[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]N/A[/color][/center]

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

As they moved on forward to wherever Kyra and her Lord of the Rings' sized wolf were leading them, Robert was trying to not think too hard on what was going on. Oh he wanted an answer to what the Devil was going on, several answers in fact, but the more he thought about all of this, he could only come to one conclusion; If they weren't all dead, had he gone mad? Had something happened while he slept in Adelaide's car? Had she crashed, he survived in a coma and now living through all of this as a vegatable in Hell? 

It certainly wasn't a relief to hear Kyra's reply to him. The wolf…wasn't that big? Okay, just what kind of mad scientist-bred wolves existed in this place? Robert shuddered at the thought of having an ever massiver wolf chasing him, when Caesar called out to him. Robert turned to face him, his face drawing a blank at first when he was asked if Adelaide has found out anything for him? Oh yeah, right, the big scene back at her book store. [color=#7E5C65]"What, the connection between the murders of her ex-husband, your…daughter…and Juno? Not sure. We found out a few things down in the vault, more pertinent to our own investigation really…like the book that was stolen from Adelaide."[/color] Robert began to explain, sticking closer to Caesar as he tried to think back to what they actually discovered. [color=#7E5C65]"I hate to sound crazy, but…oh fuck it, the book was about the Greek Underworld and whatnot. And if this doesn't feel like that, then I don't know what does…Connected? Maybe, I've seen enough shit as of lately to buy a batshit-crazy connection like that."[/color] 

Robert tried to remember what else they had found out. Now he didn't know if Caesar could be trusted, if anyone of them could be trusted. But hell, when in a desert Hellscape, don't act like you're in Kansas anymore. Robert continued to think hard on what else could be relevant, remembering Caesar asking about Adeliade's ex-husband who was shot by a arms-dealer, and the British lad asking about another ancient tome about magical dice, when Kyra decided to sit down…Three days? What? And clearly Mali wasn't happy about it. Robert looked at Mali explaining about her hands glowing, chimming in as he remembered; [color=#7E5C65]"Not just your hands, that die you threw at the shadow monster too."[/color] Robert added, turning his gaze over to Caesar. [color=#7E5C65]"Mr. Gonzalez, didn't your British man ask about something like that? Magical dice or something?"[/color]



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

Mahendra continued to cower in fear behind the back of Mosi, his head poking up ever so slightly as the conversation of bargaining continued back and forth. The American detective had either failed in his perception of the horrible, frightening, monstrous snake-man's intentions, or his ploy had failed to fool him. Why was Mahendra surprised at this, the man had a SNAKE around his neck, this was no mere man. He was a fiend! A ghoul! An evil spirit from the Other Side that taunted them with vile threats of death! The eyes, the snake, the eyes! 

Richard had to restrain himself as Carribean fella wasn't buying the Detective's profiling of him, and even throwing his own rhymes at the New Yorker who was having an already bad enough day as it was. Had he been wrong, or was the bastard a better liar than Richard had anticipated? Clearly the bargaining would be handled by Gene/Nancy/Miss talking-in-foreign-tounges and the top-hat snake man. Fine, have it their way, as Richard stepped aside to let them do the talking. 

Still behind the back of Mosi, his unlikely and only source of protection against the most certainly imminent attack of the SNAKE, Mahendra tried to hide from the snake as best he could in order to not be any more scared than he already was. It was a strange way of man, come to think of it; Mahendra had handled elephants and other animals in Bengal, fought the Turks in the Middle East with death on all sides, and had travelled to a far-off land to learn the ways of the White Man. He had travelled to the lands of Egypt in search of a future, found himself in the company of the strange Fellowship, trapped beneath the desert sands and now in an alien plane. And what was he doing now? Cowering behind the back of a lady, afraid of a snake. The shame, oh the shame Mahendra felt as he remained in the back! 

The New York Detective was perhaps faring better than the Bengali geologist, but only in his composure. Inside he was getting rightly pissed-off at everything. Had he been far off his assessment of the top-hat, creepy fella? He didn't think so, there was no way he was taking the pendant of Low-Key or whatever Nancy called it, just to help them. Richard had his doubts, especially when the mention of "A soul for a prize" was done. That didn't sit right with him. Even less so with the so-called actress lady re-introducing herself to him, handling him like he was a peasent to a tsar or something. Had it not been for Faye talking to him as well, he'd give her a solid piece of his mind. 

Faye, even for what respect Richard had garned for her, wasn't understanding him either it seemed. Current trends and culture? An expert on the silver screen? Richard breathed heavily, his cigarette glowing red like his eyes would if they could. These people they really didn't understand, did they? With Faye slid up next to him, Richard pulled out his cigarette and leaned down to her himself. [Color=#255DB3]"Until those good-for-nothing upper-classs gits take the time to give a damn about my daughter, I don't have any obligation or time to boost their egos…"[/color] Richard ranted to Faye, putting the cigarette back in his mouth as he pinched of yet more ashes. This was not his forté, his best enviroment, not the New York he knew, hated, but knew how to work in. [Color=#255DB3]"And apparently all I am capable of is to be the butt of the joke, is that so?"[/color] Richard whispered back to Fay, though hearing his own words and feeling weak for uttering them. He wasn't a man to complain, and with all of this getting to him, perhaps he was cracking under the pressure? 

[hider=Roll Request Richard]
   Richard Barker
    Characters current location: Dtts Fade Between
    Characters attempted actions: Richard would like to keep an eye on the snake-person, seeing his body language and trying to get a read on him, just in case it is needed. Just what is the deal with this guy? And the snake?
    Any and all skills being used: Deduction (Person)
    Why each skill is being called: Deduction (Person) to get a reading on the guy, notice the ususal signs and etc. 
    Desired location: Same
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[hider=Roll Request Mahendra]
    Mahendra Huq Zalil
    Characters current location: DttS Fade Between
    Characters attempted actions: Mahendra would like to break free from his moment of hysterical fear of snakes, however unlikely it is to succeed. He is shameful of his behaviour, and at this point he don't know what else he can do except for hiding.
    Any and all skills being used: Mime
    Why each skill is being called: Mime in order to, if possible, supress his visible fears by putting onto himself the appearance of a strong-minded gentleman, eve if he's scared shitless on the inside. 
    Desired location: Still hiding behind Mosi
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