[hr][center][h1][color=007236]Mahendra Huq Zalil[/color] & [color=#255DB3]Richard Barker[/color] [/h1]
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[hr][center]Location: Athribis (Underground)
Skills: [Color=007236]N/A[/color] - [Color=#255DB3]N/A[/color][/center][hr] 

Before Mahnedra could be given a reply about the his inquiry into the prosepects of a possible mechanism or his discovery of one of the carved-out cats, the issue of something smelling like smoke was raised by several members of the Fellowship, pluss the two newcomers from America. Indeed Mahendra could smell it, but he could nor would use his wits to identify its origins. Clearly others were hard on that task, and he himself was still inspecting the wall with the cat symbol for all it was worth. Looking through his magnifying glass with the flickering light of the torch, Mahendra's mind started to formulate thoughts, possibilities of what this could be…

[Color=#255DB3]"Lord Major, glad to make your aquintance then. Sir."[/color] Richard made sure to repeat the old fella's rank and name in a respectful manner, making an effort not to comment to loudly on his previous comment on mice and the lot being led into a cult of those little rodents. Richard didn't find it particularly funny, but then again Richard hadn't been a funny guy for many years. Rodents, more like the dirty rats of New York following the flute of the Big Cheese himself. Speaking of rats, Richard continued to smell at the smoke and continue his attempt at figuring out just what the Hell it was, when the Indian guy spoke up.

[Color=007236]"You may just so be precicely on the point, Lord Major Sir! The cats are the clue."[/color] Mahendra exclaimed in a restrained excitement, pulling his face and magnifying glass away from cat he had been looking out with his trained eyes. This wasn't merely the symbol of a cat, be it chiseled in deeper or not. This was something different. [Color=007236]"This symbol, the cat. The parts of it can be moved or manipulated, like a code! The head, collar and tail…Miss Kingston, if you would be so kind? If we can put them in the right order, I am certain we can get behind that wall."[/color] Mahendra informed the group of his findings, wiping his eyes with his shirt as sweat dripped from his forehead from having stood with the torch so close, having given up on wiping away the haze. Who knew how long it would remain? For as long as they remained in the ruins? Until they found Belladonna? Forever? [Color=007236]"What do you require of us, Miss Kingston dear?"[/color]

[Color=#255DB3]"With all due respect, Lord Major, I'm pretty sure it ain't my dugans we're smellin'. I can't say for sure what it is, but I still got the bright idea that it's coming from behind that wall your associates are playing ball with."[/color] Richard pointed out to the Lord Major, flicking some ash off his cigarette as if to corroborate his claim. He was sure that if someone lit a cigarette half-way across New Jersey, Richard would be ablet so smell it if he hadn't smoked himself for a week. But today he couldn't make heads or tails of the smoke and what it originated from. It was smoke, plain and simple. But considering everyone smelled it, including himself who was smoking the damned thing, it wasn't the paper stick of niccotine pinched between his fingers. [Color=#255DB3]"But you may be right, ol' Sir, the smoke can't be anything good…"[/color] Richard continued, turning back to Faye in realization that she mentioned gasoline as a possible source, before holding up the cigarette in front of his eyes. [Color=#255DB3]"…Aw, shit…"[/color] He muttered to himself, tossing the cigarette to the ground and killing the flame with the heal of his shoe. Better safe than sorry, right? [Color=#255DB3]"So, anyone going to pet the cat? Faye? What do you think?"[/color]