[hr][hr][center][h3][b][i][color=#7E5C65]Robert Adler[/color], [color=007236]Mahendra Huq Zalil[/color], and [color=#255DB3]Richard Barker[/color][/i][/b][/h3] [img]https://i.postimg.cc/5trDXzx1/image.png[/img] [img]https://i.postimg.cc/xdQcWkrf/image.png[/img] [img]https://i.postimg.cc/prPNvHWn/image.png[/img][hr][hr][b]Location:[/b] [color=#7E5C65]DTB Fade Between[/color] / [Color=007236]DttS Fade Between[/color] / [Color=#255DB3]DttS Fade Between[/color]
[b]Skills:[/b][color=#7E5C65]N/A[/color] - [Color=007236]Science (Geology), Science (Geography), Lore (Egyptian)[/color] - [Color=#255DB3]Deduction (Investigative), Alertness[/color][/center][hr]

[i][b][color=#7E5C65]DTB Fade Between[/color][/b][/i]

Robert had to turn and give the blonde lady an annoyed look as she told them and the wolf lady that some murder classmate of hers was still out there, and that she wanted to get as far away as possible from them. Though Robert did not, it wasn't the woman herself that annoyed him. It was the mention of a murderer on the loose out there, as if a shadow monster and them fading out of existence wasn't already enough. It had already been a really, really shitty day, so Robert would prefer to just shoot the murderer and get it over with than having to deal with him. 

That was a concern for later however, as the conversations between the various people of the group lit up again. First of was Caesar, who to Robert's little sense of pride remembered his name after having had the spat between himself and Adelaide…Where the Hell was she though? Hadn't she faded away as well? Clearly they weren't going to get any answers, it seemed, as Caesar seconded Robert's fear that they were dead. [color=#7E5C65]"Purgatory? Great…Where's my life-insurance when I need it?"[/color] 

Robert turned back to the wolf-lady straight out of a Fantasy Convention as she answered her question. Sort of. The presence of a huge wolf, possibly ready to devour them on the spot, kept Robert from throwing a sharp comment towards her and "strange" clothes as she herself put it, only muttering to himself something akin to [color=#7E5C65]"…Fine, never liked hairy hobbits after all."[/color] Then when she commented on Caesar's mention of Purgatory, something clicked in Robert's mind. Something, first from back in Adelaide's book store, then out in the street of Grimm; First was the similarities between the thought that this was Purgatory or something, and Adelaide's stolen book about the Underworld. Second was the dice Mali had thrown at the shadow monster, and a Celestial Dice…if there was a connection, it couldn't possibly be true, could it? 

Robert scratched his head with his free hand, taking in everything that was going on both around him and in his mind. [color=#7E5C65]"If we're going to talk, could we in the least do it somewhere other than here? This place is giving me the creeps."[/color]

[b][i]DttS Fade Between[/i][/b]

Mahendra didn't take to heart many of words and phrases Gene spoke of, his attention turned at the moment to the attempt of getting them forward. They had to move forward, move back, move somewhere to get out of this mess of cosmic propotions! Or else they would fade into oblivion or something far worse, and Nora's noble actions all in vain. Armed with Nora's notebook and all his experience from both the academic and practical world, Mahendra, tried to find the way forward. Forward, into nothing, as he couldn't make any sense of the shifting world around them. Fading. Disappearing. With the last resemblence of this world of the underground changing around him, Mahendra had to concur to Gene. [Color=007236]"I do not know…Dear gods, show us mercy."[/color]

Richard wasn't getting any bright ideas in his head either, looking around for any signs of the monster that he was supposed to piss his pants for, according to Gene. Now the ever shifting walls and ether around them was enough to make any sane man scared shitless, if it hadn't all been too much for Richard's brain to comprehend fully. Someone might say that his mind failed to grasp the true horror of them fading away, instead telling him that "this wasn't right". Scary, yes, but not horrific. Richard looked over at Lauren as she agreed with him, puffing out a cloud of smoke from his nose, before looking over at Gene with his final words before the whole world changed. [Color=#255DB3]"If we ever meet that Destruere or whatever you call them, don't stop me from giving them a solid piece of my mind."[/color]

Then all was different. Silent. Dark, grey, foggy, everything and nothing. Mahendra couldn't place space or time as his eyes desperately tried to find a solid point to focus on. What to focus on when all was a black sky? Then once he finally found something to lay his eyes on, he wish he hadn't. A skeleton stood armed with a schythe, staring down at him from a black rock. For a moment Mahendra feared the worst, having been taught the concept of the Grimm Reaper from his English schoolmates in Oxford. Was this his time? Their time? His fears subsided once he saw the two familiar faces of companions not seen for a few hours, though at this point it felt like years. [Color=007236]"Mosi, Miss Clark! You're alive! Oh, it is good to see you."[/color]

This felt like a slow walk through a dingy New York alley on a cold autumn's night, and Richard didn't feel like getting shanked that day. His whole body was tense as the darkness enveloped them, before the sound of crackling flames could be heard in the distance. Light, emanating from torches in iron cages, like in a bad production of Hamlet. The skeleton wasn't a pretty sight either, though Richard took comfort in hearing Faye state it was only a statue. [Color=#255DB3]"Well it certainly ain't a pretty skeleton. One hell of a way to great us, wicked indeed."[/color] Richard replied to Faye and Gene's words, finally turning to look back at his unlikely companions. Who now were added by two, sounding like fellow Americans to him. [Color=#255DB3]"Ah…how do you do, ladies? Richard Barker, Private Detective, and Miss Masterson, partner."[/color] Richard asked Mosi and Josephine, lifting his hand with the cigarette up to his hat and tipping it for them. Great, more women. That always was a good sign for trouble. 

Mahendra had to agree with Lauren in his judgement of their location. Hell sounded like a possible answer, though he certainly wished she wasn't right. [Color=007236]"For once I hope you are mistaken, my dear Lauren. But yes, where is Lady Munn? And Miss Kingston? Have you seen her? The Lord Major and his Corporal?"[/color] Mahendra asked Mosi and Josephine, who clearly had arrived in this location before them. Wherever this place was. Mahendra began to turn around, his eyes going over the visible areas as he pocketed Nora's notebook. If he could just figure out where they were, perhaps they had a chance of finding some answers? Again Mahendra turned to his knowledge of the academic world and all the knowledge he possessed, looking around for any signs as to where they could be. Rocks, soil and dirt, anything. And nothing came to him, just dirt and more dirt. [Color=007236]"I am afraid I am coming short of an answer, Mosi. But yes a haze came upon us all, strange it was."[/color]

Richard on his side turned for a moment to look at Gene, Nancy or whatever she wanted to be called. He wasn't too troubled by the fact she had gone by a different name back in the tunnels, people lied like that all the time. [Color=#255DB3]"No, New Jersey sounds just about right to me. Less skeletons and deafening silence, but not far off."[/color] Richard commented, beginning his own little investigation into the area. Not as much where they were, but more where they should be going. Sticking around didn't seem like a good idea to him, it never did, and in his experience getting a move on was for the best. Richard started to walk around the group and their general area, puffing his cigarette as he looked around for anything that stuck out to him and his detective nose. The problem was that the fog obstructed too much of the distance, making it too hard to see where they should head. Richard didn't say anthing of it as he returned to the group, hearing the woman asking about the haze and the Indian fella answering. [Color=#255DB3]"Not just a haze, a smell too. Smoke. This stinks too, like a whorehouse at low tide."[/color]