[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 (Underground)
[color=b8860b][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Fortitude? Dexterity? [i]Britishness[/i]? [/center][hr][hr]

	It was with no small amount of heaving and tugging, not too horribly unlike the story of a silly stuffed bear with an unfortunate sounding name (by today's standards) that had consumed too much honey and became lodged in the doorway of his friend's domicile, that Reginald was removed from the horrible situation within which he had placed himself . That feat of Hundred Acre Engineering took quite a bit to accomplish, in hindsight, and it most assuredly did NOT involve a proper Gentleman and Lord of the British Empire hanging from his unmentionables over a deep deep dark dark deep dark pit. [sub](Kudos to anyone who gets that reference.)[/sub]  

	The direct insults as hurled by various [i]LAUREN[/i] members of their party, though extremely well-founded, were shuffled off to the side of his thoughts as they were voiced mainly while he was suspended by his crotch over a gaping chasm of death. Certain things might be forgiven in hindsight. For at least as long as it took for the [i]rope burn on his anus to heal[/i], anyway. After he finally got back up on solid ground, however, he quietly gathered his belongings back from Lauren. 

	His undergarments were still mostly outergarments, technically, though he maintained enough of his British fortitude to prevent the horror and indignity from etching itself upon his face at the time. He did take to heart the advice of young Miss Benaszewski, considering that, in this instance, hanging about by his fundies was indeed the best case scenario. Visibly, anyway. In truth, he didn't put a lot of stock in the value of his own life, except for what he might do for others. And if he died in the process, hell, that might be a blessing. Still, the adrenaline of the moment, coupled with the continued goat-getting of the young American grated the hell out of his nerves enough to launch him into a row of unrestrained faux laughter as her "joke", with a hearty, [color=b8860b]"[i]HA HA HA HO HO HA HA HA![/i]"[/color] followed by a snarky, [color=b8860b]"You slay me, madame! Harrumph!"[/color] 

	He sighed. His undergarments were still a touch exteriorized, which he needed to attend presently, but first he softened his tone and said broadly, [color=b8860b]"Thank you, thank you all. The bad habits of an lifetime soldier, I'm afraid; please forgive the blundering of an old man."[/color] And more specifically, [color=b8860b]"Quite right, Mr. Zalil. Very inappropriate. Perhaps my time shall be better spent with differing pursuits, until my passing may actually accomplish something."[/color] Reginald took a step or three back, and while he wrenched his clothing back into something less barbaric to his entire pelvic region, he gave something of a once-over to the tile puzzle that the intellectuals were pouring over. Who knew? Maybe something from his days in Engineering or Codebreaking with the Royal Armed Forces might be of use here. I mean, all of this had to be based on something, right? Like modern mathematics came all the way from ancient Greece and Persia, and still of perfect use. 

	Reginald shrugged, shuffling his coat, hat, and sword back in their rightful places. He'd heard of worse ideas. He'd just [i]lived[/i] a worse idea. Damnit. 


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Character current location: [i]Athribis (Underground)[/i]
Characters attempted actions: [i]Examine the tile puzzle from a fresh perspective[/i]
Any and all skills being used: [i]Engineering, Codes/Ciphers[/i]
Why each skill is being called: [i][u]Engineering[/u] to examine the area from a physical/mechanical perspective, [u]Codes/Ciphers[/u] to objectively find a possible pattern or useful arrangement[/i]
Desired location of the character: [i]N/A[/i]
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[center][hr][hr][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, Cabin) 
[color=bdb76b][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A [/center][hr][hr]

	[color=bdb76b]"Why, [i]thank you[/i], Miss Clarke! I do so [i]intimately[/i] enjoy being a person worthy of asset-dom. Lady Munn, do lean if you find it necessary, and have no qualms about positioning me betwixt [i]or[/i] between yourself and danger as a fully serviceable meatshield, if it please m'Lady. Any family of the Lord Major, whatnot and et cetera, you see."[/color] He gave a quick wink in the direction of Josephine, though whether it was a sly wink reinforcing the redoubling of his positive inclination toward the woman or an indicator that if (heaven forbid) he were to catch some ammunition she might use her newfound powers of amazingness to prevent his troubling and messy demise. Perhaps a thing to inquire about later. Or not. The thought process of the errant Corporal was a minefield full of surprises that a classically trained mentalist would pass a kidney stone trying to navigate. 

	As much as he did feel obligation to assist Vera, as well he should given the considerations above, the mismatched adventuring pair of himself and Josephine did not initially come down here for the purposes of seeing to her needs, specifically. Now that she was joining their party, Reddish felt the need to summarize. [color=bdb76b]"I shall be succinct, Lady Munn,"[/color] he began, apparently still not quite able to refer to her as "Vera" without a threat otherwise from a higher-ranking officer or similar, equally offputting condition. He took in a lingering, deep breath in preparation of his summary and began: [color=bdb76b]"Miss Clarke and I went to the Bazaar to locate her grandfather's watch, likewise hoping to find out who took it on the chance that this person was involved with the constant harassment aimed at the Fellowship, only to have the beauteous young starlet assaulted by a shopkeeper because they don't take kindly to women haggling in these parts, the result of which was a slash to her face (which simply [i]will not do[/i], you see) that would have made one justified in setting his place ablaze and micturating upon the ashes afterwards (yet I digress) [i]nonetheless[/i] prompting a return to the boat to have the physician see to her injury, only to find that Miss Clarke engaged some form of divine witchiness to close her wound herself, causing the Doctor to collapse in a faint, giving me the opportunity to locate a paper indicating yet another person aboard two doors down that might have the watch..."[/color] The color of Reddish's face was becoming quite, well, [i]reddish[/i] at this point, but he was bound and determined to get this out in one go. [color=bdb76b]"...ergo causing us to pass near the stateroom just in time to hear your calls for assistance, responded to [i]posthaste[/i] by the..."[/color] He held up one finger, indicating that he was nearing completion and to please not interrupt, but politely as he didn't figure anyone was about to anyway. Nonetheless, his vision was starting to get spotty and he was slowly going down to a knee as he continued, [color=bdb76b]"...sudden surge of preternatural strength from Miss Clarke, yet again evidence of her possible connections to forces [i]most eldritch[/i], only to find you alone in this room; meaning the object of our search [i]and further answers about our plight[/i] very well might be two staterooms over."[/color] His hands were shaking and he was down on both knees now, wavering back and forth as if beaten to a standing knockout by an expert pugilist. Reddish thanked his lucky stars that he had come to the end of is sentence. 

	The shuddering sound of his lungs refilling was accompanied by his bloodshot eyes flying open wide. Simultaneously, his legs both spontaneously unfolded, springing him back to a standing position with naught but a slight bobble to his head indicating that anything amiss had just occurred. Summary down, next came the plan, such as it was. [color=bdb76b]"Seeing as the doctor is or was unconscious, naturally we had to exit to go get help, yes?"[/color] he laid his finger next to his nose and nodded, a clear signal that here is where the chicanery was taking place in the monologue, [color=bdb76b]Which, m'Lady, is [i]precisely[/i] what we are going to let on if discovered. [i]Now[/i], this is a small boat, and it's naught but a small space of time until we're discovered if we're not already, so... two doors down? Hmmmm?"[/color] Reddish cocked his head to the side as he hmmmmm'ed, raising his eyebrows in the process. [color=bdb76b]"As the item belongs to the [i]lovely[/i] and [i]talented[/i] Miss Josephine Clarke, I shall follow her direction on how to proceed, yet I must insist on ensuring the safety of you both in the meantime. That is to say, madames, command me from behind, yes? Let us go."[/color] 

	With that, Reddish peeked his head out of the doorway, attempting to remain hidden while determining if safe to proceed unnoticed. 

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Character current location: [i]Boat (Lauren's Room)[/i]
Characters attempted actions: [i]Ascertain the viability of moving about undetected, and do so if possible[/i]
Any and all skills being used: [i]Stealth, Investigation/Espionage[/i]
Why each skill is being called: [i]Scan the deck outside of the room and hopefully make a move two doors down[/i]
Desired location of the character: [i]Door to other stateroom[/i]
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