[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=sienna]Gilbert Summers, "The Hat"[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://data.whicdn.com/images/11230301/original.png[/img][hr][b][color=sienna]Location:[/color][/b] Ville au Camp - Kitchen House 
[b][color=sienna]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][/center]

        Questions. There were always questions from new Paradoxes, even when they were told specifically when, where, and to what extent they would be answered, just so long as they showed a little patience. But they did show the extent to their unbreakable curiosity. The rest... Shock and depression had nasty ways of both covering up amd revealing elements of their personality. Gilbert just smiled at the incoming inquiries, responding with, [color=sienna]"All in good time. I know this is maddening, and I know you need answers. You'll get some of them in the Kitchen House, I promise."[/color] He waited outside of the door for the newcomers to enter, then followed casually behind. Evie had Part Two of the introductory speech to give, all in good order. 

        Evie did always like to keep things orderly. Much of the time, that also meant that she liked to be in charge. Especially during times like this, with new Paradoxes coming in. It set a standard that they noticed and took to, filling their preconceived notions of hierarchy. Well, that wasn't a huge deal for Gil. He had been the ruler of the greatest civilization that humanity had known, once upon a time. It didn't do him a bit of good now. In the impossibly long lives of Emendators, power was a comparatively fleeting thing. When the chips were down and it was within the best interests of everyone concerned, Gilbert's words and actions meant just as much as anyone else's here. The problem being, he was the eternal warrior. If he asserted authority over a situation because of his expertise, it meant that people were very likely going to die. So, taking a backseat was preferable. 

        He flashed a smile in Evelina's direction. She did seem do like speaking to him in Greek. Patting his stomach, he responded, [color=sienna]"Oh no, Miss Evelina. I couldn't possibly. Thank you, though. Everything looks great."[/color] Of course, this was not the proper response, but he doubted that anyone else in the room spoke Greek fluently. 

        Then The Dice lived up to her name. Lots and lots of times. Gilbert held onto the gaze of his fellow Emendator, listening to the tumbling and rolling of the mass of polyhedrons clicking and clacking upon the table. Even if the knowledge of human events did not leap into his memory automatically, he would have known what that meant. Gilbert did not speak, though a heavy sigh escaped his lips. It was truly a shame and a tragedy, this coming from a man who has, in his long lifetime, had personally killed thousands and thousands. 

        Clearing his throat, Gil looked around to who was left, aside from the residents of the Undead Timeline and the pale lady, Andromeda. [color=sienna]"Alright guys, grab what you're going to grab. We don't charge anything, so go nuts. For the rest od the day, we're going to be pals."[/color] Then Gilbert heard the winds. He felt the temperature drop and heard the booming crack of thunder. Casually, he reached for a pickle on the table. A satisfying crunch into it, he spoke with his mouth partially full, [color=sienna]"Huh, weather manipulator. Those are rare... Alright, are we ready? Who's with me?"[/color] 


[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 - Kitchen House
[b][color=indianred]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][/center]

        James was a fairly unhappy man. The more questions he got answered, whether he vocalized them or not, the more he felt like a hammer or a drill; a thing brought out for specific purpose, maybe even appreciated, but ultimately a tool to be utilized by forces from which the only respite was death. Again. Hopefully there was more to it. They revealed much of this piecemeal. This last bit, about invisible monsters and fixing timelines? That was a lot to swallow. At least he had a couple of friends with him, one of which had even learned the ropes here. 

        Oh, he fully intended to ask the Dice Lady a question. He agreed that this wasn't a thing to rush into, either. Care must be taken to ensure that a properly phrased query, specific yet leading to broader understanding, could be formulated. James did take the oppprtunity to slap a pile of meat onto a slab of bread, though. Evidently, dying did not curb his appetite mucb. When Evelina divided them into groups, was pleased to note that he was with the friends of his previous life, more or less, and opted to take his impromptu dagwood with him rather than stick around indoors. 

        Perhaps that last decision was a heaping mistake, considering the sudden and dramatic change in weather. [color=indianred]"Hot, messy, goddamn!"[/color] he exclaimed over the wind, [color=indianred]"This happen everyday here?"[/color] When he found out that it was a power manifesting, a sense of curiosity came over him. He wondered what would happen when it was his turn. Thoughtfully, James put a blackneck sized bitemark into the side of his sandwich.