onto the stone ledge below it.
"This is going to be harder than I thought." He grimaced as he tried to adjust his footing, only to find that the rocks beneath it would crumble away, sending him slamming against the rock wall. With a resounding 'thud' he pulled himself back, turning to look once more at the gem that was so close and yet so far from his grasp. He wasn't sure how far up he was, and he didn't want to find out the hard way that it was too far to survive a fall from. Gingerly he'd regained his footing, his seemingly sturdy shoes managing to grasp the rockwalled ledge he leaned against rather well this time. With a deep breath he tried once more, the silence around him only near deafening as he bravely reached out one more time for the Jade Jewel sitting in the Stone Jaguar's mouth.
There was no science to this part of the mission it was get it or don't get it, that was all, grab it and run for the hills, or leave empty handed, only to have one of the Rival adventurers or possibly someone more powerful scoop it up. "You didn't suffer through poisoned arrows, jungle people, nearly getting trampled to death by an elephant, and escaping a motorboat assault to give up now Jones." he pepped himself up. His fingers out stretched, his hand reaching gingerly toward it's goal. The gem was tettering on the edge of the stone sentinal's teeth, nearly ready to fall to it's untimely loss. This couldn't happen, Jones resolved then as he pushed against the side of the rock wall his fingers nudging it back, hoping to cause it to tetter into his hand, but finding that it was rolling away from them instead. He gasped and reached for his bullwhip. He wasn't sure what he'd do but he had to save that thing!
"CLINK!" The gem had fallen from the mouth of the stone Jaguar and as if everything had stopped moving all together, Indy saw it plummeting to the darkness below. At first his eyes seemed to widen, and then his brow furrowed as his eyes caught sight of the glimmer from the greenish gem escaping into the perils below. "Oh no you don't." he gruffly growled, throwing his arm back and letting loose the end of the whip. With a woosh it hooked around part of the rocky structure and off he went. Relinquishing his hold on the vines that secured him to the wall he dove head long downward into the darkness. Once he came to the end of the whip length he was whipped to one side quickly.
In that moment he managed to capture the falling crystal in the bag at his hip. He regained his footing in time to realize that he had in fact regained the piece and laughed at the stone structure. "HA!!" echoed from the cavern walls, dust and pebbles sliding from the peak of the massive statue. Keen eyes scanned for a way back up the way he'd come but no way could really be found. The resonating of his voice through the cavern was enough to feel a vibration in the rocks he'd been clinging to for the past few moments. The rocks shook beneath his weight, and tilting the brim of his fedora upward he cast a glance to the peak. There was definetly some shaking going on.
Tugging on the end of the whip he managed to loose it from it's wrap around the statue and pull it back to him. His body was stable for now, perched on the rocky ledge beneath it. The motions performed then had loosened the rocks beneath his shoes and threatened to send him sprawling through the air like a falling cat. "WHOOOA!" he waved his arms for a moment as he looked for another ledge to swing to. Flinging the whip outward it snapped around a large root that had penetrated the wall of the cavern. It was dark, so dark he could barely see, but still with that he swung away from the slippery rock statue and clung for his life to his whip. Suddenly the thing let go of the branch and with a gasp Indy found himself falling.
THUD! He landed on his rear on the dusty cavern floor. Jumping up in surprise Indy looked up to see that the top of the statue wasn't really all that far at all. He patted himself down briefly to make sure he wasn't lying to himself and smiled a half smile. This job was in fact surprising, even to Indy himself. Figuring he shouldn't tempt fate he fled the cave quickly, praying that a snake or a collapse in the rocky structure was not eminent.
Barnett college. It was just beginning to bloom. The vegetation was reaching its peak season. The plane that held our hero touched down at a nearby air field. "Hopefully Daniel and Anne hold up their end of this deal..." He'd said to himself, thumbing through his mind the list of things that he'd told them to do in his absence. Anne had taken over the classes, Daniel, well, he wasn't so sure what Daniel was up to, but it had to be interesting none the less.
"Can I be of any further service, Mr. Jones?" Asked the pilot of the plane.
"Sure can't." He replied smoothly patting the side of the plane as he stepped from the cabin. "Just keep this baby in tip top shape Bosley, you never know when we may need you again." Jones smiled, his shoes carrying him out of the vessel slowly. His kahkhi colored pants were tattered and torn, grey and brown smears of mud and granite spread across them loosely. His shirt was discheveled and his hair well luckily that was covered by his favorite hat. At his hip hung a bag, in it his prize. This would be quite a tale to tell, he thought as he walked away from the plane, the sound of his steps wafting through the gentle breezy morning air. Inhaling a deep breath, Jones thought about how much he loved the smell of the new morning a handsome smile resting on his features.
"Your crew is meeting you here?" Said Bosley.
"Yes, if they received my telegram which I'm sure they did, they will be here in about 10 minutes." He reassured himself that they did in fact receive the message as he headed to the small station just out of the way of the runways to wait.
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Post by Anne McCoy on May 20, 2007 21:23:35 GMT -5
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The classroom was silent. A dozen and a half students stood looking at the board, where various notes were written in a loopy, somewhat messy scrawl.
"Anyone?" Anne McCoy asked, pacing the front. She looked around the room, at the blank faces looking up from the desks. Some were on autopilot, some were half asleep, and some resented the fact that she was not a handsome rugged male. The latter group consisted of the girls. "Come on guys... This was in last night's reading..."
More silence. She very nearly rolled her eyes before continuing. "Ok, guys, in 1924, Karel Absolon's expedition yeilded, among other things, the Venus of Dolnà Věstonice, which was important because......"
More blank faces and yawns. She had seen them much more excited in class. She had seen them eager to learn, and quick to answer. That, of course, was when Dr. Jones was teaching. The girls wanted to impresse him, and the boys wanted to prove something to him. With Anne, it was just another day in class. At the complete silence, she answered the question for them.
"It is the oldest ceramic artifact found to date." she said lamely. Thankfully, the bell rang, and the students began filing out the door, dragging their feet as they left.
"Please read the next chapter in Hobsons and I want five pages on it for next time..." she shouted above the din, "For the love of God..."
The last few filed out into the hallway, and the door made a loud 'thud' behind them, echoing throughout the room before settling into the floor. Anne rolled her eyes and began gathering her things, hardly noticing the door opening once more. Marcus Brody hobbled in, and looked vaguely confused when he saw Anne instead of Indiana.
"Oh, hallo there, Anne," he said in a bubbly manner, thrusting his hands into his pockets and bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet, "I suppose Dr. Jones isn't back yet, hm?"
Anne shook her head, stuffing a few papers into a folder. "No, I haven't heard from him. He's probably somewhere in Brazil enjoying the warm weather and-"
"Oh, Brazil," Marcus interupted, "you got a telegram from Brazil a few days ago... perhaps it was from Indiana?"
Anne looked at him incredulously as he fished around in his pockets, pulling out long strands of string, buttons, paperclips, messages, pens and all sorts of miraculous and useful objects. Finally, from the very bowels of his pockets, he removed a long piece of brown paper.
"There it is..." he replied, handing it to her. Anne read it with a bemused expression, folded it, and put on her jacket.
"Seems I was supposed to meet Dr. Jones ten minutes ago at the air field..." she surmised, "Next time, Marcus, if you don't mind... I'd like my telegrams the day I recieve them. And really, what are you doing carrying around my telegrams?"
Marcus shrugged. "I was going to deliver it to you."
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The long grass against her legs was an unpleasant feeling. The scratchy, itchy feeling was enough to drive a person crazy. Luckily, there was only a patch of it to the airfield, and she was quickly out of the grass and wheat, and back into the chain link fencing. Each fence was covered in a wall of milkweed, and in a month or so the same fence would be a haven for butterflies. Anne ran her fingers along it vaguely, sometimes hitting a disgustingly wet bit where the juice had leaked.
Anne McCoy had been an assistant for nearly five years at Barnett College, and had hoped it was a temporary job, but had long ago abandoned the thought and settled in. She had become used to various idiosyncracies, had become in tune with the schedules of Dr. Jones and Dr. Brody, and had made enough acquaintances to not have to spend all of her time knitting and talking to herself. Of course, there was plenty lacking in Dr. McCoy's life. For one, she had achieved her doctorate, and still got called 'Ms', due to her complete inability to secure a job above assistant or secretary, as the archaeological world was not yet ready for the female civil movement. She lived in a small, white picket fence house just off of campus, with her St. Bernard and her records. Happilly unmarried, she was an anomaly to many of the local women. Luckily, Dr. Jones' frequent absences kept her both busy and in touch with her archaelogical roots.
She spotted Jones waiting ever so patiently on a bench just outside a service station, and she wondered vaguely why she had to come to him rather than traveling the quarter of a mile to get to Barnett. Daniel had yet to arrive.
"Hey, McCoy!" Bosley yelled from the pit ladder of his plane. It's small form stood out in black against the bluish clouds as a thunderstorm started rolling in.
"Bosley!" Anne yelled back, waving with her entire arm, "Whadaya know?"
"Nada mucho, Ms. M," he replied boredly, "You hear that new 'Pal Joey'?"
"Naw..." Anne replied, her shoes hitting the runway, confused by the change from soft ground. "Haven't bought a Broadway record since 'Knickerbocker Holiday'..."
"You'd like it," he replied before returning to his work. Anne and Bosley knew eachother through very quick bursts of discussions such as these, usually about records and movies. It was a nice relationship; sometimes it was easier to have something completely superficial with at least one human being. Anne had many such acquaintances.
She slowed her pace as she made it up to where Indy was sitting. He looked a wreck, which wasn't completely unexpected. You'd just think a person would want to go home, take a nap and get cleaned up before having to congregate with collegues. As Anne had learned, Indy wasn't just 'a person'.
"Sorry I'm late, Marcus neglected to give me your telegram until just a bit ago," she explained matter-of-factly, without any sound of real remorse. "How was your trip?"
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Post by Daniel Jackson on May 21, 2007 14:25:15 GMT -5
Dr. Daniel Jackson sunk back into the seat of the taxi, his fingers idly picking at a fraying piece of the seat beside him. He'd hardly even seen sunlight that day, given the fact that he had been holed up in his office, surrounded by rubbings off of an ancient Egyptian artifact that a local museum needed translated as soon as possible. He'd been rifling through the papers (which along with the many books that occupied the room, build up a veritable fort around his desk) when he came across a folded telegram. He was at first a bit thrown off that the words on the paper were in English, but then it instantly hit him like a ton of bricks. He was supposed to meet Dr. Jones and Anne at the air field. He had pulled out his watch only to see that the hands had stopped their steady movement, who knows how long ago. He cursed to himself, hurried from the building and hailed a taxi, asking the driver to make his way to the air field as quickly as possible.
As they reached their destination, Daniel all but threw the fare at the driver, muttering his thanks and an apology as he hurried to the small station that stood beside the runway. For all he knew, Jones and Anne could have already come and gone. To his luck, he could make out their forms positioned under the overhang of the station.
He waved a hand as he approached, his breathing labored from nearly running across the airfield.
"I'm sorry," He panted, "I got...I got..."
He took a couple deep, sharp breaths, his eyes squinting behind his glasses as he fumbled around in his pockets for his handkerchief, letting out a sneeze that nearly wracked his entire body. D**n milkweed.
"I got distracted." He finished, folding up the handkerchief and shoving it back into his pocket.
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Post by Indiana Jones on May 21, 2007 18:41:10 GMT -5
He'd enjoyed the scenary here long enough, he'd supposed. The time it took his colleagues to arrive he used thumbing through the rubbings on the statue he'd taken. He spent the time now trying to decipher what cryptic language it could be. 'Mayan...Incan...Aztec...' He thought as he toyed with the pages loosely for a moment. Just then he heard the voices of Anne McCoy, his trustworthy assistant and Bosley as they conversed. The brim of his hat covered his eyes until he looked up to see her standing right before him. "Anne, a pleasure." he said taking his hat off and showing a brief smile. "What's it been a month?" He asked as he handed her a bag.
It was a small and yet weighty bag, tan colored, leathery exterior. Inside there was a tan colored cloth cottony linen I supposed, and in it was swattled the jade jewel. "I was saving this for a special occasion, but seeing as how you're here now..." He allowed a charming smile to play on his lips. "You're the only one I trust with this thing, I don't even know what it's for...Barely remember who told me to get it." Indy said without really thinking. On the jewel there were inscriptions cut, no idea what they meant or did, which is NOT how Indy liked to operate.
The gasping and sneezing caught his attention straight away and his hazel eyes turned to find Daniel approaching. "Good to see ya, Dan!" Indiana slapped him on the shoulder. "I picked you up a little something from my trip." Indy said taking a deep breath and holding out a dark colored folder, in it were several pages of rubbings Indy had taken from the Jade Jaguar statue. "I know how you like funny writing, so I got you a whole lot." Jokingly said. Actually it was a dual purpose. In trusting the pages to Daniel not only would he be assured that their translations would be accurate, but they would be timely.
Daniel had become a good friend to Indy in the prior years as had Anne. They were invaluable to his research and adventure. "Well, what do you make of them?" Indy crossed his arms looking between the two of them with a smile. "As to the nature of the trip...well, I'd always wanted to go to Brazil." He shrugged still looking between the two, nevermind standing there in clothes that looked as though they'd been run over, nevermind that he, himself, looked as if he'd been run over.
It was all about the knowledge now, and yet he couldn't stop himself from asking, "How's class, Anne?" knowing that her mind was not being taken seriously in this profession run by the stronger sex. It was sad, terribly sad to him to waste such a mind.
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Post by Anne McCoy on May 21, 2007 19:24:09 GMT -5
"Anne, a pleasure. What's it been a month?" Indy said, simultaneously handing her a bag. It was too heavy to be laundry, she surmised thankfully, shaking the bag curiously as she took it, wondering what it could be.
"About a month, yeah," she replied, somewhat irritated, but still keeping her eyes on the bag as she pulled out the drawstring and peered inside, "You certainly took your time. What the hell were you doing in-"
She stopped suddenly. She had unfolded the cloth, and sitting in her hand, catching the light of the morning sun, was a smoothed chunk of jade, which in turn was smattered with some sort of writing. She wasn't sure what it was; there were plenty of jade artifacts, especially in South America. It wasn't particularly apparent that it was anything special.
"I was saving this for a special occasion, but seeing as how you're here now... You're the only one I trust with this thing, I don't even know what it's for...Barely remember who told me to get it."
Looking at him for a second with a speculative expression, she glanced back down at the stone.
"What is it?" she asked, rolling it in her palm.
She was so intrigued by the relic that she hardly noticed Daniel come sneezing up to them, his nose irritated by spring and everything that came with it.
"Hey Daniel..." she muttered vaguely, still playing with the jade. She wondered if there was any importance that it was jade, or any particular meaning from its origin, or if it was even in Brazil. Indy had yet to relate any of his travelings.
"How's class, Anne?"
Her eyes never lifted from the stone.
"Didn't kill anyone," she replied, her voice a bit more animated, "Yet. I seriously had to bring up the Carter excavations to get them to do anything, and even then I had to answer half the questions. You'd think they're a completely different class when you're not there."
She looked back at Indy.
"Though I'd say we're lucky this time, I only got one 'stern talking to' from one of your admirers. I'd call that an improvement."
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Post by Indiana Jones on May 22, 2007 13:45:43 GMT -5
Indy smiled broadly at Anne's responses to his questions. He was if nothing else an observant man, Dr. Jones. There was always some kind of reasoning behind his activity, wether his staff would figure it out before even he did was beyond him, but at least he had fun watching them try.
Anne had said, "What is it?" as she looked at the Jade gem.
"That my dear, is the Jade Jewel of the Jaguar. I managed to snag it from the teeth of the stone beast it's named after just in time, I might add, and single handedly too!" He explained. "What I could make of the etchings I took," He paused, his brow furrowing slightly, "It symbolizes strength in people. When the light hits it just right, it glows." His voice held a mystical tone as he watched her hold the piece up.
The light struck it at an angle and the piece began to glow. "But I think that if the light hits anything just right, anything can glow." Indy stated plainly before picking up an ordinary piece of quartz stone and holding it up. The light rolled around it playing on the rough edges and creating a soft glow around it. "I'm not impressed by this thing..." Dr. Jones said. "But once we can figure it out, we can turn it over to the museum and be done with it...I'm sure they have a use for it." He shrugged.
As Anne explained her troubles teaching the classes he put a comforting hand on her shoulder, leading the pair to walk beside him. "You'll get em one day Anne." He mused as he patted Daniel on the shoulder, "We have faith in you, right Daniel?" He shot her a half smile as they walked. "I'm surprised you haven't tried simply wearing my jacket and hat. Certainly they'd listen to you then." Indy quipped in a jovial tone.
"I'll tell you more about the trip after I can get a bath and a change of clothes." Dr. Jones was back and he needed to make the best of it. A bath and a shave would do him good. Then he could truly assess the lessons being taught in his class while he was gone, and talk to Daniel about the findings from the last quest. It seemed that with every one of these trips he took he got further and further behind on research. Luckily Daniel had been there to help pick up some of the slack. Indiana knew full well that a man of Daniel's intellect was being severely taken advantage of in his current position. It saddened him to some extent, but he wouldn't show it. Instead, Indy offered his help wherever he could, even on projects that he hadn't personally overseen. Other than paying him it was the least he could do.
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Post by Anne McCoy on May 22, 2007 15:10:11 GMT -5
"That my dear, is the Jade Jewel of the Jaguar. I managed to snag it from the teeth of the stone beast it's named after just in time, I might add, and single handedly too!" He explained. "What I could make of the etchings I took, It symbolizes strength in people. When the light hits it just right, it glows."
She held it up to the light a bit more, and it glowed ever so slightly. Jade wasn't an exceedingly shiny stone, but this one was catching just fine. She squinted as she tried to identify the markings.
"But I think that if the light hits anything just right, anything can glow.I'm not impressed by this thing... But once we can figure it out, we can turn it over to the museum and be done with it...I'm sure they have a use for it."
Placing the stone back in its bag, she nodded knowingly as Indy expressed his doubts. How someone could see so much in one lifetime still needed convincing of some things was beyond her.
"Marcus is bound to take it," she replied boredly, "Any stone with markings earns a place in his Hall of Rocks."
Anne had attempted to dissuade Marcus of the ambiguous name 'Hall of Rocks', perhaps for something a little more prestiguous, but his mind was set, and the signs had already been ordered.
"Not to say Daniel shouldn't have his way with it, of course," she added with a grin in Daniel's direction. She gave the bag to him. "You have ten minutes. I'm timing you."
"You'll get em one day Anne. We have faith in you, right Daniel? I'm surprised you haven't tried simply wearing my jacket and hat. Certainly they'd listen to you then."
She rolled her eyes. Anne didn't like being patronized. She got enough of that as it was. When it wasn't, 'aw, the little girl thinks she can excavate' it was 'look at Ms. Know-It-All play with the big boys'. Anne simply put on her blank face and moved on.
"I think they're a bit beyond a sheep in wolf's clothing, Dr. Jones." she replied stiffly. When he revealed he would be going home to clean up, she raised an eyebrow. "Just make sure you're back for your two o'clock. They're nearing rebellion. Your mail is on your kitchen counter. Marcus has been looking for you, so I suggest you give him a ring before you go."
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Post by Daniel Jackson on May 22, 2007 22:57:17 GMT -5
Daniel let out a short laugh as he accepted the bag from Anne, pulling the stone from deep within it. He ran his fingers gently over the smooth surface, tracing the neatly chiseled text. It wasn't a living language, that was for certain. Wherever Jones had gotten it, he could guess that there hadn't been people there for quite some time. Some of the characters and phrases almost resembled the indigenous Muran of the Brazilian rain forests, but there were significant holes in what he could make of it.
"You'll get em one day Anne. We have faith in you, right Daniel?"
Daniel looked up sharply from the stone, nodding purely by instinct. "Hmm? Yes, of course."
He gently placed the stone back in the bag, tying off the drawstring so there was no chance of it slipping out and shattering on the ground. The very thought nearly made him shudder. At the mentioning of Marcus Brody, he instantly remembered something from earlier that day.
"I ran into him earlier. He looked out of sorts...well...more than usual, at least." He cast another glance at the bag in his hand and then returned his attention back to Indy, "Would you mind if I held onto this for a while? Marcus gets his hands on it and I'm never seeing it again."
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Post by Indiana Jones on May 23, 2007 8:34:53 GMT -5
Both Anne and Daniel had mentioned Marcus Brody within moments of one another. Perhaps something was amiss, or he simply wanted to congratulate Indy on yet another sucessful mission. At any rate, he supposed he should see what Marcus wanted before retiring to his bath and clean attire. "Keep it for as long as you want Daniel, but at your own risk. I'm sure Marcus has already caught the scent of the Jade and will be knocking on your door for it." He shot a sideways smirk. "Let's go see what the old dog wants shall we?"
With that he and his friends headed toward campus which is just where they'd come from. How exhausting it was to trek all over Brazil only to come back and find that his classes were performing at less than an optimal status by no fault of the teacher and that Marcus was in need of something. Shaking his head Indiana Jones simply kept his steely gaze to the path ahead and trekked onward back into the normal side of life. The side of his life that didn't involve precarious attachment to an artifiact or a piece of writing. It was good to be home.
"What time would you say it is? 12?" He wondered aloud and before either of them could answer he said, "Marcus should be giving a tour now, we should be able to catch him at the South Hall."
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Post by Anne McCoy on May 23, 2007 17:14:36 GMT -5
"Eleven fortyfive." Anne corrected. She didn't know if that was correct, but she had a thing for contradicting people. It gave her a wonderful and completely false sense of authority. For the most part, it was tolerated amongst her circle. It was outside the museum that this habit got a little hairy. "He should be in the South Hall, but he's much more likely to be in the fertility idols... you know how much he loves to ramble on about those."
Marcus, when he actually found the presence of mind to take a tour group, often picked one or two of his favorite places and spent hours going over every last fleck of stone in gravest detail. This obviously made patrons wish they had never come, and didn't usually return. Anne herself had taken a group or two, but had quickly returned to her other duties when it became apparent she shouldn't be let near breakable objects, let alone priceless ones.
The campus was quickly coming up over the horizon, and more students were passing them by, looking and Dr. Jones with a mixture of awe and confusion. It wasn't often he came through in his 'work' clothes, but when he did, all eyes were on him, looking for some hint of the adventure. Anne hummed the 1812 Overture as a fanfare to his return. With the sun high in the sky, the one man Tchaikovsky and the subdued throng, it was about as good of a homecoming as someone could hope for.
They entered the cooler museum, which was relatively quiet, as it often was so near to the end of the semester. Marcus was indeeed by the fertility idols, but it seemed like he was there for his own pleasure than anyone else's. He looked at a gold relic, the very one Dr. Jones had acquired years before, having replaced it with a bag of sand.
"Hiya, Marcus..." Anne said quietly, "Listen, I finished those papers you asked me to do, and while I just love playing Girl Friday, I'd rather stick to my own work-"
Marcus looked up at her sadly, and she stopped griping.
"Aw, Marcus..." she said, her face immediately softening, "I didn't mean... you know I was just teasing you, right?"
Marcus nodded and smiled the saddest smile she had ever seen.
"Of course, Dr. McCoy," he replied in a fatherly tone, "I have recieved word that an old friend has passed away," he looked to Indy, "Wilhelm Dorpfeld, Indy... He passed away in his sleep last night. I just got a telegram from his daughter about an hour ago... Very sad business."
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Post by Indiana Jones on May 23, 2007 21:26:02 GMT -5
Indy's expression faded from one of simple happiness to one of regret and then sadness as he heard the news of Wilhelm's passing. Wilhelm was a pioneer, and even an inspiration to dedication for the search of truth in the world. The world of archaeology will not be the same. He bowed his head in sympathy placing a hand on Marcus' shoulder. "I'm sorry." his gravely voice came forth. "I uhm..." He looked to Daniel and Anne, "When's the flight leave?" Idiana's senses called to him, pulling him to be supportive even though he himself felt great sadness.
His eyes drifted between the trio gathered before him. There was a glimmer of pain in his eyes and yet it was faint enough that no one would really pick up on it. Sorrow was an emotion he could ill afford to display. In this moment and as the moments passed currently he thought about the research that Wilhelm was responsible for.
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Post by Anne McCoy on May 24, 2007 21:05:38 GMT -5
Anne had a look of shock plastered against her paled face. People like Wilhelm Dorpfeld didn't die. It just didn't happen. They were living legends, opperative word being 'living'. For a few moments, the world seemed out of wack. The only sound was the air conditioning whisping its way around the dusted rooms, circleing the area until it disappeared into the hall. It was completely disconcerting.
"I think we're leaving this evening..." Marcus replied in a gravely tone. His voice bounced off the display cases. "I informed your father, he'll be in shortly. I think it hit him quite hard."
He shifted his weight so he wasn't leaning on the glass, leaving a slightly opaque mark where he had his shoulder from whatever was lingering on his tweed jacket.
"I'll go put your things together," Anne said, perhaps more tenderly than she had intended, looking at Jones with a softened expression. It wasn't often he was shaken by anything, and Anne had known him long enough to identify the signs. Without another word, she shuffled off with the breeze to Indy's office.
Anne hadn't known Dorpfeld personally as well as she knew him by reputation. The Olympia excavations, the campaigns at Troy- it was in every textbook. She had met him, awestruck as usual, at various functions she had attended with Dr. Jones and Dr. Brody, and had danced with him once at a banquet funding one of Marcus's museum expansions. (This was not exactly an unusual occurence... for one reason or another, Anne was obligated to dance with every near-dead benefactor this side of Iskanderun, if only to keep them from asking too many questions.) Even so, she was relatively saddened by the news, and was eager to pay her respects.
"I think Irene should be able to supervise your exams," Marcus continued, "Luckily we're near enough the end of the semester to take off."
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Post by Indiana Jones on May 25, 2007 7:32:31 GMT -5
Henry Jr., as he hated to be called, stood there beside Marcus with a look of understanding in his eyes. True it was that his father knew and probably would be taking it rather hard, the news of Wilhelm's passing. He lowered his head for a moment, the brim of his hat covering his eyes and a deep sigh passing his lips. He watched Anne walk away to prepare his things and it was all he could do to tell her no. The passing of a friend and great colleague was often a terrible thing. This time was no exception.
"Come on, Dr. Brody." Indy allowed a smile to curl his crisp lipline if only for a moment, "Let's get ready, I'm sure Irene will do fine." He added as he led Marcus away from the museum and toward his own office. "Daniel..." Indiana addressed his friend, "Your coming too, right?" He shot Daniel a glance that said 'yes' regardless of his feeling on the matter. These things were a terrible necessity of life. Often things like this put a new perspective on risking one's life for the name of knowledge. It was an odd feeling that coursed him now. He was lucky to have such a supportive cast with him. Anne, who he would akin to something of a sister that he never had, and Daniel who was like a brother, he couldn't ask for more. Marcus was fatherly without being Henry Sr. Which was good enough for him.
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Post by wowposter on Sept 2, 2008 13:19:50 GMT -5
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Post by wowposter on Sept 4, 2008 23:00:32 GMT -5
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