[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=b8860b]Reginald Keystone[/color][/b][/i][/h1] [img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/bded91a9-c816-490a-8fb9-8745db8e4e8e.jpg[/img][/center] [hr][center][color=darkgoldenrod][b]Location:[/b][/color] Athribis (Underground) [color=b8860b][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A [/center][hr][hr] [color=b8860b]"Yes, thank you, quite."[/color] mused the Lord Major, igniting one of Mahendra's torches and clapping his lighter back shut. It was a much better alternative than the smallish flame put out by the converted shell casing. With more adequate illumination allowing the more scholarly of their number to assess the tiles in front of them, Reginald focused his attention there. Not to imagine in any way that he could be of any greater assistance than the minds already on the task; though he did have specific training in codes and cyphers, he did not read the pictographs of the ancient Egyptians except for the odd symbol or two that might have been pointed out by someone else. No, the proper heads were put to the task, such that they had available. The clicking came as serious surprise to Reginald who, by sheer programming of a life of gentlemanly expectations, reached out in the midst of this to receive his flask back from Bella with a proper, [color=b8860b]"My pleasure,"[/color] just prior to her vanishing down a mechanically opened aperture beneath her feet. When the events seemed to catch back up to his ability to process at a decent rate, the Lord Major was aghast. Her man, J.C., had not returned as of yet and he had pledged his service to the younger woman as escort. This was a pledge that others might have taken lightly, but when The Lord Major Reginald Illiam Keystone sets to the task, it is done to the utmost of his ability, even unto notable, glorious departure from this, our mortal coil! Reginald unbuckled his sword and whipped off his dusty grey officer's coat and cap, presenting them to Lauren, along with the answer to her question: [color=b8860b]"We shall continue with the mission, dear girl."[/color] The words had all the noble bearing he could muster. [color=b8860b]"Make sure my [i]Man[/i] gets these if I do not return, and tell him 'thank you' for his service - he now takes my role in the Fellowship. God help Vera and I pray she forgives me..."[/color] He plopped down at the side of the recently opened hole with his feet dangling inside, and with a deep breath (and oddly satisfied grin), called a rousing, [color=b8860b]"Tally ho!"[/color] before entering the darkness after Bella. [hider=Roll Request] Character current location: Athribis, Underground Characters attempted actions: Following Bella Any and all skills being used: Umm... Fortitude? Dexterity? Britishness? Not 100% sure. Why each skill is being called: Jumping headlong into the unknown Desired location of the character: Anyplace but the afterlife. Yeah, down the hole. [/hider] [hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=bdb76b]Haring Reddish[/color][/b][/i][/h1] [img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/3dfa33ad-a5d4-4a36-83f4-7ad368164e70.gif[/img][/center] [hr][center][color=darkkhaki][b]Location:[/b][/color] Benha (Elite Deck) [color=bdb76b][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Stealth, Investigation/Espionage [/center][hr][hr] Well, if nothing else, the lack of decent security aboard this vessel would have to be addressed. Why, they didn't even leave guards in front of the doors, and here there was such a fuss earlier over people staying aboard! Reddish figured that the story would be much, much different in the good fighting men of His Royal Majesty's Armed Forces were involved, yes indeed! No more of this mysterious missing ticket hooey, nor the random ransacking of their rooms for reasons as yet undisclosed, known, or suspected. No more magically disappearing items that were safely under lock and key just moments before, no sir! It was as if no one could ever be able to sleep soundly ever again! Not even if presented with the opportunity. Well, all for the best, he supposed, that he never got the opportunity to work on his gifts of moving quietly nor making trained investigation of the immediate area. He would have been forced to change tactic anyway, due to the calls for help inside of the room - calls from the adoptive niece of the Lord Major himself! Such a thing would not do. As Reddish made ready to pull his service revolver and blow the lock out of the door, he was gently moved aside by Josephine. Stunned by the action, he watched as she proceeded to assault the door with a straight kick (and in stylish shoes, no less!), knocking it open like a ripe melon. She then entered the stateroom and began to handle the situation like a seasoned professional. Stepping inside, Reddish's inquisitive nature got the better of him, as he began to scrutinize details of the room as best he could given the circumstances. As he looked, he remarked, [color=bdb76b]"[i]Sweet Fanny Adams[/i], Miss Clarke! You just booted the bloody door to shambles, you did! Twixt that and the witchy-powers, if you'll excuse the expression, I'd feel safer if you'd be [i]my[/i] escort, and not the other way about."[/color] He turned back around and gave Josephine an impressed look, all the while taking stock of their surroundings. [hider=Roll Request] Character current location: Boat, Cabin Characters attempted actions: Taking stock of surroundings Any and all skills being used: Investigation/Espionage Why each skill is being called: Something seems fishy about the situation Desired location of the character: N/A [/hider]