[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] N/A [/center][hr][hr]

	The apparent lack of compassion from some of his Fellows struck Reginald as being highly unlike them. Yes, there was a mystery on their hands. But must they treat the very possible death of someone who was helping them as something trivial? The Lord Major knew that he was a fairly old-fashioned old chauvinist yet, but the the value of a life of a friend shouldn't be so temporary, in his estimation, even in this modern day and age. Truth be told, he was becoming quite annoyed by it. [color=b8860b]"Madame,"[/color] he replied, speaking to Gene, [color=b8860b]"I [i]suggest[/i] that we not callously abandon someone because it is inconvenient. Nor would I suggest card-based divination; I put little stock in it, myself, though if it is a comfort to you I've no objection."[/color] It was an attempt at gallantry in a tense situation. Or what should have registered as one in Reginald's humble opinion. 

	Nora's observation was at least addressing the issue. [color=b8860b]"I agree, Miss Kingston. The possibility is great."[/color] He really didn't know what else to say directly on the matter. The tiniest sliver of hope was raised b their resident Geologist, however. Reginald would take what he could get, especially if there was sound logic behind it. [color=b8860b]"You are suggesting, Mr. Zalil, that the may be a connection further inward? By Jove sir, that smacks of possibility! Let us press onward, if this truly serves a priority with Miss Bella's rescue or... or recovery, such as it may be."[/color] It was true that they were here for their own mission. But he was too much the gentleman to act otherwise. [color=b8860b]"Come along then. Let us venture."[/color] His tone was a bit more somber and serious, as subjects involving death tended to make people. 


[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, Thief's(?) Room) 
[color=bdb76b][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Stealth, Investigation/Espionage [/center][hr][hr]

	When Josephine revealed to Reddish her intended course of action were she to truly feel insulted, that being the sudden and swift smack and/or kick upon his person, the Corporal gave a bashful smile. Maybe even a bit of a blush, it was hard to tell in that light, but he did manage to finally utter, [color=bdb76b]"Oh, Miss Clarke... Promises, promises."[/color] He gave a coy, mischievous smile and winked, but then immediately set to his work. Unfortunately, his ability to move cleanly, quietly, and undetected by the populace at large took a backseat to less graceful movements; Reddish had accidentally knocked a lamp over ans struggled to right it before it clattered about and made too much noise. Then again, any amount of suspicious noise was too much when you were trying to be sneaky. Maybe it had something to do with the odd haze that seemed to settle over everything, like he was back in his family home in Nottinghamshire and a blanket of mist had settled into the lower laying grounds near and about. That was certainly interesting. 

	The attempt at stealth being shot, Reddish instead drew his pistol and opened the bathroom door at a jolt. Odd, he had expected someone to be in this stateroom. But it lay empty. The haze still bothered him - it set his teeth on edge, really. First there was an unnatural cold the previous evening, now this? It was like unnatural weather seemed to follow them. Or this boat. Hmm... The boat was cursed? That would be odd. But no matter. The room was vacated, and so opportunity might be present. [color=bdb76b]"My Lady, Miss Clarke, I would suggest that we quickly and quietly make a search of this room, just in case we something was missed. Otherwise, it would look very conspicuous of us to be dallying about here while we're trying to find help for the doctor, yes?"[/color] Then at a whisper, [color=bdb76b]"Oh unless either of you have a better cover story, I'd be all over it, indeed I would, wot wot."[/color] Wit that, he took to giving the place a scan for anything out of place or useful in their investigation. 

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Character current location: [i]Boat (Unnamed Stateroom)[/i]
Characters attempted actions: [i]Search Room[/i]
Any and all skills being used: [i]Observation, Investigation/Espionage[/i]
Why each skill is being called: [i]Both skills to search the room for anything useful[/i]
Desired location of the character: [i]N/A[/i]
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