Indiana Jones & The Curse of the Chinese Whisperer
Originally Posted by moondrifter
ok............so basically the history of this dog 'Neves'.....he has had 7 owners in 7 countries. the key word/number is 7 if you hadn't guessed! the first owner was this chinese man at the pottery stall and he whispered the curse into the dog's ear. This is why the dog attacks the right side of it's owners and why it has been passed on as unwanted. It is the dog that attacks indy's face and this is how he loses the eye. the task is to work out how the dog gets to indy!
and for all you people who dont know the Chinese Lung- Kou is,its a rare chinese dog, and Lung- Kou translates to dragon dog
(A Raven Forum Collaboration Story)
The sculpted mud tower stood tall on the tabletop as its maker, a wizened Chinese trinket seller stunned the gathered crowd with his pottery skills. His brown, wet hands smoothed out the clay for another minute until he finally stop peddling his table wheel and picked up a small brass cup, shaking it for the crowd to show their appreciation.
Some people threw in their pocket change but others quickly walked away, rejoining the path along the Great Wall which sprawled out to the left and right for miles. As the old potter was left shaking his head at his measly takings, a shadow of a much larger figure towered above him and his scultpure.
The shadow's owner began to speak in broken Mandarin but it was obvious from his lack of a local accent that he was American.
"I speak English, stranger" whispered the old Chinaman. "You can stop trying to impress me with your phrasebook language."
Indiana Jones took off his battered fedora and stepped closer to the potter's table. He leant close to the old man and whispered what he'd come all this way to say so that no-one else could hear him...
"I...um.....er..." He took a step back and looked around for a moment. Nobody was really paying any attention but Indy felt that checking anyway was a habit he'd picked up on his adventures.
"Have you heard of the Chinese Lung- Kou? That WAS what you were about to ask me, wasn't it?" The potter grinned, revealing three white teeth from less than a full set that also included several that were black and green. He cackled slightly.
"But... how...?" Indiana Jones gasped.
"I know a many great things, Dr Jones. Including why you're so interested in the late Emperor's Dragon Dog statues. And I can assure you, they may be considered a myth nowadays but when I was a boy servant at the palace, I saw them with my own eyes."
Before Indy had a chance to ask any more questions, there was the sound of police whistles in every direction. Gunshots were fired in the air and the crowded pathways of the Great Wall were suddenly cleared as tourists and locals alike ran for cover.
The old man rose quickly from his cushion on the ground and turned his back on the dust-ridden archaeologist.
"Hey, old-timer, do you know...?" Was all Indy could say before the withered potter stepped up onto the turretted stone of the Great Wall and jumped off.
A woman to Indy's left screamed and at least a dozen Chinese policemen crowded around Indy, brandishing handcuffs and shouting in a dialect he didn't understand...
Indy ran as the police gave chase. Gunshots richoeted off the exteriors of buildings. Indy made a turn into a darkalley beside a market stall selling peking ducks. The police stop in their tracks. Indy hiding behind a trash can, peered over, looking for a new direction to hide. The police in their strange dialect, angrily ask civilians on the street. The police separate in search of the American. Indy started to back up until...
he backed into a figure behind him. Turning around in a flash, with revolver at hand, he found himself face to face with a woman he hadn't seen for a long time. Despite the time that had passed since seeing each other and ageing that had taken place for both... They both knew who the other was. This was probably the last place either would expect to see each other for both were still and silent, not knowing what to say.
The police broke up into small search parties and far from the alleyway where Indy and Marion were slouched hidden behind the trash cans. As soon as the streets returned to the normal hustle and bustle, Indy was about to say something to Marion but she beat him to it.
"What in hell are you doing here Jones?" she said sounding rather distressed.
"Well, so much for a nice hello and how are you and haven't seen you in a while. Then again, you were never much for friendly hellos."
"There'll be time for that later, doll." Indy grinned. The scar on his chin tightened.
"We're not in our 20s any more, 'Doctor' Jones - I haven't been called that in a long time."
Indy looked Marion over. Just how long had it been since he'd seen his old flame? There was the time they bumped into one another at Marcus's funeral but that was almost 15 years ago and each had sworn never to speak of the events that followed that meeting. Indy realised he was staring at Marion like a love-struck teenager.
"Listen, Jones. It's good to see you, too." Marion put her hand up to Indy's face and stroked his grey beard. "But those policemen aren't getting any farther away and we can explain things later. For now follow me."
Marion tugged at Indy's ear and led him through a small door, half the size of the two of them, which she knocked on in a short sequence of taps. Inside was complete darkness.
"Marion, what are we - ?"
But Marion interrupted speaking quickly in perfect Mandarin. Four torches were suddenly lit from each corner of the room and Indy gasped at who he saw standing in front of him...
In front of Indy, was a man of whom he thought was dead. A man he would have thought with all this time passing would be dead from old age anyway. As if reading his thoughts, the man spoke.
"Yes, it is me, Indiana. Time has changed you and you've grown to be a great success. Much better than I expected. This time we will truly put you to the test."
A bewildered Indy takes a moment to respond.
"But, Abner. This is impossible. Marion said that you were dead. And it's 1964, you should be dead."
Indy turned to Marion.
"Your sense of humour really has spiralled downwards, Marion. If this some kind of sick joke then call it off."
Marion looked at Indy with an intensely serious air and answered.
"This isn't a joke. Indy, there's something about us Ravenwoods that you don't know. I lied to you about Dad being dead. But, there's something else to it."
Indy still puzzled asks, "What?"
Father and daughter stood silent as the torch flames flickered in the dark cavern.
"Abner..." Indy took off his fedora and sighed, putting out a hand to shake with his old mentor. "Marion, laughed that we're not in our 20s any more, so I'm guessing the Ravenwood family secret isn't that you're all immortals."
The older archaeologist smiled but said nothing. Marion came and stood alongside her father and put her hand on top of Indy's and Abner's who were still locked in mutual relief at seeing one another after so much time.
"Immortal isn't quite the word to describe it, Jones." said Marion. "It's more..."
But she never got to finish the sentence - suddenly the small door through which they'd entered cracked in multiple places as if somone on the other side had a medieval battering ram running at it.
"The police!" shouted Indy.
"No." said Abner. "The police would be a dream come true. I'm afraid it's something far beyond your wildest nightmares..."
People garbed in black robes stormed into the room heavily outnumbering Indy and the two Ravenwoods. The black robes encircled the three.
What's this supposed to be? Indy thought. The circle of death
, maybe? All sorts of weapons from AK-47s to machetes to crossbows. A sea of black robes parted in front of the three. A man in black garb came towards them. He took off his hood, revealing a man around Abner's age. On his chest was a crest of a dragon combined with the Eye of Horus.
The man spoke. "Nice to see you again Abner. Did you really think that you could leave our society and get away unscathed? And especially thinking, that faking your own death by an avalanche would keep us away from you and your daughter."
Abner just glared. Marion and Indy followed suit. The old man turned to Indy.
"Ah, yes. I know you. Indiana Jones, the renowned and unorthodox archaeologist. Only Abner would have trained someone like you."