[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=a0522d]Gilbert Summers[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/2d5702c8-fbbe-4a46-a9f6-87334c420d5b.jpg[/img][hr][b][color=sienna]Location:[/color][/b] Babylon Fortress, Cairo, Egypt 
[b][color=a0522d]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][/center]

	It looked like plans were going on without Gilbert's input, which might actually be a good thing. He didn't disagree with the intended business at hand, though a good chunk of him wished that he could take a more active role in the endeavor. He had wanted to supply back at the Plantation before they had gone on this excursion, but the necessity of the moment saw him joining the rest of the group here in Egypt. These points and a couple unspoken concerns had Gil wishing he had something to occupy his mind, or at least his hands, for the time being. Linguistic skills aside, Peter was best equipped to deal with the here and now, or more accurately, this [i]particular[/i] here and now, seeing as he was native to it. At this point, Gil figured that he'd be in England or the United States pursuing a teaching career to pass the lifetimes, under the name Hawkins. (He did like reading R. L. Stevenson.)

	If he was not going to be of more proactive use outside of this place, perhaps he could be of some precautionary use inside of it. This place used to be a fortress a very, very long time ago. About around the time that [i]he[/i] was kicking around in these parts, point of fact. The centuries did start to run together after a while. Maybe he needed to eat more fish. Brain food, right? Eh, well between is history and his proficiency as a warrior, perhaps he could throw together a decent enough game plan in case things got too hot here. Escape route, battle plan, fortification plan, or just good, old fashioned tactics, [i]just in case[/i]. As for Sophia's question, Gil felt that the more steady and pragmatic of the Emendators remaining should field that one, stating flatly, [color=a0522d]"Gio, I shall leave that to you."[/color] 

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Character current location: [i]Babylon Fortress, Cairo, Egypt[/i]
Characters attempted actions: [i]Figuring stuff out[/i]
Skills Used: [i]History, Military Tactics, Observation[/i]
Why each skill is being called: [i][u]History[/u] - Anything that he can get about the Babylon Fortress that would be of use. [u]Military Tactics[/u] - Form a workable plan based upon their surroundings and present resources in case of an attack.  [u]Observation[/u] - To try to notice anything useful or out of place.[/i]
Desired location of the character: [i]N/A[/i]
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[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=cd5c5c]James Grady[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/110f59a7-f09e-40d4-b96a-9754fb285add.jpg[/img][hr][b][color=indianred]Location:[/color][/b] Babylon Fortress, Cairo, Egypt -> Following Peter
[b][color=cd5c5c]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][/center]

	James was kidding about heaving a sack of laundry and acting like an extra in a theatrical presentation of [i]"Song of the South"[/i], but it looked like fate had stepped in the moment that he opened his big mouth in an attempt to be funny. Well, big sack of crap to lug about (or not) aside, if they were to make it with their little ruse, James was going to have to play the role of the subordinate. Considering his personality was ordinarily a little larger than life, he might even be up for an Academy Award for the bullshit he was prepared to endure for his fellows, be they Emendators or Paradoxes. Then, there was the nagging thought that there was probably still a Big Nasty out there somewhere that apparently had a bent for offing people like [i]him[/i]. If they somehow knew that the guy they ripped to shreds was right back in the same place, like a paradox of a Paradox, how badly would they be licking their chops this time? Somehow, the pair of knives he had on his person just didn't seem to be very useful. 

	Prior to exiting the fortress, James held out the bottle of tequila he still had with him to Andromeda, who had mentioned a drink before, saying, [color=cd5c5c]"Yuh huh, we try and be quick. I ain't partial to this field trip anyhow."[/color] He then turned to follow Peter, wherever he might wish to take him. James was careful to make sure that he didn't walk exactly next to him, trailing a little back. At least a half step, if Peter wished to speak with him, but sometimes more. It would not do extremely well for him to be viewed as an equal. Even in North Africa, that might raise questions that they didn't have time to address. 

	As Peter told his summary involving a group of people being spontaneously branded on a trip to a dig site, the only thing he could really think to add was, [color=cd5c5c]"That's funny. While back, that woulda sounded strange, too."[/color] He shrugged, [color=cd5c5c]"Weird how shit works out sometimes, huh?"[/color]                                                                                                                                                                                  
	

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Character current location: [i]Babylon Fortress, Cairo, Egypt[/i]
Characters attempted actions: [i]Keeping an eye out[/i]
Skills Used: [i]Observation[/i] 
Why each skill is being called: [i]To keep tabs on surroundings and try to spot anything off[/i]
Desired location of the character: [i]Following Peter[/i]
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