[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=sienna]Gilbert Summers[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://68.media.tumblr.com/10518bf29e093b6a9ba78475f8186205/tumblr_nuon9sbMow1re1ut0o1_540.gif[/img][hr][b][color=sienna]Location:[/color][/b] Ville au Camp - Main House (Sitting Room) 
[b][color=sienna]Skills:[/color][/b] Alter Form [hr][/center]

        [color=sienna]"Viking flair?"[/color] asked Gilbert, making an attempt at rhetorical confirmation. It was not every day that he was asked to use one of his abilities in full view of others. It made him feel just a bit exposed; humanity wasn't exactly known for being understanding nor forgiving when faved with the new or the unknown. Ot to mention that these people had been through a lot today. Gilbert remembered when he first became aware of what he was. It was not pleasant by any means, and this was long, long before the world was comfortable with fantastical stories that were not attributed to gods or spirits. This particular bandage had to be ripped off at some point, though. Might as well get it ober with. 

        Addressing all of the non-Emendators in the room, Gilbert led off with a reassuring voice. [color=sienna]"Now, I'm going to ask that you do not react. You all are not in any danger. Just... Observe. Ready?"[/color] 

        A ripple seemed to fo over Gilbert as his bones and musculature shifted. It was mild in some places, but in others, particularly his face, it was a radical restructuring. The color of his hair and eyes began to alter, followed by a thousand tiny details that made the total transformation complete. Almost instantly, another man sat in the seat that Gilbert once occupied, smilong a similar, laid back smile to the man, but for all intents the very image of a Scandinavian warrior from hundreds of years ago. 

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        With a voice that was not quite his own, Gilbert sppke, [color=sienna]"We all have our little gifts. This one let me live many lives, flowing from one era to another seamlessly. Also, very helpful for getting away from people you owe money to."[/color] A little joke, hopefully to break any tension. Silently, he awaited the reactions of those around him. In his experience, it may be wildly unpredictable.



[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=indianred]James Grady[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://image.ibb.co/i56LZR/Blackjames.jpg[/img][hr][b][color=indianred]Location:[/color][/b] Ville au Camp - Main House (Sitting Room) 
[b][color=indianred]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][/center]

        The statement that they had aome kind of [i]abilities[/i] gave James a little pause. Considering he could not remember some pretty basic things he spent a lifetime practicing, he damn well hoped there would be something to compensate. He hadn't imagined that it would be something as grand as what this "Dice Lady" could do, determining deaths and pulling a few back with her. 

        Come to think of it, that seemed pretty damned insulting, doing something like that to a guy. He lived through some of the worst hell experienced by mankind. Survived. [i]Thrived[/i] even, when he got a community behind him. Then some accident that Dice may or may not have been a part of... Even if totally blameless, it colored his opinion of her. At the same time, he did kind of pity the woman. It must be very lonely being her. 

        The mention of a demonstration of powers got James's attention, though. Not in the awe-inspiring way that it might havw others, more of a mild dread that there was even more oddness yet to come. Oh, but he did gasp when it happened. Sat back further in his chair with wide eyes, partially in shock over the whole display. James stared for what seemed a while, before using humor to diffuse his own mixed confusion about the current situation. 

        [color=indianred]"Holy hell, son! If'n I could do that, my ass might be able to flag down a cab mo'often!"[/color] There was mirth in his voice and optimism in his face, neither of which he truly felt. If anything, James just wanted to find someplace quiet and process all of what had happened so far this morning. Hell, he wanted to cry. James glanced to Sophia, then wondered where Alicia had gone off to. He desperately wanted to find something familiar to latch onto right then.