[center][hr][hr][h1][b][i][color=8A2BE2]Alexandra Andonova[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]https://media.giphy.com/media/unk43fZm2zZNC/giphy.gif[/img][/center][center][I][h3][color=8A2BE2]Tag, you're it. Tag, tag, you're it.

[/color][/h3][/I][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W3CwR9GPjOc][color=8A2BE2]- [I]"Tag, You're It" by Melanie Martinez[/I][/color][/url][/center]
[hr][hr][center][b][color=8A2BE2]Location:[/color][/b] Ville au Camp - Kitchen House
[b][color=8A2BE2]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A
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	[color=8A2BE2]"Veather manipulation?"[/color] Alexandra stated with slight exsperation. [color=8A2BE2]"Come again?"[/color] She had heard of a lot of unique, and at times outlandish, abilities in her time, but weather manipulation was a new one for her. How did that even work? Did it just effect the chunk of sky in your immediate vicinity, or did it effect a much broader scope of the atmosphere, like the weather for a whole town or country? Her eyes widened further at the notion. She just stood there for a moment, wide eyed, staring at nothing or no one in particular, and with her food still planted on the dirty floor where she had accidentally dropped it. Her brain was just too busy contemplating the possibilities of such a power, and better yet what her own abilities could be. Once again, it was a lot to take in, so much so that everyone, including herself, might as well have an ERROR signal written plainly on their faces.

	She was pulled out of her haze by Gilbert's voice. [color=8A2BE2]"Hmmm,"[/color] she mumbled, her dark eyed gaze drifting to his. She simply arched a brow at his words, due to her current inability to find some words of her own. She glanced over at the other paradox, Bartholomew, then back over at Gilbert, and finally down at her food that was still on the floor. She let out a small sigh and bent down to pick it up, before moving to throw it away in the nearest waste bin. She listened in on what else The Hat had to say, despite the fact that it seemed to be more addressed towards the other paradox. Nevertheless, she was intrigued. He knew everything about human history, even that pertaining to their [I]personal[/I] history? 

	Her mind went back to pictures in her new room, the pictures of her dearly departed birth parents and her still alive adoptive parents. He knew about that part of her history? And he had gotten those pictures of them for her? A gust off air exited her parted lips, and her heart clenched within her chest. A part of her felt touched by his actions, and yet another part of her felt that her privacy had been violated. She didn't want to be known as the little girl who had lost her parents anymore by anyone. Did he think of her as weak because of it? She bit her lip and looked over her shoulder to eye Gilbert from where she stood. Who was she kidding? Look at him. Of course she was puny and weak in comparison. Well, she would just have to prove him wrong. She brushed her melancholy aside, lifted her chin, and then strode back over to the two men.