[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=a0522d]Gilbert Summers[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/e7c07d04-c1a3-4c61-843c-35675a180b1c.gif[/img][hr][b][color=sienna]Location:[/color][/b] Babylon Fortress, Cairo, Egypt: October 6th, 1924 
[b][color=a0522d]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][/center]

	[color=a0522d]"Thank you for joining me; Andromeda, Bartholomew."[/color] said The Hat, walking in a determined manner. It had been a long while (even in the life of an Emendator) since he had been to this place, but the memories were coming back into crystalline focus. He passed from one section to another, curious to note what the ravages of time had done to the place yet impressed that it still stood as remarkably as it did. He passed by a mural, glancing at what was left of the faded and cracked image. He sighed audibly. [color=a0522d]"I liked this picture. It was so vibrant. Hmm."[/color] He shrugged, continuing onward. 

	Addressing the question posed to him by Andromeda, Gilbert said simply, [color=a0522d]"I do [i]not[/i] know that the haze is following The Cards. I know only as much about this as you do, Andromeda."[/color] He grinned a little, taking in the fact that there were yet things he had not experienced. [color=a0522d]"Is that not extraordinary? I do so love the world sometimes. Such a brilliant place."[/color] He looked almost giddy, leading the two of them around to an adjacent room. [color=a0522d]"I wanted you to see this. How it is opened. In case something happens to me, or we are separated."[/color] He slid a panel on the wall to one side with a grinding sound, then rested his hand upon an oval cartouche underneath. The wall parted to reveal a simple stone staircase leading downward into a passage. [color=a0522d]"This is one of a number of tunnels that runs underneath Cairo now. It used to be part of a reaching network, but time... Time changes all things."[/color] 

	Faintly, he could hear the sounds of Cairo turning to the scary and almost riotous. [color=a0522d]"I can only assume that is not good news."[/color] Simultaneously, he could feel another Emendator-ish pull elsewhere, something not originating from Nancy. One thing at a time, though. See to the safety of his charges first. He closed the passage and reset the switch, advising, [color=a0522d]"Perhaps we should get back to the group."[/color] 

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Character current location: [i]Babylon Fortress, Cairo, Egypt[/i]
Characters attempted actions: [i]Remembering Stuff[/i]
Skills Used: [i]History, Observation[/i]
Why each skill is being called: [i]Anything else of use about the fortress[/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/b0c1bca3-09d6-44bd-9e30-4651777b3ef6.jpg[/img][hr][b][color=indianred]Location:[/color][/b] Bazaar, Cairo, Egypt: October 6th, 1924 
[b][color=cd5c5c]Skills:[/color][/b] Observation [hr][/center]

	James continued with his role of brain-addled manservant to the far paler and much more Caucasoid of feature Peter Keystone. In a heavily insulting way, it was appropriate for the time period; James a rural born and raised man of rich, mocha-mahogany complexion, his ancestors considered underclass by the ruling body of the era, whereas Peter Keystone was of alabaster tone, descended of persons with interesting surnames that came with title, handed to them by the ruling body of [i]his[/i] era. Or more specifically, the exact era they were in right at that moment. But strangely, James was having a bit of fun with it. Even started to hum a little tune that turned into snatches of a song.

	[color=cd5c5c]"Oooooohoho, day's never finished...
	Master's got me working...
	Someday master set me free... da-dum-dum dum-dum.[/color]

	Him having a little fun at the growing discomfort of the elder Paradox notwithstanding, James was still staying to his actual role, that of acting as Peter's escort through the hustle and bustle of Cairo. Maybe even partly take his mind off of issues that had to be working his psyche. He couldn't even comprehend coming back to the site of his [i]second traumatic death[/i] and not being rattled a little. 

	The fact that the haze followed them was admittedly disconcerting. Just because he had seen it before did not mean that he was used to it, nor that he wanted it around. The people of Cairo might have agreed with him at that point and this was all new to them. A little freak-out was natural. Even expected. And it even came with the extra added benefit of vastly reducing the cost of local wares with the applied Rioters' Discount. Still, he had to mess with Peter about it. [color=cd5c5c]"You kiddin' me, man? What, 'cause I'm a black man, I'm supposed to start lootin' the place just on account of a little apocalypse? C'mon, man! What, we all carry knives, too? Huh?"[/color]  

	James plastered on a faux offended expression and put his hand on his hips, intentionally brushing the handle of his one visible knife. Then he slapped a sizeable tool pocket along his leg where his other one was kept. [color=cd5c5c]"...shit."[/color] A big smile parted his face and he finally relented, [color=cd5c5c]"Gotcha! Aight, I'll hold the bag. You start shovin' shit in. We ain't got much time."[/color] 
		  
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Character current location: [i]Bazaar, Cairo, Egypt[/i]
Characters attempted actions: [i]SNATCH AND RUN, Y'ALL![/i]
Skills Used: [i]Observation[/i] 
Why each skill is being called: [i]Keeping an eye out for trouble while stealing the most useful shit he can find. And if it's not too much trouble, something nice for Andy.[/i]
Desired location of the character: [i]N/A[/i]
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