[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][@rivaan] [@Pundii] [@Morose] [@FantasyChic] [@Nallore] [@Sigil] [@ONL][hr][h3][b][color=f7976a]October 4th, 1924 - 1:25 P.M. Local Time[/color][/b][/h3][hr][/center] [hr][center][h1][b][i][color=82ca9d]Peter[/color] & [color=598527]George[/color][/i][/b][/h1] [img]https://media.giphy.com/media/xT9IgGjQHwELXN5mmc/giphy.gif[/img][hr][b][i][color=82ca9d]Location: [/color][/i][/b]Qasr El Nil Barracks: Reginald's Office[/center][hr] Peter had given his uncle a way out of the mess but he had not taken it. It did not surprise him and it was in line with the way his uncle acted on a normal day. One of the reasons Peter did admire his uncle. He simply nodded as Reginald explained exactly why he had fallen and glanced over towards George. George stood there, fiddling with the rim of his page boys cap, his head tilted down and to the left some so the masked side of his face wasn't immediately in the line of sight of the Lord Majors. Part of that was to hide the damage, part of that was just to make it easier for George to see him out of his good eye. [color=598527]"Tea..mm... Yes. Cold and sweet,"[/color] he said as he locked eyes with the Major. Peter held his breath and looked sharply at George for a moment, looking quite stunned that George had just suggested to an Englishman that tear should be served that way. He might as well chucked crates of the fine leaves into Boston Harbor right before the Lord Majors eyes. George's eye went to Peter and the smallest hint of a smile came to his lip. [color=598527]"Ha...ha...mmm, you gull,"[/color] he said in his raspy voice but there was a chuckle in his words however how rough it came out. Peter started laughing. [color=82ca9d]"You swine!"[/color] he laughed as he thumped his cane tip on the floor a few times before patting George jovially on the shoulder. [color=82ca9d]"George will have earl gray with lemon,"[/color] he told his uncle still chuckling over the joke that George had just pulled on the both of them. [color=598527]"Yes, very nice, mmm,"[/color] George said still with half a smile as Peter showed him a seat. Resting down slowly he placed his page boy cap over one of his knees and tried to keep his face turned in such a way that it was mostly hidden from Reginald. [color=82ca9d]"George does love to pull my leg,"[/color] Peter said taking a seat. [color=598527]"Leg pulling, quite. Speaking of, what happened to yours?"[/color] George asked as his eye went to Peters leg and then his eyes in question. That was going to be a long story. Out in the barracks, people were rushing around doing their normal duties and the two that had returned from the prison had their guards on them before the Corporal had even gotten three feet from them. The legal officer was there with them and he eyed the two for a moment before he spoke. "I do hope everything has been taken care of. Is there anything the King's Army needs to be made aware of?" he asked as he pulled out a pack of cigarette's and lit one up before holding out the pack and offering both of them a cigarette. [hr][center][h1][b][i][color=f7976a]Vera Munn[/color][/i][/b][/h1] [img]https://i2.wp.com/geekylibrary.com/files/2016/03/tumblr_mpflbxZ9T41syl1qjo1_500.gif[/img][hr][b][i][color=f7976a]Location: [/color][/i][/b]Egyptian Museum: Her Office[/center][hr] The cat meowed at Mahendra and sat there watching him. Inside the florist delivery man quickly made his way towards the door of Lady Munn's office and gave it a sound rapping. [color=f7976a]"Yes, yes, come in,"[/color] she said not wanting to tear her attention away from Neema and Nora but they were as the door was pushed open and the man who had delivered the flowers from Peter earlier was whisking his way back into her office and setting down the rather over sized new delivery on the table in front of her. [color=f7976a]"Sons of the Pharaoh! What is all this?"[/color] she asked, looking rather surprised. She had never had flowers delivered to her before other than for a funeral and now she was being handed a card with no explanation from the delivery man, just a wink before he left quickly. Opening the card she looked rather confused. [color=f7976a]"Sir Francis Drake?"[/color] she muttered as she read the card. It said nothing more except that name on the paper. Why was she receiving flowers from a dead man? A pirate none the less. Then her eyes narrowed a bit. [color=f7976a]"Mr. Drake...."[/color] she followed up with, growling slightly under her breath as she folded the card promptly and tucked it back in the flowers. What kind of game was this man playing? He had never shown her the slightest bit of interest, only seemingly to enjoy tormenting her and make her stumble over herself constantly, as if she needed any help with that. And NOW he was having flowers delivered to her? What this a bid for her affection? An apology? Or was it simply because Peter was back now and pursuing her properly and Mr. Drake thought it would be funny to try to out do the Lord Captain and make her doubt herself even though he had no true feelings towards her. It was just the type of cruel joke an [i]American Grave Robber[/i] would find funny. [color=f7976a]"I will deal with this later..."[/color] she finally said turning her attention back to Nora and listened carefully, glad for the distraction. Her eyes widening a bit as the conversation continued. Akhmed looked over towards Mahendra and shook his head. "Not one bit sir. I am Akhmed and I am here to help," he said in his thick accent. "May I ask to your name sir and what ever credentials and references you have on you? A resume if you have one as well," he added as she glanced towards the door. He was hoping that the messenger he had sent out for Mosi would return post haste with an answer to his request. He wished to have one before the lady or Neema left the building for if the answer was no, he needed to speak to his friends aunt. If the answer was yes he wanted to make arrangements for her as quickly as possible. The delivery man was very happy that he had been able to make the delivery as quickly as he did and was even more pleased when he spotted Mr. Drake coming around the corner. He had been promised even more money if he delivered it himself. "Sir, sir, Did as you asked. Such a beautiful and large bouquet in a stunning vase was just delivered. Makes the other look like a pauper purchased it. Delivered and signed as requested. She look absolutely gobsmacked," he said brightly as he held his hand out to William, obviously looking for the money he had been promised. Vera's eyes continued to widen as Nora began to speak. Neema nodded in a satisfactory manner while Nora repeated what she had said earlier. It was just confirmation in her mind that what she had spoken to Nora earlier was true. Vera kept staring at Nora but she finally spoke after a moment, stuttering a bit as she spoke. [color=f7976a]"It.... it is a prayer, very ancient."[/color] Blinking a few times she finally tore her vision away from the Lady and looked over towards Lauren. [color=f7976a]"Yes, yes, a prayer, to Bastet,"[/color] she added as a light bulb seemed to go off in her mind and she stood up quickly. Her saucer and tea cup falling from her lap and onto the floor with a splash and a clatter but she paid it no nevermind. Her hand was already reaching out as she went towards the back of her office, towards the library shelves and started searching for a book. [color=f7976a]"If ye are in heaven or on Earth, in the south or in the north or in the west or in the east; I am the only One in your bodies. I am the pure one of eye, not shall I die a second time. My moment is in your bodies, all forms are my habitation, I am she who is not known; the rosy-faced beings are within me. I am the Unveiled."[/color] Vera recited as she pulled a book from the stacks, knocking over several others that were on the floor for re-cataloging. She tripped but her nose was in the book and she didn't pay attention to it as she kept stumbling over them but eventually made her way back over to her seat and sat herself as if nothing had happened. Neema had already reached down and cleaned up the mess, her eyes watching Vera and going to the other womens from time to time. "How has she not broken her neck?" she whispered loud enough to be heard but Vera still wasn't paying attention as she flipped through the pages. [color=f7976a]"Ah-ha-ha-haha! Here it is!"[/color] she finally exclaimed as she opened the book more fully and laid it out on the table so that Nora and Lauren could see. On the pages was a long photograph of stone carved markings. The caption under the photograph said the following: Bubastis, 1898. [color=f7976a]"This is that very prayer at the entrance of Bastets Temple. This is where we are going!"[/color] Vera exclaimed, she looked like a child on Christmas morning. Her eyes were bright and she was very enthusiastic on the find. Though if one were to enter right then they might believe it was the flowers that were causing the stars to shine in her dark eyes, not the thought of leading an expedition into the desert. [hr][center][h1][b][i][color=a187be]Aziza Tarek[/color][/i][/b][/h1] [img]https://media.giphy.com/media/fAfg6URztG4Y8/giphy.gif[/img][hr][b][i][color=a187be]Location: [/color][/i][/b]Gheit el Idda: Aziza's Home[/center][hr] Aziza smiled gratefully towards Harry and nodded. [color=a187be]"Yes please, second floor, only door,"[/color] she said quietly as she held out the key to her home for him. Her building was a bit more upscale than Harry's had been and even with her talents seemed to be a bit above her pay grade. There were several people mulling about the shop on the main floor that was below the apartments just above it. Two of them were in British Military Uniform and seemed to be on patrol. "Miss, is every alright?" one of them asked as he eyed Harry. [color=a187be]"Yes, this is a friend,"[/color] she said before giving a vague explanation and motioning for Harry to go ahead and lead the way. Soon as they were out of ear shot she smiled towards Harry. [color=a187be]"Escorts from the barracks. They come around from time to time to check on me. The Lord Major is a good friend,"[/color] she explained as they ascended the stairs. Everything looked alright as they did until they reached her door. It was cracked open and looked as if it had been kicked in. Aziza's color rushed from her face as she turned white and froze in her place.