[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) -> In The Nile!
[Color=007236]Skills:[/color] Stamina[/center][hr] 

For a moment the world was dark. Unable to pierce through the heavy veil of darkness as he struggled for breath, Mahendra wondered for a short few seconds if this was it. Was this how it was going to end? Not in a heroic battle against the enemies of the Empire, India, his family or the Fellowship, but in a titanic struggle against the very forces of Mother Nature? If what the Lady with No Name had been prophetic, then it would perhaps be a fitting end; a man trying to discover the secrets of the Earth through scientific and thorough methods, being swallowed by the very plane in a matter anything but disciplined. Mahendra gatherd the last of the air in his lungs, attempting one last breach of the veils of Death.

Mahendra gasped loudly as he finally reached the surface again. A current had dragged him down for just a moment, but he felt the presence of Death clining tightly around his mortal body. But he was afloat again. In the growing distance he could see the steamboat sail away from him, but also the shouting onboard notifying his dire situation. Lights were turned on him, and somewhere in front of him he saw what had to be a series of life rings thrown to him. But they were too far to reach for him now. [Color=007236]"আমাকে দিন দিন বিশ্রাম দিন, বিষ্ণু!"[/color]* Mahendra prayed between gasping for air and spitting out water, before making a break for it. He swam as hard as he could, channeling his last strength into getting closer to one of the life rings. He felt it first, then saw. His hand touched the solid shape of one of the rings, and with a last gasp he pulled himself through the ring and latched onto it like a cat in water. 

[hider=Translation][Color=007236]"Give me the strength, Vishnu, to live another day."[/color][/hider]

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

Richard didn't say a word to Franklin's wise-cracking, nor to his condecending chuckling and calmly walking way, just staring at the man with a look that could kill. He was fuming, and the temptation to rise up and give the man a good knuckle sandwich was very much present. But instead, breathing heavily as he slowly got up from the floor, still feeling the new ventilation duct in his pants, Richard looked at Franklin. Hard and thorough, like a hawk eyeing its prey. He was going to remember each and every detail of the smartass of a man who had been toying with him for the past half-an-hour or so. If he had just gotten licked by Franklin, he was sure as Hell going to find him later and get the ball rolling into the right hole. 

Once he had gotten up on his feet and Frankling was out of sight, he figured he could remember the most important details. Too bad he was getting too much attention that he comfortable with, and this was a man who got looks just for his nose in a normal day. Right then he'd want a good drink of scotch and a long, calm drive down a good American road, but the ventilation was making all of those things difficult. Embarrasingly so. Richard looked for Faye for a moment, seeing her still talking to that one guy who'd been drinking for far too long he figured, and just gestured to her that he was going downstairs. There wasn't much point in sticking around there, unless he really was changing careers into entertainment. 

Richard walked awkwardly to the stairs leading to the Lower Decks, trying to keep his back as much to the wall as he went. His ticket was still with him, thankfully neither burned nor wet from the night's escapeds, and he was let down the stairscase. That was even more awkward, with his boxers easily showing through that massive rip in his pants. To anyone who gave him that amused look, he gave them a look of [Color=#255DB3]"Fuck off you prick."[/color] and proceeded towards his room.