[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]

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Robert was glad that Caesar was onboard with what he had asked about, meaning that at least portions of his all messed-up rational thinking still worked. The name of the book that Robert asked about, Lunillud Aleae, rang a bell when he thought back to it, remembering Adelaide uttering it way back when they still were in the sane world. Robert nodded to Caesar's mention of the dice as well, though him talking about his dead daughter…it didn't make sense, but really, nothing here made any sort of sense anymore. 

[color=#7E5C65]"I have no idea idea, Mr. Gonzalez…Caesar, none whatsoever. Trekking through the unknown hellscapes of an unreal world is as far from insurance scams as I can possibly think."[/color] Robert quiped back to the massive Mexican man, half-listening to what the rest were saying as an idea struck him. Robert pulled out the slab of electronic gizmos that were his cellphone and tried to open it. It was a far shot, as far as he probably could have taken, but if there was a slim hope that his phone could work, or at least give him an obscure clue, he would take it.

Of course it didn't work. The phone was as dead as Robert's chances of getting a better job or getting together with the woman of his dreams, and only a restrained effort saved the phone from being thrown to the ground. His attention was quickly pulled up from his phone when he caught Mali's mention of that accursed word from earlier that day; [color=#7E5C65]"Juno…Why do I keep hearing about those fuckers I don't know about?"[/color] Robert said sarcastically, though something clicked once again in his mind; A piece of evidence, one of the folders from the vault. [color=#7E5C65]"Wait…Juno. Adelaide had a bunch of files in her vault, given to her by a friend of hers…The guy you and Zoie came to tell her died in that barn, Malo. Anyway, some of the files included people allegedly tied to Juno…But Jesus Christ, this doesn't help us anyway…"[/color]


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This was just getting better and better for Richard the "Fish out of water" Barker, just fantastic. The top hat snake-fella wasn't making it difficult for him, or anyone for that matter really, to understand which ones of the group that he liked. It was practically stamped on his forehead, or on his sleeves. While Richard was only given a brief look from their resident snake-tamer and cigar-smoker, the others got a more inclusive treatment. Richard clearly hadn't given a good first impression, but then again that had never been his intention. Richard had wanted answers, not this fascade of theatrical lines thrown out from all sides.

Richard didn't want to be liked by him, and he certainly didn't need the approval of anyone in the group, but still the reprimand he garnered from Faye somehow got to him. It must have been because of the respect he held for his 'partner'. Clearly she fitted in a whole lot better in that bizzare world that a New York detective did. [Color=#255DB3]"Faye…Faye, doll; if and when we get out of this little piece of Hell in one or several pieces, I'll explain to you why that's excatly what I do. Clearly you and the rest of us have bigger fish to fry right now."[/color] Richard commented to Faye in a restrained tone, clearly the words of a parent that didn't have time to explain something irrelevant to his child something right then and there. Clearly their bargaining with Mr. Voodoo was best reserved for the women of the group, not the knuckle-throwing detective or the scared-shitless Indian in the back. 

Speaking of scared Indian, Mahendra slowly began to regain his composure in the back of the Fellowship Pluss Two. The snake continued to frighten Mahendra, its eyes and slithering tongue sender shivers upon shivers down his usually upright spine, the shivers themselves sending out daggers that struck somewhere nearly as deep; His pride. In the company of a mostly female-group, the only one to show fear was Mahendra. Shameful, oh it was shameful indeed! Was it only he who found the snake as disturbing as he did, or had his proper and good character weakened such after their descent into the underground and the darkness now surrounding them? 

Mahendra took a deep breath, perhaps the deepest one he could remember having ever taken, trying to fill the fear-ridden vacume of his pride with air as he began to stand up again. He had to fight his fears, or in the least not project his fears to his outward appearance. Looking at the others in front of him, he tried to mimic their postures to the best of his abilities, immitating their confidence and lack of visible fears. He was good at that, taking onto himself the behaviours of others around him to better fit in. Mahendra was still very much afraid in the presence of the slithering, slick, seriously savage snake before them, but standing up straight and not visible shaking in fear, at least could begin to listen to what the others were actually offering the strange man.