[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=b8860b]Reginald Keystone[/color][/b][/i][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=darkgoldenrod][b]Location:[/b][/color] Athribis (Train Station)
[color=b8860b][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A [/center][hr][hr]

	The good and upstanding Lord Major stepped in a very lively manner from the train car, positively giddy at being alive and on this little adventure. Remaining stagnant in Cairo for what seemed like ages since this clandestine mission had fallen into his lap was not doing any favors to either his temperament nor his well-being. Getting a little desert air mixed with train exhaust reminded him that there was still a world of things unexplored out there, and he was getting back out into the middle of it. [color=b8860b]"Wouldn't it just be smashing..."[/color] he mused quietly, moving to join J.C. and Belladonna off to the side, to await the rest of their group, [color=b8860b]"...if I never returned at all?"[/color] He gave a quiet laugh and shook his head. [color=b8860b]"Ah, very sorry,"[/color] he said, feeling rather foolish. [color=b8860b]"A bit of boyishness held over from days already spent."[/color]

	Hoping for a quick change to topic, Reginald perked up his demeanor to something a touch more cheerful and inquired, [color=b8860b]"Well, being as I am not of sufficient qualification to decide our route, I should wonder who of our number is, hmm?"[/color] In a quieter voice, he offered his opinion, [color=b8860b]"Though I dare not believe it is the chap [i]offering[/i] the tours like a streetcorner haberdasher. I've no patience for playing the seasonal tourist, quite."[/color] Yes indeed, this was the nexus point between preparation and actually adventuring. They were there to gather new information to aid them on their travels, while simultaneously visiting a new spot with new people. All they needed now was a more or less charming swordfight to really get the old man's blood moving. 



[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=bdb76b]Haring Reddish[/color][/b][/i][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=darkkhaki][b]Location:[/b][/color] Benha (Docks)
[color=bdb76b][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A [/center][hr][hr]

	Once the tickets had been handed over and Josephine was given instruction to perch on a crate, Reddish began to slip back to his usual temperament. The sudden departure into rational, serious behavior in the face of an emergency was fading, replaced by the more quippy, overly British nature that people of the Fellowship had come to know and ...barely tolerate... though he maintained position next to Josephine, his body providing a barrier between her facial injury and most of the people passing by. Just a touch of discretion; there was no need for people to gawk nor should she be subjected to it from strangers. Otherwise, he seemed more positive, bubbly, and mostly oblivious to his surroundings, like an extra in a comedy show involving soldiers of the Crown. [color=bdb76b]"Oh, not a thing, not a [i]thing[/i], Miss Clarke! These strapping lads are showing respectable maritime discipline, they are, giving it a wait for permission before ferrying us aboard! Indeed, madame, requesting permission before just mucking about half-cocked is the [i]cornerstone[/i] of a good unit, unless acting upon orders standing."[/color] He nodded vigorously and extended the men a heartfelt [url=https://media2.giphy.com/media/5S8DteXgMdBp6/giphy.gif]golf clap[/url]. [color=bdb76b]"Bravo, sirs! Bravo!"[/color] Reddish looked back to Josephine and gave her a quick wink. Was he actually this obnoxious or was it an act to lull the general public into thinking he was a blithering moron? It was difficult to tell. 

	Upon the return of the Captain, Corporal Reddish accepted the tickets back and slid them into the breast pocket of his issued khaki drill overshirt. He listened intently to what the ready Shipmaster had to say, and moreover, the seemingly lighthearted response from Josephine. Yes, indeed. Maintain a level and jovial exterior, it was quite the appropriate response to an occasion meant to make one cower and find a level of social standing of someone lesser. Granted, back out in that same social group, such an action might be deemed unwise, but the mere showing that it hadn't dampened her spirits too much was a good thing to witness. Even if it was a bit of playacting. [color=bdb76b]"Indeed it is, madame!"[/color] agreed the Corporal, with measured enthusiasm. [color=bdb76b]"Indeed [i]it is[/i]. Though it be not the fullest extent of your value, be it here [i]or[/i] the measure of your professional activities, your darling face is the [i]very business card[/i] that you metaphorically slip into the palms of those who would employ; and oft the expressive mirror of your public persona. I am sure the ship's doctor will make proficient work. But fear not! Unless I am mistaken (it has been known to happen from time to time), the good Captain was speaking to one of his lads about remaining here. I am, as I have promised earlier, [i]at your service[/i], Miss Clarke."[/color] He flashed a quick smile at both Josephine and the Captain, though quickly followed up with the proviso, [color=bdb76b]"Or unless you do not wish my presence at the moment. I which case, I shall remain here. Otherwise..."[/color] Reddish motioned up toward the boat, [color=bdb76b]"I shall follow after my betters."[/color]