[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][hr][color=#7E5C65]N/A[/color] - [Color=007236]N/A[/color] - [Color=#255DB3]Deduction (Person)[/color][/center]

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

Robert hadn't necesarrily liked Mali from the first time he met her. Hell, he had barely exchanged a word with her during her and Zoie's little visit to Adelaide's bookstore, or when they met again in Grimm. But her telling him to shut up wasn't helping in her cause, if she wanted to be liked. Not that he thought she was trying, but still. Robert gave her a brief glare, not having time to add anything to the conversation or telling her to go fuck herself, but the glare would have said enough. Clearly Kyra too had to be rude about it, telling him to walk anywhere else. Jesus, what was her fantasy-day dreaming problem?

In the very least, Robert decided to throw in a [color=#7E5C65]"Robert."[/color] while pointing at himself as well. Kyra, that was her name? Well he had heard funnier name before, but the rest of her and the big wolf spoke volumes that this was not normal. Robert fought off the urge to be sarcastic and tell Riley that the big wolf-lady probably didn't care, instead letting the others talk. Clearly they thought they knew better than him, so why bother? At least Caesar thought that Robert's line of thinking was good enough to ask himself as well; Could they go anywhere else?

Kyra told them to follow her, before she and the wolf walked off. Somewhere in the distance, she pointed to some rocks that stuck out of the ground. Why were they going over there? Was that the safe place they had asked for? Robert seriously had no idea, he liked only a minority of their little group now. Guess who? Robert looked for a moment at the others, before following Kyra. [color=#7E5C65]"So…big wolf."[/color]


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

Mahendra looked over to Lauren and gave her a nod of approval, his eyes every once in a while going over their surroundings as if he slowly would begin to understand where they were from his last failure. [Color=007236]"Indeed, Lauren, this place is not for mortals to thread without fright."[/color] Mahendra replied to her, breathing in slowly and deep like the wise men of his home did to remain calm. If there was a situation being calm was called for, this one probably was. 

Richard didn't like the sound of what the other two women were telling them about more companions that vanished into thin air. Vera and Reddish were names that didn't ring any bells to him, and while he wasn't emotionally invested in any way to them, even a cold and lousy detective as him could understand. Not just how it must have been to lose them, but to witness them vanish before your very own eyes? It went against all the known laws of nature that a city-dweller such as Richard knew of. Richard looked over at Faye for a moment as she stated they probably weren't in Hell. [Color=#255DB3]"That's something at least. The big Mr. S down below probably won't like me down here either."[/color] Richard said flatly, puffing his cigarette as the blond bomb-shell of a woman introduced herself. [Color=#255DB3]"Don't think so, should I?"[/color]

So they weren't in Hell, at least not in the Christian equvalent of it, but the Greek one? Mahendra looked at Gene, or Nancy as she apparently went by now with a look of surprise. He had not learned much about the Greek world, but if they now knew where they were, possibly they could find a way out? It was progress nonetheless. Progress that dwarfed in comparison to the entrance of the new man; appearing from behind the skeleton, Mahendra watched the man make his elaborate and dramatic entrance. The man was strange, excotic but strange, speaking in theatrical phrases as he approached the Fellowship. Mahendra would have opened his mouth and asked of the trade as well, had it not been for Nancy and Mosi already questioning him.

More dire to his situation, however, was what the man carried on his shoulders. A snake. [Color=007236]"Na…na…naga…"[/color] Mahendra stuttered through his shaking mouth, his once calm and controlled breath now changing into rapid gasps of air. Snakes. He hated snakes, he feared them. Mahendra nearly threw himself behind the protective back of Mosi, for the first time in his life cowering in fear for the thing around the man's neck. It all reminded him of when he first met George, that deadly stare from his eyes now reflected in the snake's eyes. The eyes. The EYES! 

The detective took the appearance of the Caribbean man with a knock-off Austin Lane Crothers' look and a big snake around his neck. No longer were the mention of movie stars or Garden State in Richard's mind. Instead he focused in on the man, sizing him up and down as he kept Faye behind him. He didn't catch onto most of what he said, them being alive in a dead place or whatever. What caught Richard's attention was the mention of a trade. A trade, for what? A way out? [Color=#255DB3]"Now that would be one Hell of a lottery to win."[/color] Richard said out to no one in particular, listening to the offers made by Gene/Nancy and the woman named Mosi. A pendant? 

Richard scoffed quietly, smoke coming out of his nose as he did. Looking at the man and ignoring Mahendra freaking out in the back, Richard tried to read him like any good detective could. Something…something was off, not quite right with him. Something dark. Richard took his cigarette and flicked some ash of it, not breaking eye-contact with the man as he spoke [Color=#255DB3]"I don't think Mr. Creep here is wanting you to pawn in your jewelry, doll. No, you want something else from us. Something that stinks."[/color] Richard informed the group, placing the cigarette back in his mouth as he straightened himself up and caressed the club in his hand. [Color=#255DB3]"You know, I think we'd be better off if we lay our cards on the table. What do you want from us, dago? You want us to send some to the Big Sleep? Get something for you? Come on, pal, spill the beans. We don't want to play 20 Questions all day."[/color]