Haakon J. Elvsgaard & Mahendra Huq Zalil
Location: The Museum - The Archives
Skills: Haakon ("Luck") - Mahendra (Egyptian superstition)
A figurative lightbulb suddenly shined brightly over the certainly sweaty hair of the Norwegian reporter. Of course! Why hadn't he thought of that? Something to write on would be just what Haakon needed to actually assist in their endevour. If Neema could write down and perhaps even draw the symbols they were looking for, Haakon was certain his otherwise keen eyes could be of use. "Yes...yes! Give me but a moment please."
Haakon said to Neema, slowing his pace as he began to rummage through his various pockets. He a was a journalist, of course he would have a simple piece of paper!
Mahendra returned the friendly smile to Lauren, approaching her at the cart and listening to her proposal for joining her in the further search. "That would be lovely, Miss Ridgeway. I'm certain there must be more than just that crate there."
Mahendra stated, continuning his approach towards her down the aisle. But as his eyes drifted towards one of the shelves, a word stuck out to him. 'Bubastis'. It sounded familiar, even more so once he thought back to what Neema had said; This was important. "Would you look at that? I might have found another crate! Babustis, the center of worship of Bastet. Two down, perhaps many more to go."
Mahendra said cheerfully to Lauren, mentally marking where he had found the crate before following her down 23RTS.
Haakon went through the pockets of his pants, but could find nothing. He continued in the chest pocket, but still nothing. Not even a tiny fragment of an old napkin used to clean off bits of a tuna sandwich. As he continued his search, his attention was almost fanatically invested in his various pockets, and not where they should have been in hindsight. About twenty feet up in the air, previously stored safely on top of the massive shelves, stood a crate. A special crate, one which would change Haakon's life forever.
For once, quite literally.
The crate, with a long side and a short side, which previously stood so solid up there, began to fall. Ever so slowly it tipped over the edge of the shelf, before it began its ever quicker descent down, as demanded by the Laws of Gravity. Even for its size, which was quite big actually, it rapidly sped up its journey down towards ground. More specifically, towards an unsuspecting journalist looking for a piece of paper. The very last thought that ran through Haakon's mind as the crate made contact with his head, was something like this; "Hvor er det fordømte papi..."
. He didn't realize something was happening until his mind stopping functioning due to, well, getting crushed.
Before the blink of an eye, the crate had pile driven itself and crushed Haakon's body entirely. And it wasn't quite either; a deafening crash of the weight echoed throughout the archives, thankfully camouflaging the sounds of bones crushed together. If that didn't catch everyone's attention, what would? Not Haakon, of course, since he was very much dead. All that remained of him was the massive pool of blood forming underneath and around the crate. And as for the crate itself, it too didn't go unscaved by the fall; as if on queue, the crate popped open and expelled out the last one would expect; a lamp formed as a leg. "Various reasons, but the most interesting is my connection to Egypt, I would say. I served in this country during the War, and it seems to pull me back. That, and the endless possibilites for a geologist in the Valley of the Ki..."
Mahendra said, gladly sharing his interest for Egypt with Lauren. He still found the interest put into him by the others surprising, but even more enjoyable. But before he could inquire as to what brought Lauren herself to the ancient lands of the Pharoes, a deafening crash made him jump and turn around. "What in the name of Mount Kilimanjaro was that? Hello? What happened? Is everyone all right?"
Mahendra shouted out as loud as he could, thankfully oblivous to the gruesome sight around that cursed crate.