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Cairo, Egypt

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Character Portrait: Elena Bell Character Portrait: Colette Musae Character Portrait: Chris Adlan Character Portrait: Jaiden Anders Character Portrait: Michael Hayfield Character Portrait: Makoa Māhoe Character Portrait: Augustine Lai Character Portrait: Malia Māhoe Character Portrait: Yousof Farooq Character Portrait: Eli Russell Character Portrait: Anahi Santana Character Portrait: Nancy Yoo Character Portrait: Aurelia Jeong
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Ah, history class and the slightly eccentric professor. Was she upset that she was bone-tired and still being forced to trek through the searing heat of Egypt's unforgiving climate? After all, she should be quite used to the sun. Right? No. Wrong. This was a dangerously dry and threatening heat - and even worse, the more they moved on, the less glamourous it was. At first, Colette was in awe of being privilaged enough to hold within her gaze sites that one can usually only read about in books.

Right now, after gods knows how long of trapezing through desert after Professor Hawthorne, the beautiful glittering dunes were playing horrid tricks on her brain. The vast golden ocean was now a hellish landscape that made her feel like there was no end in sight. She was sweating in places that were extremely unladylike. The SPF she worse? The Egyptian sun had somehow managed to penetrate because - well, why not? Nothing was getting better at this point. Colette loved history as much as anyone, but this was too far. She wanted to go back. Most people did.

Colette had managed to fall behind, likely with other students that were similarly growing weary of this adventure. At one point, she stopped realizing that they were still walking. So, it was just unfortunate that, whilst not being attentive to the very obvious dip of the ravine, she slid on down like a clumsy baby with no perception of depth or awareness that some things were not flat and that one must stop before continuing.

She somehow ended up with a mouthful of sand, plopped onto her ass, and ended up with no backpack. "Damnit," she grumbled, her drawl accented with a slight southern tinge. Not so much like Michaels's own, but it gave her a little character. She spit out some sand, wiped herself down, and then stood up to find her backpack.

This trip is horrible. It's putting her in a less than steller mood, and she wants to leave. Colette never wants to see another pyramid in her lifetime, and she certainly doesn't want to dip into some unknonwn ruins. Especially since Chris decides to regale them with facts that were just - not fun. Not fun at all. She really, really liked Chris, but sometimes the guy needed to quell his excitement.



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No one was more excited for this trip than Chris. Egypt. Pyramids. The process of mummification had been all-too fascinating to him. These labyrinths of death, peril, and the rich history of the Afterlife. So much better than being in a morgue.

Okay, maybe not that much better.

The only thing that he didn't enjoy was walking. No one wanted to go this far. It was just too much, and it was far too hot. He could feel his skin burning because he wasn't used to getting all of that sun, and he didn't like it. Chris preferred colder places, and that's probably because he pretty much lived in the mountains all of his life.

Yet, he somehow managed to not lag behind the Professor too much. After all, Hawthorne was after something, and maybe it would be interesting. The trek gave Chris plenty of time to delve into thoughts of things that he learned over the course of the trip - none of which he spoke out loud. He was beginning to learn that not very many people were interested in what he had to say, so it was best to keep his mouth shut. Besides, he wasn't overly excited enough to blabber on about anything at this very moment. He was just... tired. In his mind, he was starting to imagine how he'd go through the process of mummifying Hawthorne, and it brought a sort of creepy smile to his face - if only for a brief moment.

He wondered about things that made this walk less horrible to endure. He wondered what kind of things he would put by his classmates' sarcophagus' for their journeys to the Afterlife. Sometimes he looked at the other students in thought. Likely something that they were kind of used to, yet still unnerved by. Of course, he never wished any of them ill - save for Hawthorne right now.

These thoughts, however grim, got him through this nightmarish trek and to the ravine. Naturally, he'd allow others to risk themselves before jumping down himself. That was only logical. Then they were at the site of ruins, of which his classmates made several remarks - none of them helpful or factual in his mind.

Lucky for Malia, he ended up right next to her. He heard her statement, "History favors the bold, right?" Because Chris is Chris, he just had to reply with a counterstatement. Of course, it would be something absolutely dark.

"Actually, in 1922, some of the members of Howard Carter's team died after the discovery of Tutankhamun. It was reported that they heard a strange human cry. Of course, that's impossible - mummified bodies certainly don't make noises. They remove the brain which houses our speech centers and all the nerves required for basic bodily functions." At that point, he turned to Jaiden because she mentioned something about bugs and other creepy critters, "Possibly a fatal mosquito bite or the curse that was placed on the tomb. Out of the 58 people that opened it, 8 of them died since 1922. Herbert only 4 months after opening the tomb."

Colette stared at him with a flat expression while brushing sand out of her long hair. He stared at her back, "That means that, if one believed in old Egyptian curses, a little over half of us will succumb to some odd illness over the next decade or two. Of course, most of this has been proven false. There is no such thing as curses. We should most likely die of exposure to asbestos, which can lead to lung cancer. Asbestos wool was used to protect Pharaohs from deterioration - which they called Salamander's Wool." Yeah, he learned way too much about the process here.