[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 -> PE Fade Between[/color] / [Color=#255DB3]DttS Fade Between -> Soulless 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]

Well was this less than hopeful, wasn't it? Everyone were each throwing in their fifty cents onto the discussion on what they knew, which in regards to their current little mishap of a situation really didn't help. Kyra the wolf-lady gave an off-hand remark of what Robert could only assume was about the weather - or the lack thereof, all things considered, Riley mentioned Juno sending hitmen after her and her sister, whilst Caesar was playing ball with Kyra. Robert shrugged less audibly than he'd prefer, not in the mood to be corrected by either Mali nor Kyra, muttering under his breath; [color=#7E5C65]"Juno sounds like the last people I want to screw with then. Okay, let's follow…"[/color]

Robert didn't finish that line of thought, having turned to follow Caesar before he was gone. Not just in the sense of "Oh no, I'm not looking or someone's standing in my way." No, Caesar was just gone as well as Kyra and her enourmous ball of fur. In their place now stood two other women, none of which Robert had seen before. As if today hadn' been shitty enough already. Robert jumped back, taken back by it all. [color=#7E5C65]"Weird? That's the sanest thing I've possibly heard today…"[/color] he told the one called Sophia, watching in disbelief at the second one in a costume befitting his grandmother as she talked about them, clearly having more important business to attend to. [color=#7E5C65]"She's damn straight we're going to have questions, though with our luck none that you can answer. I guess names work for now. Robert. Who are you and where did you come from?"[/color]

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

Mahendra did not like the manner of speech in which the so-called Baron was proclaiming to certain members of the group. The way he spoke to Faye and Josephine were most inapproriate for any gentleman, even a Caribbean man with a snake around his shoulders. Mahendra however, did not voice his protest of such vile behaviour in face of the snake slithering over to the American starlet, keeping himself in his mimed posture while his mind screamed at him to flee the horrible monster that frightened him. Mahendra wanted to flee, FLEE from everything, not paying attention to the Baron's cryptic words. Had he, the Bengali geologist would have certainly asked for their meaning. But alas, he was destined for other places.

[center][Color=007236]Snapping[/color][/center]

Richard didn't like the talk anymore than Mahendra did, but compared to the well-behaved Benganli/British man, the New York detective was far more used to the tone and intentions of such talk. It still left a sour taste in his mouth to have to listen to it, especially when Faye was one of the recepiants of the Baron's coy lines. Richard breathed in a long drag of his cigarette, finishing it with a satisfactory sigh as he threw the remainder down and crushed the ember with his shoe. It was the only satisfactory thing he had left it seemed, even more so as Faye just wouldn't drop the issue of…well, him. [Color=#255DB3]"…I know, Faye, I know you are. You're probably right, but a guy in my shoes have walked through too much shit to stop smelling it every step, you know? As far as I'm concerned, I'm already dead, in the very least rotten than most."[/color] 

Those words were hard for the detective to get out, more than anything he wanted to give Baron a good wack over the head with his club, but Faye was probably right. In the very least, she had his back. Not many had told Richard that and meant it. Richard opened his mouth to say something else, before turning his attention back to where his detective skills were needed.

[center][Color=#255DB3]Snapping[/color][/center]

[Color=007236]PE Fade Between[/color]


Had Mahendra's mind finally snapped? Had the fears that grew to a monstrous capacity inside his soul finally shatter what little semblence of willpower that he left, leaving him standing dumb-founded as his eyes played yet more tricks on him? However much Mahendra would hate himself for showing such weakness, the possibility was real enough that the change of scenery didn't instantly click for him. What pulled him out of his trance, the same one caused by the terrifying mask of Gene's brother back in Cairo, was an unknown voice calling to him. Or perhaps, what the voice told him. 

Mahendra shook himself out of his frozen pose, now aware of the world around him, a different one. A plane of reds, oranges and black, a strong smell thick in the air. Not the same they had been transported to. Mahendra turned to Kyra, looking at her and mustering up what little courage the Bengali could in the face of his deepest fear; [Color=007236]"I…I do not smell of fear, my good madam!"[/color] Mahendra declared rather comically, though his words did make him even more aware of what happened around him; He was no longer in the company of the Fellowship.

No longer with any sight of the cursed serpent, Mahendra swallowed the lump in his throat and attempted to regain his normal composure of a good, Indian soldier/British academic that he prided himself in. Not that it was easy, considering he was in a very different place, with very different people. [Color=007236]"My apologies, this is…most unexepcted. Oh my manners, Mahendra Huq Zalil."[/color] Mahendra excused himself, turning to respond to the man with the equally thick accent. [Color=007236]"More so that we can possible imagine, my good Sir. I was just in a very different place, dark and…frightening, with my Fellowship and man not of the mortal world. And this is clearly not Egypt, is it?"[/color]

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    Mahendra Huq Zalil
    Characters current location: PE Fade Between
    Characters attempted actions: As crazy as it might sound, Mahendra would like to examine the area around them in order to make an educated guess of where he's ended up now. More specifically the geograpy surrounding him and the ground he's standing on, learning from his mistakes and taking a closer look. 
    Any and all skills being used: Science (Geology) and Science (Geography)
    Why each skill is being called:  Science (Geology) in order to scoop up some of the red dirt and identify it and Science (Geography) to make a guess on where he might be with the general terrain around him.
    Desired location: Pe Fade Between
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[Color=#255DB3]Soulless Fade Between[/color]

Before Richard could make use of his detective skills, he needed a good old reality check as he suddenly found himself in a very different place. To make matters worse, not only had he been transported to another hellscape like from Cairo to wherever the egg-heads thought they ended up in, but Faye wasn't there. If he had preferred…needed someone there with him, it was her. [Color=#255DB3]"This isn't good. Faye? God damnit, not her…Not now."[/color]

Richard turned his head slowly to look around him in this new and strange place, thankful to recognize Mosi and Lauren still with him, though still no sight of Faye. Instead he lay his eyes on two different fellas straight out of an overly-fancy costume party; A big brute of a Hispanic man with far more of an arsenal than the NYPD had on a good day, and a seemingly Russian circus artist, both asking questions. In the backdrop of a ruined church fitting a horror story or something, Robert was having a real bad feeling about this, but that much was obvious from the very first breath he took back with Baron. 

[Color=#255DB3]"You're tootin' the wrong ringer, I have no idea what the Hell is going on around here. Only people that knows that was back from…wherever the three of us came from, don't ask how. Only thing I can tell you is that we came from some kind of Underworld. And yes, that's as looney as it sounds like."[/color] Richard attempted to answer Caesar, his attention flicking back and forth as he tried to look for Faye, however unlikely he was in that quest. Looking back to the Russian fella, he continued. [Color=#255DB3]"So what do we call you then? Sorry, haven't heard of you, but then again the Tsar's been dead for a while…[/color]

Richard bit his tounge as he looked down at his feet, Faye's words echoing in is mind as if to mentally wack him with his own club. Yeah, he was out of touch socially, and this wouldn't do. Looking up at Vladimir, Richard began to prepare another cigarette. [Color=#255DB3]"Nevermind that, sorry for…I don't know, replacing your comrades. I don't have any control over whatever is happening to us, no idea what this setup from Hell is and why we're here. Why a church out of all places?"[/color]

[hider=Roll Request Richard]
   Richard Barker
    Characters current location: Soulless Fade Between
    Characters attempted actions: Transported to a new and weird place, Richard would like to look around to see if he can find any clues as to where they might be. Putting on his detective hat and doing some good old gumshoe work!
    Any and all skills being used: Deduction (Investigative)
    Why each skill is being called: To snoop around their area and look for clues that might stand out to a seasoned detective as Richard.
    Desired location: Same, moving around if he can.
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