[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=97e23b]Bartholomew Rosecliff[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.imgur.com/GxId9ub.jpg[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Ville au Camp - Kitchen House
[b]Skills:[/b]N/a[/center][hr]
	Bart locked eyes with Gil as he said his name and paused for a few seconds. While he'd liked to say he didn't feel intimidated by Gil, he also didn't like to lie. The tension was broken a moment later, when Gilbert broke out into laughter. Bart sighed in relief at this, and almost missed Gilbert's response as his mind settled itself. His ears perked up a bit at the mention of powers having downsides, reminding him a bit of the idea of a karmic balance. "[color=97e23b]So she's basically Storm.[/color]" Bart said, a look of disbelief and consideration on his face. "[color=97e23b]That's... astounding.[/color]" He remarked, not really having words for how to react. He was simply amazed, sure, he'd seen The Hat transform earlier, and he knew something like this would happen to each of them according to Eve, but it felt unreal.

	He took a breath, and resumed listening to Gilbert explain that he had a a kind of omniscience about humanity. The hairs on the back of Bart's neck rose at that. That meant he, and nobody, really had any secrets here. It also meant he could probably ask Gilbert might have answers to the great mysteries of mankind. "[color=97e23b]So... You know who [i]really[/i] build the pyramids?[/color]" Bart asked jokingly. He'd have to get to know Gil better, finding himself fundamentally interested in what he might have to say. Bart nodded at The Hat, and returned to his seat, more than willing to wait and take some time to ask a few more questions. Bart helped himself to another slice of bread, and looked over at Alexandra. He heard more than a touch of what he assumed was Russian in her voice. "[color=97e23b]So Alexandra right? Where about's are you from? I'm from California myself.[/color]" He said.

	There was one last burning question in him, besides of course the nature of whatever his upcoming abilities may be. He'd heard, several times now, the other group referred to as the "Undead Georgia Group". He briefly turned away from Alexandra, and looked back towards the porch, wondering what that could ever mean. He'd add that to the ever growing list of questions to ask. He turned his attention back to Alexandra, and flashed a smile, "[color=97e23b]Gotta say, it's a much different place than 1940's Louisiana. God, I'm gonna miss the internet. And cell phones. And just about everything.[/color]" He gave a nervous laugh, trying to play his actual anxiety about no longer having the wonderful amenity's of his home time off as a kind of lighthearted thing.