[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]"Alibi?"[/color] questioned the Lord Major, as Mahendra broached the topic of how they were to explain themselves were they caught by whomever spoke as authority in these parts, [color=b8860b]"Why, I haven't the foggiest, sir. Perchance if something of the nature were to come up, we might somehow feign ignorance, or blame it upon the [i]dreadful[/i] Egyptian sun."[/color] He offered a couple of possible excuses, but it really wasn't in his heart to be untruthful at the drop of a hat, unless it was to save lives. Reginald was a man of action, once upon a time. Some habits of old fashioned chivalry were hard to break, even if knights had fallen out of favor as of late. 

	Reginald continued acting as escort to Bella, as it was likely the only overt contribution he could make to the group right at that second. His was a skill set that revolved around a lifetime of military affairs; organizing, tactics, and implementing these things on a battlefield or in the air above one. Archaeological digging, hieroglyphics, and the like were not within his wheelhouse. A thing that was, however, was gentlemanly accord of a situation when it was called for. Even if he wasn't completely certain exactly what was going on. Case in point, the moment that Bella mentioned that a drink sounded marvelous, Reginald's free hand was already locating his very expensive-looking flask, designed to contain a deceptive amount of hard alcohol. As he had refilled it the previous day and had not partaken, it was quite full of decent whisky of his home island. [color=b8860b]"If it pleases Madame?"[/color] he offered simply, holding it out to her. He likewise offered the flask to their remaining scientifically inclined member, Nora, with a charmingly befuddled, [color=b8860b]"Oh my, well, yes! Of course, if this is to be of medicinal or scholarly use, then by all means, indulge."[/color] He might not be the expert in this place, but he certainly would find some way to make himself useful.  

	The light was fading in their immediate environment. It was to be expected, inconvenience to their range of sight though it was. As he found a moment, the Lord Major fumbled about before producing a lighter, formed from what appeared to be a formidably large gunnery shell casing. [color=b8860b]"Battlefield souvenir, you see. Better than naught in a pinch of darkness, I'll warrant."[/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 (Elite Deck) 
[color=bdb76b][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Stealth, Investigation/Espionage [/center][hr][hr]

	The descent between decks put Reddish onto a sort of casual-looking alert that one might find present in a periodical illustration adventure strip. He took to his task as only a professional soldier might, until the unfortunate occurred and the heel of his boot slipped off of the next lower stair beneath him, sending the poor Corporal into a barely controlled series of very short plummets. His posterior thudded dully from stair to stair, thwumping in rapid succession even as he struggled to maintain his sense of stealth and decorum, both of which were fast falling away from him with each successive thwump. Reddish did find it a shame; he was doing remarkably well up until that time. Well, pencil it in his diary and give it some thought later on as to how he might never make that particular mistake again; it was far too late to shovel the shite back into the horse, as the saying went. 

	The last smacking of his rump against stair was used to bounce himself back to a standing position, with a little help from gravity and his lanky runner's legs. Back to a standing position, he very unconvincingly confided in Josephine, [color=bdb76b]"Oh, quite alright; it was [i]purely[/i] deliberate, yes..."[/color] before shaking his head [i]no[/i] as a more honest answer, then continuing to move as if to put the whole mess behind him. 

	Reddish heard the noise too, and while it was not their objective it did fit very snugly into the arena of "extenuating circumstances", which would have been otherwise necessary to break from target. It wasn't far out of their way, really; or at all depending upon how one looked at it. And it was the right thing to do. That part helped. [color=bdb76b]"Oh, why [i]indeed[/i], Miss Clarke. But if you would be as kind? Please do not stand directly in front of the door, just in case something is amiss. I'd not [i]forgive myself[/i] if something preventable happened to you. Well, something [i]else[/i], anyhow. Very sorry about that last unpleasantness, of course."[/color] 

	Nearing the door where Vera was allegedly resting, the Corporal eased up along the wall beside it and moved one hand toward his "working tools" on his belt. The other moved up to gently knock on the door, before retreating back. [color=bdb76b]"[i]Housekeeping[/i],"[/color] he said simply, waiting for a response from inside.



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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 avoid notice, [u]Investigation/Espionage[/u] - to continue the investigation and still slather their presence with believable bullshit[/i] 
Desired location of the character: [i]Elite Deck, Door outside Nora's Room[/i]
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