[hr][hr][center][img]http://fontmeme.com/embed.php?text=Deeper%20Than%20The%20Sands:%20Chapter%20One&name=prinp___.ttf&size=30&style_color=f7976a[/img][hr][img]http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6080/6100219663_efbb8b62e5.jpg[/img][hr][@Pundii] [@Morose] [@FantasyChic] [@Nallore] [@Sigil] [@ONL][hr][/center][hr]

[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]	

	It took everything in Vera not to guffaw outright towards Nora, barely being able to reign it in, and place the back of her hand over her mouth as she let out a light chortle. [color=f26522]"Oh my of course not. He would [i][b]never[/b][/i] do anything of the sort. Like desecrate a tomb in the wee hours of morning light to steal an ancient artifact and render a dig site in ruins. Mr. Drake out never do such a thing, would you [b]Mr. Drake?"[/b]"[/color] she said in an optimistically albeit sarcastic voice, nearly hissing his name as they rolled off her tongue and her eyes narrowed slightly. 

	Glancing towards the American woman, she nodded and took notes on what she said, cocking a brow when she noticed her turning her attention to Mr. Drake. Resting her pen down on the paper she glanced out of the corner of her eye towards her [i]Uncle[/i] and then towards Mr. Elvsgaard before looking back towards Josephine. She wasn't sure but from what she could deduce from the womans way of carrying herself, the mode of dress, the way her voice and attention was directed she felt like Ms. Clark would be one of those women she was used to seeing in the [i]ton[/i]; seductively throwing herself towards any pretty face, not considering the damage she could do in suck a moment. A true Vamp. She had come in with one gentleman and now was giving her attention to another. Such displays would have earned such a scandal back in England but it seemed it was the way of Americans. Though she could not fault the woman for giving William her attention, he was a handsome man, something she wished at times she did not notice herself. 

	Lowering her eyes she took each piece of paper as it was handed to her and began to compare them, her glasses resting on the tip of her nose as her curls fell over brow while she studied. Humming slightly to herself as she bit on her bottom lip. It was a look her uncle and even Mr. Drake would know well, when Vera was in her zone. Thankfully right then she was seated, many times when she was like this it was while she walking and more than once had turned things upside down by her clumsiness. 

	Leaning back in her seat she reached out and ran her fingers over a sketch of the amulet that had been stolen from his grave months before. Her eyes widening slightly as she touched the notes left to her by her uncle Lord Carnarvon, her hand coming up slowly as her palm began to glow. Turning it over slowly her eyes widened even more than she ever though possible. Her jaw going slack as she started to gasp for breath, a searing pain running through her her palm and up her arm. Her veins pulsating as the light traveled up her arm and to the base of her throat. Her voice going silent but it was obvious that if her vocal chords had worked she would be shrieking in pain. The light settled under the locket she wore around her neck. On the outside of the locket [url=http://www.crystalspirits.biz/CrystalSpiritsInfosite/deities/eqyptian/images/bastet-name-glyphs.gif]three symbols[/url] appeared before the light faded away. 

	[color=f26522]"Di mi!"[/color] she exclaimed finally as her vocal returned and she gasped out. Her hand, which had seemed to freeze in place suddenly came up to her chest as she looked around wild eyed for a moment before calming herself; or at least attempting to. Swallowing the dryness in her throat did nothing, it was as parched as the Sahara. Shaking her head slightly as she sat there. [color=f26522]"Excuse my outburst,"[/color] she said quietly as she looked around, her fingers curling around her locket. 
 
[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]Grand Continental (Main Lobby)[/center][hr]	

	Aziza looked over towards Lauren and gave her a grateful smile as she nodded towards her. [color=a187be]"Thank you,"[/color] she said in a soft voice before looking around. Taking the key from the desk clerk she slipped it into her bag before letting out a bit of a breath. They were in a more open area with better lighting that what had been at the bar but she still felt on edge. She figured she would for a while. It had been years since she left the village, well more so run out from, and she had just stopped looking over her shoulder. It seemed she had dropped her defenses too soon after all. 

	[color=a187be]"Even if you chose not to stay the evening would you please at least check the room for us before you leave?"[/color] she asked before slipping her arm through Laurens and heading up to the suite for the evening. Unlocking the door she waited for Harry to step in first before peeking her head in and then entering the room fully herself. Closing and locking the door behind her she set her bag down on a table and slumped into a seat. 

	It was about then, the same moment in another part of the city that is happened. Her hand began to glow just as Vera's did, the glow growing and moving to her chest and an etching the same as Vera's coming to her necklace. At that same moment the same would occur to Harry, except it would just travel to his signet ring and the symbols would appear on the inside of the band. 

	[color=a187be]"Ya Homaar!"[/color]