[hr][center][h1][color=007236]Mahendra Huq Zalil[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][Color=007236]Location: [/color]Qasr El Nil Barracks ---> The Museum (Washroom)
[Color=007236]Skills:[/color] Social cameleon[/center][hr] 

The sight of Vera in her condition spoke of more grief and shock than any words could, which was understandable taking into account the circumstances of death, death and more death recently. Death, so many signs of it the past day, it couldn't be simple coincedence. Mahendra refused to believe it, even for how much he feared that itself, which explained his somber tone as went with the group on their way to the museum. Thought flew through his mind, thoughts trying to piece together what was going on. But each and every time, he came to no conclusion. None, except his gut feeling of all of this being bad. 

Mahendra tried to ignore the gut feeling as they were reunited with Nora and Aton, him giving both a polite nod of accknowledgement and continued to nod in agreement that they should enter the museum. Which he too wanted, because he was starting to feel warmer by the second and wanted a glass of water. And then, right outside the museum's entrance, it hit him. Mahendra suddenly leaned forward, clutching his stomach as he tried with all his might not to violently shout out in pain, while he didn't manage to hold captive an audible [Color=007236]"Hmmmmmmm..."[/color]. Oh this was unexplainably humiliting. 

[Color=007236]"Yes...head inside...Please excuse me, I think I need to use the washroom."[/color] Mahendra managed to say somewhat controlled through the pain and gritted teeth, before jogging past the others and into the museum proper. As he tried to find the closest washroom Mahendra could feel the area around stomach grow warm. At first it was at the intensity of his wife's cooking, then his mother's, then his mother in law's and at last surpassing his grandmother's strongest dish. The warmth spread across his whole body, as if he had a fever. This was very, very odd. Not that Mahendra was thinking like that, he was too busy finding the closest washroom and pulling down his...cough pants cough as he sat down at the toilet. But all instinct of emptying himself of whatever he presumed had gotten inside his digestive system vanished when Mahendra lay eyes on it. The Mark, right above his belly button. Once again Mahendra bravely stiffled a shout, or perhaps a scream. This time it was not out of pain, but of fear, because this was not normal at all. So for what felt like an eternity, Mahendra stared at the mark while his belly was still hurting like never before.

This had to have something to do with the horrendous events that had befallen the group as of lately; A Curse! Either that, or Mahendra had eaten one hell of a falaffel that morning.