[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=b8860b]Reginald Keystone[/color][/b][/i][/h1] [img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/bee7cdf3-093c-430b-91b1-6433cbfb2ac7.gif[/img][/center] [hr][center][color=darkgoldenrod][b]Location:[/b][/color] Benha (Train to Athribis) [color=b8860b][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A [/center][hr][hr] The Lord Major gave a warm smile and nodded toward Lauren as she announced her presence on board the train, offering a cheerful chirp of, [color=b8860b]"Very good, Miss Ridgeway! Now we've our party. We should be underway momentarily."[/color] He gave like notice to Mahendra who piped up with his own militaristic response. [color=b8860b]"Good show, sir. Positively good."[/color] During this time, he took the opportunity to give the train a good visual once-over. Following this, Reginald perked an eyebrow at Gene's choice of seating. The old man was fairly sure that George's dear sister wasn't too horribly fond of him, though for the life of him he couldn't really tell why. Perhaps it was the sheer, undaunting [i]Britishness[/i] of his character; sometimes he had that effect upon Colonials. Nevertheless, he squared his jaw and retained the very image of his culture's Stiff Upper Lippedness in the face of most certain annoyance. He was a gentleman, after all, and a Lord of standing. [color=b8860b]"No no, Miss Benaszewski,"[/color] he responded politely. [color=b8860b]"By all means."[/color] He would have made a motion toward the seat next to him, but it was already occupied by the moderately perplexing woman. Now, back to the conversation about horses, a topic of which Reginald did have some experience. Or the first attempt at returning to it, for as he opened his mouth to speak further on the matter, the train gave its initial lunge associated with forward movement. [color=b8860b]"Ah, and here we're off. Most excellent."[/color] It seemed that circumstance had the occasion to delay his further discussion of matters equine, even despite J.C.'s observations of the American Mustang (of which the Lord Major was keen on making comment), the setting was interrupted by the attentions of a fuzzy orange tomcat. It seemed that they were everywhere these days, cats. Reginald didn't mind them so much; they seemed more or less clean and kept to themselves, though a cat underfoot while attempting to navigate stairs might make the day significantly more adventuresome. And painful. [color=b8860b]"Ah yes, you seem to have run afoul of the local fauna, dear boy. Ah, there are worse things in this country to hop in one's lap, believe you me. ...camel spiders, indeed... eh, no matter."[/color] He shuddered, his memory then roaming to another "lap companion" that gave him pause. [color=b8860b]"Hmm... trouser lice. Filthy buggers, those..."[/color] He let his eyes glaze over as if in horror of the memory of something, turning about to stare off in the distance. An involuntary shudder seemed to pass through the man, though in truth he was paying attention to the additional commentary from Bella. Emphasizing [i]new[/i] friend, which he found a little odd. Mentioning Bastet, a name which he had heard a few times recently in relation to their Fellowship quest, and the part about the cats being underworld guardians. It made him think about that last strange dream that he had about the clash of inhuman armies and a jackal headed general, the removal of his heart, and various other oddities that had happened to them all recently. The deaths. The close calls. Then Nora's recent thoughts about the improbable occurrences that kept happening to and around them. Perhaps he should invest in a pet cat. [hider=Roll Request] [b]Reginald Keystone[/b] Characters current location - [i]Train to Athribis[/i] Characters attempted actions - [i]Taking note of the people around the group[/i] Any and all skills being used - [i]Observation[/i] Why each skill is being called - [i]Trying to notice anyone who could be following them[/i] Desired location of the character - [i]Not relocating[/i] [/hider] [hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=bdb76b]Haring Reddish[/color][/b][/i][/h1] [img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/f6611e5c-28a0-4dbd-9f8f-af82bcb80809.gif[/img][/center] [hr][center][color=darkkhaki][b]Location:[/b][/color] Benha (Bazaar) [color=bdb76b][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A [/center][hr][hr] The plan was to be seen looking around the Bazaar, doing touristy things, picking up odds and ends in such a manner as to alleviate suspicion and have the awful bastards offload the watch. If the watch could be located, then perhaps the seller could as well. And if the seller could be pointed out... well, the less savory portions of Reddish's personality might get that dust-off for which it had been so patiently waiting. Giving a glance to Josephine and considering their more recent conversations, Reddish thought that if the offending villain was caught, the starlet's plans for them might be far, far less appreciated than his own. All the same, the odd, slender man had no intention of getting fleeced by the local hawkers over a clothing option, even if it was just for cover. Though he did just [i]adore[/i] those colors... But that [i]price[/i]. No, it was more likely that a person who traded in places like this would be accustomed to arguing for the best price, idiot or not. Tourist or not. A man who didn't haggle at least a little might be viewed with suspicion. He began his tactic by turning to Josephine and asking, [color=bdb76b]"Did you hear that, Dumpling? Man thinks I'm after his bloody first-born!"[/color] He turned back around to the merchant, trying to vocalize with but a hint of sarcasm, [color=bdb76b]"I'm sorry, sir. There must be a misunderstanding. I'm wanting to buy that [i]one outfit[/i] with the dangly bits on it, right [i]there[/i], see?"[/color] He pointed toward the item in question, continuing, [color=bdb76b]"Now, if you're selling [i]ten[/i] of them at that price, I'm your guy, sir! Or five for half of that, I'm not so picky. Just the one though, thank you Guv."[/color] British sterling was still strong against Egyptian pounds, but that price was [i]painful[/i]. Reddish's lowball slanted far away from a fair(ish) price, though not as massively as the merchant's outlandish opening salvo. Maybe he'd pay a touch more than it was worth. Maybe that might loosen up his tongue for other lines of inquiry concerning good places to pick up recently acquired personal timepieces on the cheap. Likewise, his bubbly dumbassery might draw attention away from the actions or observations of his significantly more eye-drawing companion. [hider=Roll Request] [b]Haring Reddish[/b] Characters current location - [i]Bazaar[/i] Characters attempted actions - [i]Dealing with Merchant[/i] Any and all skills being used - [i]Arabic[/i] Why each skill is being called - [i]Understanding the man, and any background conversation that stands out[/i] Desired location of the character - [i]Bazaar[/i] [/hider]