| should try coming back here with a new story

Indy took a breath. Flying has never been his strong suit, but it never scared him. Not that he’d admit it. Ever. But if it meant getting there faster than he was all for it.

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This was also a concern. Their benefactor had apparently thought of a lot of pitfalls and dangers that could happen and they had not yet started their adventure. Still, he felt that spark of thrill. Adventure was looming.

Next adventure?

Indy looks up from the artifact in his hand, the familiar half-smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

✦ 𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐎’𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐥 ✦@avoidhamunaptra.bsky.social · last yr.

Hat brim low, shoulders squared — there was no mistaking him. Indiana Jones. Rick’s pulse picked up, excitement tangled with a hint of nerves. This was a man who didn’t just chase legends — he lived them. Rick gave a nod and offered his hand. “Rick O’Connell.”

{ Ancient Wonder of the World- Closed starter with @archaicfind.bsky.social } Rick O’Connell walked into the office, still wearing that old beat up fedora he practically lived in lately and the scruffy five o’clock shadow he never bothered shaving. -

“The. .sky huh.” He says, as if not to believe them. “Well, down here’s mine.” Pointing to the floor. “Or at least I think it is.”

“So that —-“ Pointing up to the sky with a finger. “That was you?”

“Outdone yourself?” Said through a smirk, placing his cap upon his head, taking one hand and brushing the small rain patterns from his shoulder. “How so?”

Tapping the edge of his hat, letting pellets trickle off the rounded flap. “Some weather, huh.”

| 8 months of writing Indiana how wild anyway if someone wants to come on for another adventure hello

𝘼𝘿𝙑𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙐𝙍𝙀𝙎. . Follow Indiana Jones and his globe trotting tales!

𝙄𝙉𝘿𝙄𝘼𝙉𝘼 𝙅𝙊𝙉𝙀𝙎. . .

𝙄𝙉𝘿𝙄𝘼𝙉𝘼 𝙅𝙊𝙉𝙀𝙎.@archaicfind.bsky.social · last yr.

And The Tomb of Cleopatra.

And The Tomb of Cleopatra.

— greatest archaeological find in a century. Cleopatra’s tomb. Imagine what we might learn! About her, about Isis, about the world she tried so desperately to shape.” She straightens, smoothing the edge of the parchment. “Well, I can’t possibly let you have all the fun now, can I?” —

The truth is out there.

Heading in the right direction.

That smile doesn’t go unnoticed. He chuckles, quiet, low in his throat - - the kind of sound that slips out when someone’s genuinely impressed. “You’d think it would be, wouldn’t you?”

He watches her as she speaks - - measured, thoughtful, but not without a flicker of something deeper behind his eyes. Maybe it’s recognition. Maybe it’s the weight of his own past tugging at the present.

| I will take any interaction here from any character idgaf anymore I love Indiana Jones’ dumb ass

He looks back down at the map, then up at her again - - less wary now, more intrigued. “You know. . .I’ve been staring at this thing for days, and not once did that cross my mind.”

Wha - - *He eyes her, then the map. Then her again. Who the hell is she? How’d you manage that?

Cleopatra’s Tomb. But it’s - - *He shakes the map. As if it were a device that wouldn’t work. Harder than it looks. Heh.

. . .No. *He says, almost dramatically so. Letting his head dip some. Not always. Seems, now and days, more and more people have lost the sight of true archeology.

Everything. It’s all. . .there! History. Culture - - knowledge, love, loss. It’s all there, it’s all worth finding.

Sure, sure. The modern world did. .the ancient world - - *tapping said map with a finger. - - Still moves by these. . .Say, you don’t look like you’re from around here.

What? No one. This. .map. It seems to lead me in circles.

. . .Right.

It’s never an easy adventure, huh. Always life threatening. Always exhausting.