[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]

	The supernatural oddities playing about with their environment aside, Reginald was just then giving serious consideration to the possibility that he was suffering through the more colorful parts of senility, or the senseless slaughter to which he was party for the vast majority of his life that was tinted by colorful wrappings of glory and honor had finally caught up with him in the form of a mindbending brain cramp. The only thing that he was able to distinguish for certain from his feelings on the extremely malleable reality in whic he stood was that he was, oddly, ever so slightly disappointed that there wasn't a big scary monster lurking there, ready to devour them. If fact, the initial contribution he gave to the new and exciting setting was a lightly exasperated, [color=b8860b]"Really?"[/color] followed by a heavy, aristocratic sigh and a follow up of, [color=b8860b]"Quite."[/color] On the other hand, this [i]was[/i] turning out to be quite the chaotic piece of events. 

	The explanation that Gene began to give them all did, despite the wonder of the environment refurbishing around them, cause the Lord Major to turn his head with his mouth slightly agape. Truly, he was taking in the flow and nuance of words coming from her mouth, each phrase more incredible than the last as offered explanation. It was capped off by the abrupt drop of assertion that their guide, Bella, was actually a witch. He leaned in a little closer, and in an avuncular, concerned voice, inquired, [color=b8860b]"Ah, Miss Benaszewki? I'd not arrive at this point of discussion without import assigned thusly, but: Do your dear parents know you're smoking that?"[/color] 

	Yes, very strange things were afoot. The explanations were running even in terms of strangeness with the events, and Reginald was not amused. He looked back at the group, [color=b8860b]"Perhaps we've all been tending to our vices a bit much lately. I have seen and experienced too much in our past few days, you see. Too many people have died without purpose or meaning, seemingly for the entertainment of some childish celestial entity that looks to us as ants to be dispatched by magnifying glass. [i]I tire of it[/i]. All of it, and quite rightly so. Let us continue on the only path that is set before us, for whatever good or ill it shall bestow."[/color] He looked to Nora, [color=b8860b]"At your direction, Miss Kingston."[/color] He remained as ready as he could be for whatever trouble was to assail them next, sticking close to the front of the group. Maybe if he was lucky, this would all have been on account of bad booze. He held little hope for this. 

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Characters current location: Athribis, Underground
Characters attempted actions: Remaining alert
Any and all skills being used: Observation
Why each skill is being called: Dangerous situation, keeping eyes and ears open
Desired location: Along for the ride.
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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 -> Sun Deck) 
[color=bdb76b][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A [/center][hr][hr]

	In truth, Haring did feel a little left out, not being part of the grand high preternatural aspect of this journey thusfar. And also in truth, he still wasn't, any more than anyone else on the boat. First Josephine, then Vera, exhibiting these glowy bits on them, be they scars or jewelry passing off light that they ought not be. Fully on the Sun Deck, the idea of holding to the cover story they were using as an excuse to traipse around the ship fell away right then. A lot seemed to fall away from the Corporal. Sharp eyes scanned the Nile's edge, witnessing the change occurring across the land. He might not have understood that this was what Egypt looked like long, long ago, but he did have the presence of mind to realize that something powerful and unnatural was occurring. As it turned out though, it wasn't happening to the ship, directly. This was good. Well, it was satisfactory, considering. 

	He spoke up in a slightly more subdued, cultured voice, expressing his earlier thought. [color=bdb76b]"Whatever this is, Lady Munn, Miss Clarke; the riverboat appears largely unaffected. Likewise, we are supplied and provisioned in redundancy for an expedition."[/color] Though he said nothing in the meantime about it, Reddish's biggest worry at that time was the well-being of the people ashore. Vera and Josephine were safe on board. Apparently, so was the lady in their group that insisted on going into the flower garden by herself instead of track down one of their leads. But if asked, Reddish would stick to the story provided. [b]If asked[/b]. In the absence of further direct order from the Lord Major, his duty lay in seeing to the safety and convenience of the members of the Fellowship, who accepted his presence. [color=bdb76b]"Oh, let us not show the Doctor what's about just yet,"[/color] mentioned Reddish, his ordinary sense of jocularity returning to his voice. [color=bdb76b]"Fellow might have himself a conniption, hmm?"[/color]