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ihatesnakes started following you
Oh, sorry. I didn’t think anyone would be here this late at night.
And I didn’t expect anyone to be sneaking into my office this late at night. Are you looking for something?
Doll? I do not understand… Your words confuse me, sir, I am not all that familiar with your language. I am… not from your world, you see. I have only learned your words through a very clever boy who came to us from here through dreams.
- eyes widen in horror - By the Spirits! I cannot believe I have been so rude! I am Mericen - bows her head slightly towards him - Who might you be?
Right so… you’re… an alien named Mericen.
Nice to meet you. Name’s Indiana Jones.
“Dr. Jones.” Jack said with a wide smile, nodding to the archaeologist. “It’s been a while, not sure if you remember me. Captain Jack Harkness. We met a few times in London. I think I helped you hunt down a few artifacts. How’ve you been?”
It took him a moment or so, but a smile overcame him as he pat the man on the back. “Harkness, good to see you. You don’t look a damn second older. I’ve been fine, just fine. What about you?” He asked, rather pleased to meet someone that he’d worked with before.
“Doctor Jones it is.” she said with a grin. “So, what is it you teach if you don’t mind my asking?” the hunter asked, side stepping another pedestrian as they turned a corner.
“Archaeology. Everything you need to know about bones, rocks, and dirt,” he said, making that turn to follow her, having to say a quick apology to someone he’d bumped into.
I am Castiel. It is nice to meet you.
Castiel, huh? Good to meet you too.
- frowns - How would my cheeks be sweet? I am also quiet calm, I thank you, considering all that has happened to me as of late.
You’re thinking too hard about this one, doll. What’s going on?
ihatesnakes started following youEyes setting upon the man in front of her, Roseanne felt like she was about to topple over when she recognized his face. Was her eyes playing tricks on her or was that who she thought it was?
“Holy hell.. Are you Indiana Jones?” She asked, flabbergasted as a large smile creeped onto her lips.
Indiana was just going about his business, sure enough it was a fairly average day for being at some point in the future that he only had three months of experience with so far. His attention was caught by someone asking if he was exactly who he was.
Turning to her, he offered a little smile, extending a hand, “Didn’t think that many people read the book. I am, it’s nice to meet you Miss…?”
“Ah, ‘ello! I’m the Doctor and it’s amazing to you Mr.Jones! I’m a massive fan.”
“Thanks, Doctor, that’s real kind of you to say.”
Back from a whole load of crap.
Indiana speaks, reads, and writes in 27 languages. He picks up as much as he can in any area he goes, this was started in Egypt when he met Ned, or “Lawrence of Arabia”.
Though he may not speak many dead languages fluently he does have a grasp on them and is looking into them as often as he can.
