[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]

	[color=b8860b]"Limb from ...limb, you say?"[/color] responded the Lord Major, a look of anticipatory wonder crossing over his face, [color=b8860b]"By Jove, how astonishing."[/color] It was probably the first time that Gene had said something that motivated him in any sort of positive manner. It was odd that he just glossed over the idea that she was psychic, or that she had experience with the dangerous and supernatural. Much of the time, Reginald lived by an adage penned by [i]‎H. Rider Haggard[/i] about one of his most memorable characters of fiction from the previous century; that he did not believe in ghosts, though he'd seen his share of them. That was to say, he was firmly rooted in the physical world and the laws which govern it, be they civic, social, military, or scientific, and was skeptical of people who claimed connection to the hereafter. At the same time, he was not so much a skeptic as to deny that which he had experienced for himself. Reginald's travels with the military had taken him to many parts of the world, civilized and savage both, and they all seemed to have their own myths that were likely rooted in [i]something[/i] preternatural. 

	Nevertheless, he wasn't drawing from his sense of skepticism in that moment. He heard something about a great monster lurking about in the ruins of this place, possibly even very close to them, that dispatched the un-fleet of foot by barehanded drawing and quartering. A beast of shadow and smoke which stood between them and their guide, whether living or dead, was likely also trapped down here. This sounded positively adventurous. What a splendid way to expire, memorably, and in the service of others. 

	If the intellectuals die, their mission was over. Period. They were the crux upon which this expedition hung, ironically, the keystone that kept the metaphorical archway from collapsing. An old man dies, it wasn't as bad. He'd already signed the documentation that gave the military's assistance, and he'd quartermastered the journey. His batman was fully capable of handling most arrangements in his name moving forward. An old man, a soldier? There were others who could take his responsibilities and be in a better position to fulfill them. Vera or Nora, their geologist Mahendra, or even the social abilities of Josephine would be harder to replace. So much less expendable than the Lord Major. 

	Reginald unclipped his sword scabbard from his belt and held it by its throat, as if readying for a quick draw. Likewise, he unclasped the catch on his revolver's holster, removing one of the two stops necessary to retrieve his weapon. ‎In a much more sober tone of voice, he spoke aloud, [color=b8860b]"Our mission might die here, if we do not uncover that which we require. Should we have to run, [i]protector[/i], see to their safety."[/color] Not that he was amazingly confident in a slip of a girl to face down monsters unnamed and the forces most supernatural, but it was spoken to the rest of the group as much as to Gene. Plus, the Lord Major had seen enough in his decades of combat not to fully judge a book by its cover. He said nothing of why he might charge another with the protection of their group, even temporarily or in jest. He did look preoccupied. It was like Reginald was waiting for something.

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Character's current location: Athribis, Underground
Character's attempted actions: Keeping senses as sharp as possible to observe surroundings
Any and all skills being used: General Observation
Why each skill is being called: To essentially keep watch
Desired location of the character: Remaining with group
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[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 -> Elite Deck) 
[color=bdb76b][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A [/center][hr][hr]

	[color=bdb76b]"Heavens yes, that's got the ring of crackerjack planning, Lady Munn! Going with strengths and whatnot. Miss Clarke is [i]positively[/i] the right one for a bit of interpersonal wool-pulling, [i]if[/i] you take my meaning, m'Lady!"[/color] He nodded vigorously, adding a knowing wink toward the end of his monologue. [color=bdb76b]"And worry not! I shall continue to display the [i]very image[/i] of a boisterously vocal, vacuous [i]dunderhead[/i] with the social acceptability of a floppy, well-trained Saint Bernard."[/color] 

	It was time to head back out. Onward and upward, as the saying went, which went fully along with the fact that they had to traverse the deck a ways and ascend a flight of stairs. Reddish did note the look shot to him by Josephine, and tried hard to put on a confused and innocent look that probably came off a little risible. His intentions were honorable, mostly. A tiny, childish part of him did enjoy hobnobbing with the aristocracy, be they ennobled or of the Hollywood elite. After all, at Reddish's heart he was just a kid who from a horse ranch in Middle England. He never expected to do over half the things he did in his life, and this little adventure was quite the experience indeed.  

	Keeping to the ploy, Reddish sidled up to Josephine and wondered aloud in support, [color=bdb76b]"Oh absolutely! Bloody haze making things perilous. Well, I daresay if we follow the deck 'round the perimeter, we're bound to locate those blasted stairs eventually, Miss Clarke. I do hope everything is alright."[/color] In a quieter voice, he asked, [color=bdb76b]"But do tell me, if you would, who do you suppose you'll recommend to play us in the movie? I mean, you simply [i]must[/i] turn this into a story, yes?"[/color] Despite the Corporal's appearance of being the fool, he was actually keeping tabs on their environment. The last thing they needed was to be taken by surprise by something unexpected, be it the crew, the villains aboard, or something more sinister. 

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Character current location: Boat, Elite Deck
Characters attempted actions: Watchdog
Any and all skills being used: General Observation
Why each skill is being called: Keeping tabs on surroundings
Desired location of the character: Following along with Vera and Josephine, hopefully up one deck. 
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