[hr][center][h1][color=007236]Mahendra Huq Zalil[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][Color=007236]Location:[/color] Main Deck (Open Air Lounge)
[Color=007236]Skills:[/color] N/A[/center][hr] 

[Color=007236]"Of course. Only what is allowed and meant for us is to be found. The earth and it's people hold many secrets to be found, but some can only be found within ourselves."[/color] Mahendra said as he stood up straight from the railing of the ship, noting the small pull in the lady's mouth's corner. Could it be that she approved of his thoughts on the subject, or did she enjoy her little line of puzzling questions that he had to answer? Mahendra could speculate, and so did as he looked away for a moment, twirling his moustache in thought. Her red eyes did not yet escape him, and so was this along the lines of Egyptian superstition? 

Mahendra didn't get the satisfaction of coming up with any answer as the lady offered a goodbye to him and brushed past him. And with such an ease in her movements, gracious and yet quick in pace, that Mahendra was left standing a few seconds simply looking at her. But his wits came about him with him moving after her, calling out to her. [Color=007236]"But my dear madam, could I at the very least know you na-AAAAAAA"[/color] [b]SPLASH[/b]. In Mahendra's haste to aquire the name of the woman, he had stepped into his own two legs and stumbled. Not forward as would have been certainly embarrassing but less dire, but to the side and over the ship's railing. Within seconds he had hit the water, the very Nile that the ship had been sailing gallanty on, and now he was doing his best to swim in. 

[Color=007236]"He...help! I've fallen overboard!"[/color]

[hr][center][h1][color=#255DB3]Richard Barker[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][Color=#255DB3]Location:[/color] Main Deck (Open Air Lounge)
[Color=#255DB3]Skills:[/color]Observation, People-reading, Deduction[/center][hr] 

[Color=#255DB3]"Yeah, fair point there pal. Nothing that a boat can't fix though."[/color] Richard threw back to Franklin's attempt at diverting his question, eyeing the man and the very cigar case he had pulled out of nowhere, like a circus clown pulling out a penny from his ass just to impress the kids. Well Richard wasn't impressed. Questions, questions and more questions! None of which he was really getting any answers to, and it annoyed him. The temptation to do something rash and stupid was growing inside him, but for now he bid his time a little more. Just a little more. 

Richard accepted one of the cigars from Franklin, looking at it with a trained eye while still finishing his cigarette, loosely dangling at the tip of his dried lip. Leaning back in his chair as he examined the cigar, but more intently on Franklin, he both heard and felt his chair creak beneath the sound of the people around them, but payed no attention to it. Was Franklin the type of man to afford cigars? Just who the hell was this Franklin-fella who had spent time in Scotland, then far too long under the sun in Egypt and now in the possession of a female journal and cigars? And why did he ask Richard about his companion? Richard finished his cheap cigarette and dumped it in the ashtray, starting on the cigar as he answered Franklin.

[Color=#255DB3]"Well since you persist, yeah I'm with someone. But they don't care about me turning into a freak-act in a circus, not so far at least. Perhaps they too find it as...intersesting as you, Franklin..."[/color] Richard said with a brief annoyance at the whole situation, leaning one again back into the chair as he inhaled the cigar. Then [b]CRACK[/b]. Before Richard knew it, the chair collapsed underneath him and made him too-well aquianted with the wooden floor of the Main Deck. [Color=#255DB3]"...hmpf..."[/color] Richard muttered, feeling his fuse burn ever shorter with each passing failure. But as if that wasn't enough, he felt his bum touched by the breeze of fresh air, which wasn't normal. His pants had ripped open...