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[/color][hr][b][color=998849]New York, New York, USA: November 5th, 1943[/color][/b][hr][hr][/center]
	* Will update next round

[center][hr][b][color=998849]Babylon Fortress, Cairo, Egypt: October 6th, 1924- Maybe? Maybe Not? [/color][/b][hr][/center]
	[color=998849]Special Note: That Haze will remain until further notice, so make sure to keep to it. ^_^[/color]
	Okay, all weird types of shit is happening. We got one person smelling sulfur. Now, normally if one is under where there is supposed to be a military base in the late 1800's/early 1900's this isn't a huge thing. Throw in that we now have one Emendator telling us that you are not under said barracks, that could be a problem. Not to mention the smell of sulfur for Emendators is never a good thing. It's like hearing a woman go "fine", a redneck yelling "Hey y'all watch this", or the house going quiet with a toddler in it. It never ends well. Smell of sulfur for an Emendator usually only means one thing - Destruere. And on top of all of this, we are losing the top of the damn cave/tunnel/building. Like it is being faded out by some demented peeping Tom with Photoshop World 2.0,just turn that layer mask off. (Forgive me I haven't had enough coffee today.)
	
	So yeah, red flags. Bad things. More people are going to start smelling the sulfur now. More voices are coming your way - [Color=007236]"Vera, Lady Munn?"[/color]

	[color=bdb76b]"One bullet might not. Twenty might, I'd bloody wager. I'm after supplies, who's with me?"[/color]

		 [color=#9370DB]"I'm not sure - others like me are near."[/color] 

	[color=cyan]"Your ass should be fucking dead I killed you a mother fucking year ago!"[/color] 

		[color=00ccff]"...Are we dead?"[/color] 

	[color=ed145b]"Duck and cover fuckers!"[/color]

	Peter feels as if his head is about to spin off as it keeps snapping left and right, trying to see where the voices are coming from.Turning left, turning right, looking up, looking down. Yet, all the while, while he is looking he hasn't noticed something personal. The edges of his fingers and the top of his head seems to be pulling the same magic act that the ceiling is going through. Did someone snap their fingers?