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[hr][center][img]http://fontmeme.com/embed.php?text=Vera%20Munn&name=DXTA_TRIAL.ttf&size=100&style_color=f7976a[/img]
[img]http://67.media.tumblr.com/ff0ab99f7d10816a0c7f00a56e76f551/tumblr_nz4nm07JrB1uipku9o1_250.gif[/img][hr][b][i][color=f7976a]Location: [/color][/i][/b]Egyptian Museum[/center][hr]	

	[color=f7976a]I too have been vexed by these dreams, more so as of late. Last three evenings I have tried to avoid sleep because they are plaguing me so,"[/color] Vera said as she looked between the man she considered her uncle and the man that grated on her nerves like hot acid; in a weirdly good way. [i]"What the hell is wrong with me,"[/i] she wondered to herself before shaking it off. The man was a cad and a scoundrel and she knew in the back of her mind she would be nothing but another in a long line of conquests for him. It might not be the 18th century anymore but she would not be caught up in some scandal that would reach back to the [i]ton[/i] in England. She was determined that if she would ever return to England and be in court again there would be nothing salacious in her past. 

	Stopping for a moment she held up a finger as she started rummaging through the drawers in her desk with the other. [color=f7976a]"There were some notes in my uncles study that he had me review from a dig he did down in Thebes not too long before the Tutankhamen discovery. It seemed like nothing at the time but..."[/color] she started before cutting herself off as her fingers wrapped around the journal she was searching for and she held it up triumphantly.  [color=f7976a]"Ah-ha-ha-ha, here it is,"[/color] she said in a rather Mary Poppins-esque manner, a smile on her lips as she looked up. Hearing quite the commotion ring through the stone walls of the Museum she cocked a brow upon hearing her name. [color=f7976a]"What in the name of Cleopatra is going on out there,"[/color] she mused and then froze as several were brought into her office by the museums clerk. Two of which she didn't know but one she did. 

	Slowly lowering her hand and resting the journal on her desk she rose from behind it and rested her hands on the edge of the cherrywood finish. [color=f7976a]"Mr. Elvsgaard, what is going on?"[/color] she asked before stepping out from behind the desk and walking over to the three. The one woman's words just made her rolls her eyes a bit. [color=f7976a]"I am Lady Vera Munn and you would do well to hold yourself with a bit more decorum in the museum if you would. One does not go around simply demanding things here." [/color] While her voice was terse she was polite enough with the current circumstances. Shaking her head she looked back over towards Haakon and her brows furrowed as she spotted his finger. Grabbing his hand rather unceremoniously.

	Vera was not one to consider things when her mind started clicking, standing closer to Haakon as she examined the branding mark on his finger. Turing his hand over slowly as her fingers traced along the skin but making sure she had not touched the brand itself. Pulling her glasses out she rested them on the tip of her nose and went back to looking. [color=f7976a]"Bastet.."[/color] she mumbled under her breath. Looking up slowly her brows lifted. [color=f7976a]"Have you been having dreams?"[/color]

[hr][center][IMG]http://fontmeme.com/freefonts/img.php?f=1479&s=100&t=Aziza%20Tarek&c=a187be[/IMG][img]http://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/1b617e2b-de2e-4952-bd44-410f7b633b8c.jpg[/img][hr][b][i][color=a187be]Location: [/color][/i][/b]Alf Leyla Salah at Opera Square[/center][hr]	

	[color=a187be]"Thank you,"[/color] Aziza said as she swallowed a lump in her throat. This entire situation was not sitting well with her and she was nervous. Very nervous. [color=a187be]"I should change..."[/color] she added before placing the stone back into Henry's palm before stepping behind the changing screen. Closing her eyes she took a deep breath. It seemed her past was coming back to haunt her. The dreams that had been plaguing her were bad enough but now this? What in the world was she supposed to do? She wanted to tell her friends what was going on but what was she supposed to say? [i]Oh by the way, on top of a guy throwing stones at me, I am having this weird dream. Oh why is he throwing stones at me? Well Let me tell you....[/i] Shaking her head she changed out into a simple silk skirt and blouse, slipping on her her shoes and gathering her costume up under her arm. 

	Stepping out from behind the screen she looked at Lauren and Harry, trying to force a bit of a smile. [color=a187be]"Perhaps we should duck out the back. I really don't feel safe here right now. Lauren, I don't want you caught up in this... I can get a hotel room for the night,"[/color] she said sheepishly, trying to spare her friend from getting caught up in the middle of everything. Setting down her costume on the vanity she rubbed her temples, her head still aching from the hit earlier. She wanted to tell Harry the same, that he should just turn around and head out but she was scared. Biting her bottom lip nervously she tried to take a deep breath to steady her nerves, winging her fingers slightly as she stood there.