[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]

	Seeing yet another American emerge from the darkness reminded Reginald of some dreadful written work he had read years ago and mostly forgotten the details therein; yet the general plot consisted of some manner of loathsome replicating creature inhabiting the unrighteous or ribald members of the London underclass. In the story, they would slink around in dark places and prey upon the more genteel, educated persons of higher society. It was all a huge work of classist propaganda designed to make the middle and upper classes feel better about themselves and commit to virtuous lives, rather than take to slumming among their lessers. Nonetheless, the scene unfolding here was beginning to seriously tweak the Lord Major's sensibilities. 

	[color=b8860b]"St. Swithin's balding armhair! We haven't the time and I haven't the patience for this harlequinade and tomfoolery as we all bandy about pointlessly! All those who prefer lambasting one another with no clear end in sight may stand [i]thusly[/i] whilst the remainder of us follow the educated lead of Miss Kingston."[/color] This was a time that he really wished their expedition leader, Vera, was present. This was technically a situation within which he had no previously agreed upon right to give orders. 

	 [color=b8860b]"Miss Ridgeway, thank you for volunteering your service. It would be much appreciated. Do be careful."[/color] It was a piece of wisdom to have a representative back at the boat to protect their interests and keep their group traveling in the same direction at the same time, overall. [color=b8860b]"And as for you lot,"[/color] he mentioned to the very recently arrived newcomers, [color=b8860b]"come along then. I shouldn't want you slinking about in the darkness to our rear. It should only serve to get yourselves trampled when we all begin running for our lives later on. Now, if there are any more of you, do have them show themselves. [i]Mr. Zalil[/i], thank you so much for your considered opinion and I am sure it was a misunderstanding. [i]Miss Benaszewski[/i], please continue protecting us as only you can."[/color] Reginald cleared his throat, and continued in a more personable tone, [color=b8860b]"Now... I shall follow the lead of Miss Kingston. Miss Kingston? Please, at your leisure. Let us continue away from this depressing location."[/color] 


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

	A bit of color made Reddish's face ...[i]reddish[/i], after Josephine made the grateful but otherwise generally commonplace gesture of giving him a quick kiss on his cheek. You'd have thought he was a bashful schoolboy by his reaction, which bordered upon the positively shy. The otherwise brash yet stalwart Corporal stuttered through a reaction statement,  [color=bdb76b]"I, ah, that is to say I um... Think nothing of it, ah, Miss Clar..."[/color] A goofy, satisfied smile was plastered across his face as he stepped backward, his legs apparently having trouble keeping his body upright. Reddish's head swam back and forth ever so slightly and his eyes began to flutter. For all intents and purposes, it looked like that kiss, possibly coupled with his earlier head trauma, was putting his lights [i]right back out[/i].  

	Reddish slumped back onto the wall behind him, his smile never leaving his face. He began to slowly slide down, content in the entirety with his life in that second, until the sudden cry of Vera seemingly roused him like a spike of adrenaline. The Corporal immediately gumby'ed his body back to a ready, fully standing position, the blush and smile transforming into a steely, clear-eyed vision of aggressive duty. It might not be his task in any official capacity, but Reddish had some [i]Corporaling[/i] to do. 

	[color=bdb76b]"Right-o! Mission continues, then. We've the name of the person occupying this stateroom and the recovery of the watch and book, to things which had to have been taken separately and thusly points to either a conspiracy or a person targeting our group, unless I've missed an option. Lady Munn, if you would please share, what does the missing bit contain? P'raps it may provide a clue as to the intentions of our assailants."[/color] The Corporal had a way of altering his observable personality depending upon the situation. It was either a talent or a mental illness, one could hardly tell sometimes. 

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[color=bdb76b]Haring Reddish[/color]  
Characters current location - *Thief's Stateroom*
Characters attempted actions - *Lightbulb Moment*
Any and all skills being used - *Investigation/Espionage*
Why each skill is being called - *To take available information thusfar in their investigation plus observations around the room and link it to a rational, useful conclusion*
Desired location of the character - *N/A*
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