[hr][center][h1][color=007236]Mahendra Huq Zalil[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][Color=007236]Location:[/color] Benha (Docks -> exiting to Trains)
[Color=007236]Skills:[/color] N/A[/center][hr] 

Whatever patriotic duty-infused delight Mahendra might have felt vanished in an instant as soon as our beloved geologist-gone-assistant lay eyes on the lady, who of which was the companion of J.C. She, it was her! Mahendra's eyes, face and whole posture froze colder than a poor man from the Subcontinent being thrown into the cold waters of the river Nile. Standing in front of him, J.C. and the honourable Lord Major, stood the very same lady who Mahendra had followed the previous night. The same woman he'd spoken with in cryptic phrases and unknown intentions, moving in mysterious ways on a boat that sailed on the river, as if untouched by the waves. But of all those things, the worst was the last event. 

She had been there when Mahendra fell into the water the night before. Had she been witness to his most shameful accident? Had she seen or heard it? Or even worst of all, had she spoken about his ridicoulous mishap to J.C., who appeared to be her companion? Oh the horror!

Mahendra's brain worked on overdrive on this thoughts, leaving him standing like a fool for a moment while he simply looked at Bella. Then his Bengali bravery kicked his British manners back into gear, waking Mahendra from his transfixed trance and making him appear as his normal educated self, if a bit shaken. Mahendra gave a courteous smile to J.C., as a new member of the little group, then looked back at Bella and gave her a short bow as required of a proper gentleman. [color=007236]"Mahendra Huq Zalil, a pleasure to meet you madam Bella."[/color] Mahendra managed to say through his still shaken demenour, though it was quickly consumed by the presence of the Lord Major!

[color=007236]"Yes, of course Lord Major. It will be an honour very much still, be in it His Majesty's service or not. I shall do my outmost not to dissapoint the dear Lady Munn and my academic credentials."[/color] Mahendra restated his determination to assist in whatever way he could, though now in a less military-esque manner. He was right, the Lord Major, this was not the army anymore. Mahendra wasn't a soldier, but a geologist who just so happened to know a little about Egyptian beliefs. But as the Lord Major stated, Mahendra was the scholar of the bunch, and that he would attempt to fulfill. As the Lord Major began the march out towards the trains, Mahendra followed suit. Not in a marching order as he'd almost wished, but in a casual stride beside the older British gentleman. 
 
[hr][center][h1][color=#255DB3]Richard Barker[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][Color=#255DB3]Location:[/color] Benha (Docks -> Moving towards the Train depot/tours)
[Color=#255DB3]Skills: [/color]N/A[/center][hr] 

Richard let Faye give her his rebuke about his use of the word "magic", changing between looking at her through his dark sunglasses and at the diminshing crowd around them of ants in a anthill with too many different types of ants. Yeah sure she justified her ability to deal with the "occult" with more of the typical mumbo-jumbo that the cheap magicians spewed out on the overly-priced circus acts in New Jersey, but he couldn't bring himself to throw into yet another sarcastic comment, not when she was so adamant on it all being real. Whether or not she could just make something happen, she still believed in it. 

Then again people belived that an old man up in the sky was controlling everything from the weather down to which sorry asshole got the short straw and had to fish out the poor kitty from the shitty sewers, and Richard wasn't overly enthusiastic about that either. Perhaps the difference was that Faye he had to deal with?  [color=#255DB3]"Okay, call it whatever you want then. I just wanted to ask if you had any other ideas of approaching this..."[/color] Richard began to form his half-apologize, half-reality check to Faye, but his words fell out a whole lot easier than the cigarette that refused to let go of his lip. 

Before Richard could fully turn around to face Faye again, she had gone ahead of him, towards the train depot. [color=#255DB3]"Hey...hey! Wait for me!"[/color] Richard quickly hurried his pace behind Faye, a miracle that neither his sunglasses, fedora or cigarette fell off as he went along. He couldn't fault her for being angry at him, much less actually going where he said they should go. But like that? Richard caught up with his younger partner, looking at her not in disbelief, but almost a smile. [color=#255DB3]"I've said it before, and I'll say it again; I like your enthusiasm. Anyhow, like I said before you walzed off to Hollywood and the silver screen; Mr. Gould may never have been here, so we should widen our search. And since you're an...expert in your field, let's be honest about that, I'm not doing this alone. But yeah, let's go check the trains first, the market. A man like Mr. Gould must have left more than a few steamengines and an impression bigger than his moustache in a place like this."[/color]