[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 -> Road Heading Towards Servants Quarters) [b][color=sienna]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][/center] [color=sienna]"Weather Manipulation,"[/color] began Gilbert, addressing Alexandra's two word query, [color=sienna]"is just one of the things we call it. Weather Control, Power Over The Atmosphere, whatever. I suppose someone with a more poetic soul would find a prettier name for it, but..."[/color] he shrugged, [color=sienna]"I'm afraid I'm really more of a glorified historian."[/color] Gilbert did crack another smile at the mention of Storm. He was vaguely aware of the concept of Storm, the superpowered hero that was raised in a place where her people thought her a demigod because of her abilities. But as she learned more about herself and the world at large, that notion changed. Much like Gilbert. As his mind was poring over the details of his own early history, he barely noticed that the conversation was going on without him. [color=sienna]"Why yes, I [i]do[/i] know who really built the pyramids."[/color] he said, his mind's eye going back millennia. No the imparted memories of human history, but his things glimpsed with his own eyes. He was present for much of it, in a couple of different guises. Gilbert was just about to go into greater detail about it when his face began to contort, flashing through stages of emotion quickly. Something was wrong. His voice came out in a harsh whisper, [color=sienna]"Egypt. Damn... they're here."[/color] The sudden rush of information hit him especially fast this time, as he was already pulling up personal memories from the location, be the time frame a little off. His eyes snapped up, going from one to the other of his Paradox charges. He made for the door immediately, just in time to see Alicia sprinting down the road headed toward the servant's quarters. She knew something, too. [color=sienna]"Destruere. Damn you, Peter."[/color] he whispered, grief tinting his voice. He stepped outside of the Kitchen House proper, and before he knew it his feet were put one in front of the other, faster and faster, until he was catching up with his Paradox friend Alicia running down the road. [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, Front Porch Area [b][color=indianred]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][/center] It seemed that James was perpetually two blocks behind the Party Bus, as it were. In tending to his own questions, he turned around and totally missed the collapse of his friend from back home, Sophia. Well, maybe friend was a little bit of a stretch; they didn't know each other all that well before her passing, but in this place their familiarity was more than enough to draw James to consider Sophia a friend now. At any rate, he completely missed his friend going into some sort of fit and falling to the ground overwhelmed. James broke off his conversation with Alicia, not like he had much of a choice when she began tearing off down the road, and stood indecisively as he struggled to make a decision: Does he go and try to lend support to his friend Sophia, or does he back up his friend Alicia, despite his utter lack of training presently? As long as he was asking questions, why in the hell was the wind [i]still[/i] kicking up so badly? He thought this was fixed. Or patched, at the very least. Then he remembered what Alicia had just told him. Sensory overload. Cabinet under the sink. He nodded, decision made. James was going to go where he could be of use. While others ran toward whatever the disturbance was north of them, James jogged determinedly into the Kitchen House. As promised, just under the sink there was a glass jar packed to the brim with cotton balls, not unlike one his grandma used to have. He popped the top and got out a handful, immediately moving to help Sophia afterward. [color=indianred]"Hey hey, baby girl..."[/color] he said in a quiet voice, approaching Sophia carefully, [color=indianred]"This might ought help you out, just be careful we can pull'em back out after, huh?"[/color]