[hr][center][h1][color=007236]Mahendra Huq Zalil[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][Color=007236]Location:[/color] Second Deck (Personal Cabin) 
[Color=007236]Skills:[/color] N/A[/center][hr]

Dreams are an interesting concept to think about, isn't it? A state of mind for the human body to freely sail from the oceans of reality and fiction, but never be entirely certain which is which. Mahendra's case was perhaps no different, as the shores of England warped into a mixture of colours and shapes he could only relate to something divine and ultimate, yet completely comprehensible for him. It was as if he felt the presence of someone...something watching carefully over him as Mahendra involuntarirly jumped into the sea of a thousand colours, into the unknown. 

The bottomless chasm of unfathomable, yet tangible matter gave way to the sound of voices speaking in strange tounges. Mahendra did not understand, but could slowly feel the air below him evaporate, only to be replaced by the firm feel of something to sit on. The ground? A chair? A bench, with a long table before it. A lecture hall. The Indian man, formerly a merchant's son and a soldier, was now a student, but a student of what? The tounges, their now visible eyes all looked to Mahendra for answers to questions he didn't understand. But the presence he felt before now revealed themselves to him; Saraswati, the Goddess of Wisdom and Knowledge, held her wise eyes over him and helped him to understand. Earth? The ground, deep below...He now understood, and could finally answer in that same tounge. 

Yes, he knew the answer.


[hr][center][h1][color=#255DB3]Richard Barker[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][Color=#255DB3]Location:[/color] Lower Deck (Dining Area)
[Color=#255DB3]Location:[/color] Observation, People-Reading[/center][hr] 

What the lower levels of the steamboat lacked in class and the strict social order of the upper money-grabbers of the social elite, it more than made up for in volume, enjoyment and oddities. Richard too noticed the snake-duo, giving Faye a quick look before watching the snake slither around the women to the sound of the music. [Color=#255DB3]"Looks like it. Last time I saw anything like that, an old lady thought it was going to eat her dog. They're harmless, at least like that."[/color] Richard assured Faye, before she answered him about her background. That was the cue for him to be quiet, listen and enjoy his first meal of the day. 

The food and beer was better than expected, but then again how low had his expectatins been when he first took that job? Probably lower than a working girl's standars on a cold December night in Time Square during Mass, but hey it was better than eating out of a dumbster. While Faye began to tell her story, Richard combined his eating and listening with looking around. For what? People with less than good intentions, so to say. Who knew what types of people roamed that Deck, and how attractive Faye and Richard might have seen to someone looking for a quick buck. But his bad-guy scanning provided nothing, perhaps due to his attention being drawn back to what Faye told him. 

[Color=#255DB3]"You mean that she was your sister? The so-called Devil Murder?"[/color] Richard knew that he was stating the obvious with his question, but he had read about that murder when it first happened. Gruesome affair it was, even if it possibly couldn't be true devil worship. Having finished his plate and most of his beer, Richard pulled out a cigarette and searched for a quick way to light it. A candle to his right would suffice, and he turned back to Faye now with a lit cigarette in his mouth. Was it getting hot in there? Probably the spicy food. 

[Color=#255DB3]"It's okay. I'm sorry about her, Faye. Like you say, it's probably more to it than simple Devil worship if she had her wits about her. Probably not anything occult though, just some frantic way of trying to lead the police on a wild goose chase. Damn good one too, gave them more tricks than a car full of monkeys."[/color] Richard suggested as he finished his beer and took another drag of his burning cigarette. But damn it felt warmer than usual, and more smoking too. What Richard failed miserably to notice was the fact that his right sleeve was on fire from the candle. Liar, liar, sleeve's on fire!