[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=a0522d]Gilbert Summers[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/de19d86a-11f6-49d5-87fd-a095e7da61e7.jpg[/img][hr][b][color=sienna]Location:[/color][/b] Babylon Fortress -> Tunnels (Cairo, Egypt: October 6th, 1924) 
[b][color=a0522d]Skills:[/color][/b] History, Observation [hr][/center]

	Gilbert returned to the spot where he had uncovered the origin on the tunnel on the Babylon Fortress side, and reactivated it. Surely the ancient Egyptians had excellent minds for engineering and an eye toward the future; the panel swung back open and the way was revealed. There was another sense of accomplishment about this, a sort of pride that he once belonged to this culture, and others around it, that was capable of building something that still functioned millennia later. He looked to the others as they gathered around, and put some thought into their next series of movements. It had been a while since he had been down here, and it was so easy to lose your sense of direction underground if you weren't accustomed to it. 

	A couple of moments later, Gilbert took the first steps into the tunnel system that any living man likely had in a very long time. The light source provided by Peter was adequate for the meantime, though it did mean that they would have to huddle a little closer than he was extremely comfortable with them being, owing to safety issues. But if they wanted to see... therein lay the tradeoff. [color=a0522d]"I remember that the ancients had a system for lighting. Reserves of oils, staggered and pooled along the sides of walls. They might not still be functional as it has been a great while, but keep your perception aware for something like this."[/color] In the meantime, Gil concentrated on finding the path to the section leading under the Qasr El Nil Barracks armory. Something told him that, despite the concerns of some of their number, there would be more than enough to go around. Whether it was in types they were familiar with wielding, however, was a different issue. 


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Character's current location: [i](Tunnel leading away from) Babylon Fortress, Cairo, Egypt[/i]
Character's attempted actions: [i]Figuring Stuff Out, Keeping Alert[/i]
Skills Used: [i]History, Observation[/i]
Why each skill is being called: [i]To keep ready for anything hostile and/or unexpected, and to properly navigate to where they need to go.[/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] Babylon Fortress -> Tunnels (Cairo, Egypt: October 6th, 1924) 
[b][color=cd5c5c]Skills:[/color][/b] Observation [hr][/center]

	Follow the leader, follow the leader. Or leaders, plural. Then again, now that they were somewhat diminished by circumatance, a thing which was brought up briefly earlier, were they still the undisputed rulers of the Paradoxes? I mean, all they had over them now was thousands of years' experience, coupled with greater fine control over their powers and the deep, native knowledge of the culture they were all stuck inside of for a while, not to mention linguistic skills that allowed them to blend in like a pro. Ok, nevermind. Following the leaders. 

	James took Sophia's question and gave it a fairly logical, albeit simple answer. [color=cd5c5c]"Now, I ain't a man known fo' his high intellectual-ness, Miss Sophia, but I'd 'magine after we get them weapons, we arm ourselves."[/color] He nodded. It wasn't what she probably wanted to hear, but when the answer was likely something long the lines of acting as human bait and trying to kill something that nobody in time nor space has ever been able to kill, it was best not to dwell on things. 

	[color=cd5c5c]"Now now, Miss Andy,"[/color] he continued, looking to the pale woman, [color=cd5c5c]Powers or not, I'd rather have two guns than one gun damn near [i]anyday[/i], an' that's the truth on it."[/color] Metaphorically, of course. James's new abilities lay with knives, escaping holds, and a good bow. He already had knives, though he was sure he might find more when they got there. The rest? Well, it'd be a rare thing, James imagined, for the British Army to still utilize bows and arrows. Still, stranger things had happened. Jame shuffled the foodstuffs and waterskins he had picked up along the way to one arm. Lunches from people restoring? something else not to swell on, lest he be reminded of a Mr. Shaggy an a Mr. Scoobert, finding a sandwich on the floor of a haunted house and digging in. What was the worst that could happen, right?



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Character's current location: [i](Tunnel leading away from) Babylon Fortress, Cairo, Egypt[/i]
Character's attempted actions: [i]Keeping Alert[/i]
Skills Used: [i]Observation[/i]
Why each skill is being called: [i]To keep ready for anything hostile and/or unexpected.[/i]
Desired location of the character: [i]N/A[/i]
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