[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=c4df9b]Priscilla Harker[/color][/b][/i][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=c4df9b][b]Location:[/b][/color] DttS Fade Between
[b][color=c4df9b]Skills:[/color][/b]  Lore(Occult)
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	If the situation wasn't weird enough, it seems people hadn't ended appearing quiet yet become more showed up. A familiar face at least and some others. She smiled at Mahendra as he called out to them and expressed his joy at seeing them again.[color=c4df9b]" Same to you, friend. Though admittedly, it would have been best if we could have met under better scenic and normal circumstances. Glad to see you still live." [/color]She replied to him in return, glad to also see him. Now her mind was just wondering what had transpired with that bastard Redding and Vera. Why weren't they here? Will they appear here if they wait long enough or have they appeared way before them somehow? What exactly was happening here?

	Then the other man spoke out and introduced himself.[color=c4df9b]" Nice to meet you too, Detective, Miss. Priscilla Harker at your service. Do call me Mosi though. It's what I go by and prefer to be called." [/color]She replied in a greeted and tipped her own hat as well. It seemed the group had quickly grown up to a decently great number. That said, the brief information the others gave her made her frown. Exactly how wide was that haze back then? If her initial suspicion, about someone trying to breach through the veil of the world of the dead, was true, then what kind of power could cause an effect this wide? Occultism was a wide and very complex field of knowledge and she decided that she probably should have spend even more time on studying it. She though to the additional explanation that the people gave her to answer her question. Well this mystery just increased.

	Suddenly a voice spoke out to them. One that was not from the group. Seemed to be coming from the statue. Mosi's eyes narrowed as she turned to face it. Sure enough a man appeared in view. He seemed rather comfortable and by the way he spoke, seemed he was either here a while and used to it or maybe was from here to begin with? Though where was this? The answer to her question was revealed not much later. Her expression froze."[color=c4df9b] Well damn..."[/color] She swore under her breath. The Greek Underworld!? WHY!? Why did they end up in the Greek Underworld?[color=c4df9b]" So one way or another I did end in the land of the dead. Figures. I knew it, surviving the bees and a bullet was too easy." [/color] She sighed, thinking about their situation. So they were supposedly alive and in the land of the dead? She frowned, this was probably unusual to say the least. Could them appearing here be a side effect of whatever was causing that haze?

	As the talk went to trading and so on, Mosi's racked her brain hard, trying to recall anything of use she could about the situation. Any knowledge that would prove some benefits or insights. Suddenly as she looked at the man's face, she recalled something. Baron Samedi and maybe Papa Legba, these were two personas from occult history that resembled the visage in front of them. If what was said just earlier about this being the Greek Underworld, what would this exotic looking man be doing here though? If this one was tied to Baron Samedi however, it would be good. That one lore mentioned could heal and was bringer of life if he wanted. 

	One of the women proposed a pendant and by the sound of it, sounded a little too fancy to be real. This was just weird, where did she find it? Mosi's thoughts ran throug her current possessions and what was on herself.[color=c4df9b]" What would it take to do a good trade? I have very little with me on myself and most of that are either mundane things with little real value or simply sentimental ones." [/color]She asked of him, deciding to directly see what he would request for a trade. That was the best way to judge it. She didn't have fancy items as the other woman, only stuff of little or of personal value. The only thing that had most proper value would be the silver medallion, but even that wasn't anything too special or costly.