[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=cd5c5c]James Grady[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/110f59a7-f09e-40d4-b96a-9754fb285add.jpg[/img][hr][b][color=indianred]Location:[/color][/b] Tunnels (Cairo, Egypt: October 6th, 1924) 
[b][color=cd5c5c]Skills:[/color][/b] Observation [hr][/center]

	In the midst of the changing levels of light and shadow, James was walking fairly contentedly ad nigh effortlessly. He seemed to have a good handle on himself and his environment, enough so that he was able to give warning and/or assistance to others who were not as momentarily perceptive as himself. Amid his success in this arena, he couldn't help but notice that he would quite possibly have an even easier time of it were he to open himself up to the natural abilities accessible by using his chief Paradox power. That is to say, James was a sort of Wereboar, kinda. Perhaps it was time to have that do some good. Just having those senses available and access to survival instincts of his animal form might be helpful in their situation, too. It might be a good idea. 

	He was about to voice just that idea to the person nearest him, who happened to he Andromeda, when he noticed a level of alarm on her face. Perhaps not alarm, persay, but a look of personal foreboding. Though it was buried under a stack of other memories, James seemed to recall a mention in passing about her dislike of ...exactly the conditions present for them. Perhaps she needed something to help take her mind off of it. Aside from the threat of imminent demise from a powerful and scary supernatural force, anyway. That might seem to exacerbate the situation. [color=cd5c5c]"Hey, Miss Andy? You wanna piggy back ride?"[/color] The question seemed out of nowhere. Likewise, the astute and mildly sarcastic observer might surmise that the statement could mean a couple of things, coming from James. [color=cd5c5c]"You know, take a load offa your feet, go adventurin' in style. If'n I need ya off, I'll do me a little shimmy. A'ight?"[/color] He gave a broad, possibly disarming smile, were it not for the fact that he had a history of mildly inappropriate sarcasm. [color=cd5c5c]"K, here we go..."[/color] 


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Characters current location - [i]Tunnels[/i]
Characters attempted actions - [i]Shift Forms[/i]  
Any and all skills being used - [i]Peccary Form[/i]
Why each skill is being called - [i]To become one with the Bacon (ahem) - To utilize the abilities and senses of the Great Wereboar to better interact with the environment[/i]
Desired location of the character - [i]N/A[/i]
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[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] Tunnels (Cairo, Egypt: October 6th, 1924) 
[b][color=a0522d]Skills:[/color][/b] History, Observation [hr][/center]

	Another glimpse of the surface from below, another shaft of light, be it obscured by this unnatural haze. Gilbert utilized what he remembered about this network of passages, along with cues from above, to pinpoint their location relative to the building that now stood as the Qasr El Nil barracks. Of course, the problem being that, now that they were making some real headway into the tunnels, their sources of light were getting less and less. The Paradoxes had their own means and suggestions on how to fix that, and while he didn't want to stifle their problem-solving capabilities, Gilbert knew that there was a possibility of existing illumination, if they could just reach it. Their opportunities for light were leaving them. 

	As the discussion turned toward the construction of torches to combat the dying light, Gilbert raised a hand and bid the group, [color=a0522d]"Wait, just a moment, please."[/color] He stepped toward the wall and laid his hand upon an outcropping, curious to figure out if this was part of what he had been searching for, since coming down here. No, not the armory. The possible light source. Gil was just about to ask Peter to use his Paradoxical gift to assist, but remembered that he did, in fact, have a mundane solution on deck. [color=a0522d]"Let us save the impromptu torches for a while. I believe we may have something here."[/color] 

	The tall Emendator drew from his experience in using pocket-sized flame producing devices, and let his thumb pass over the striker wheel, applying a bit of specific pressure to ignite the wick thereupon, with the hopes of using this marvel of modern man to kickstart the miracle of ancient man out if its slumber. If this happened to fail, well, there was a charming British fellow who had a knack for lighting things ablaze. 

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Characters current location - [i]Tunnels[/i]
Characters attempted actions - [i]Using a cigarette lighter to get the oil system lit[/i]
Any and all skills being used - [i]N/A[/i]
Why each skill is being called - [i]Really, it's more of an action declaration that a roll request. But it needed to go somewhere.[/i] 
Desired location of the character - [i]N/A[/i]
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