[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
[color=b8860b][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A [/center][hr][hr]

	[color=b8860b]"Yes, of course,"[/color] agreed Reginald, speaking to Bella. [color=b8860b]"The sun in Egypt can be unforgiving, quite. Especially on fair, aristocratic skin, don't you know?"[/color] He went so far as to remove his very dignified officer's cap and use it to shield the worst of the sun from Bella's face as they walked along. [color=b8860b]"Sadly, I do not have present access to a parasol, madame. This shall have to suffice for the meantime."[/color] While Reginald could not see the physical reaction (if any) that affected Gene, he did see discomfort in Bella. Quietly, he spoke to her about just that. [color=b8860b]"Miss Bella, is there something which troubles you? Something for which I may provide assistance?"[/color] On the one hand, if they had to continue without their guide, then that was simply that. On the other hand, allowing a lady in obvious distress to continue without appropriate action was positively ungentlemanly. Reginald had many character flaws. That was not one of them. 

	In an attempt to lighten the mood, and while steering in the direction of shade for the betterment of their guide, Reginald spoke aloud, [color=b8860b]"Lad has quite the gift for distraction, that J.C.; though I daresay I do find it ever so slightly tedious to continually refer to the man by his initials. Ah well, it is a thing to which I must adjust if I wish to maintain his friendly acquaintance, I imagine. But I digress. Yes, gift for distraction! I do wonder how the boy managed to initiate a [i]goat rampage[/i], you see. We might have used that bit of tactic against the Boers back in Eighteen and Ninety-Nine! Goat Rampage..."[/color] He chuckled softly, [color=b8860b]"Credit due to you Americans and your outside-the-canister thinking, indeed."[/color] Funny bit of casual conversation aside, they needed to move, and preferably out of the sun for their guide. With these thoughts in mind, the Lord Major continued deeper into the site. [color=b8860b]"I do wonder how the remainder of our Fellowship fares back in Benha proper."[/color] 

[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 (Infirmary -> Elite Deck) 
[color=bdb76b][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Stealth, Investigation/Espionage [/center][hr][hr]

	A slow smile spread across the Corporal's face. It was accompanied by a knowing look that he aimed in the direction of Josephine. He had to give the starlet this: She was handling everything that was being thrown at her remarkably well. A cool head in the face of uncertainty. Not to mention observational skills and a vindictive streak that, if well placed, made her an asset that only appeared to be a liability. There was a twinkle in his eyes as he whispered to her, [color=bdb76b]"Miss Clarke, you simply [i]must[/i] remind me not to cross you later on, hmm?"[/color] 

	It occurred to Reddish that this was the first actual miraculous event that he had witnessed since imposing himself onto the Fellowship. In truth, he didn't know what to expect from these people. The Corporal had his own reasons for being there. Seeing something like this for himself? It changed things a little bit for him. Definitely [i]not[/i] something to put in the report later on. Curiously, it also made him feel like more of an outsider. Or a fraud. These people might actually be part of something much bigger then themselves. Meanwhile, he was just tagging along. Well, he still had his reasons. Just because magic existed, it didn't change that aspect of his presence. So to hell with it. If he was an uninvited guest to all this, he was at least going to help the ones chosen accomplish what they were supposed to. While serving as the right hand of the Lord Major, of course. 

	The Corporal ducked back into the Infirmary and closed the door quietly. [color=bdb76b]"Capital idea, Miss Clarke,"[/color] he said, traversing the Infirmary with purpose. He quickly slipped out of the back door and, holding his hand out for Josephine, surreptitiously made his way down the stairs. [color=bdb76b]"If we are spotted by the staff,"[/color] he reminded, [color=bdb76b]"wave them over. The physician needs help, remember?"[/color] One of the basic rules about being someplace you shouldn't: Always have an excuse for your presence. It even helps if it's believable. The "sick doctor" routine, even if it worked, would nix this chance to investigate, but it would at least keep them in the game overall. Now, the trick was to not get caught. 



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Character current location: [i]Boat, Elite Deck[/i]
Characters attempted actions: [i]Being Sneaky[/i]
Any and all skills being used: [i]Stealth, Investigation/Espionage[/i] 
Why each skill is being called: [i][u]Stealth[/u] - to move nonchalantly without being noticed, [u]Investigation/Espionage[/u] - to continue the investigation/slather their presence with believable bullshit[/i] 
Desired location of the character: [i]Elite Deck, Room In Question[/i]
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