[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=cca78e]Giosue Zino[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://media.giphy.com/media/3o6Zt2bcxvpiTQpZio/giphy.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Ville au Camp: Kitchen House Front Porch->Road leading to the Abandoned House
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Well today was just a bundle of grand happenstances that threw out just about every single plan he had had for the day. One moment Alicia's explaining that the girl had been knocked out by sensory overload (made sense, that kind of power could hit the brain like a hammer from what he was told by past Paradoxes). Then suddenly he's hit with the knowledge that Peter had been killed by the Destruere in Egypt and that George had returned his his body.

This information gave him a complicated set of emotions. On one hand he had quite liked Peter, as a person and it was a tragedy that he had expired. But Peter had also broken the cardinal rule of being a Paradox, and meeting such a grisly end couldn't help but feel like Karmic Punishment, if such a thing even existed. Or rather, even that his death was a direct result of his own refusal to let go of his past an focus on his current situation. All that said, he was by no means overwhelmed with grief, quite the opposite in fact. There definitely was grief, but it was in the background. where it wouldn't distract him from figuring out more important matters at hand like [i]What should we do about this?[/i]

Perhaps the most annoying aspect about this whole situation was how everyone had just run off in one direction or the other without so much as a word on where they were going, leaving him alone in front of the kitchen house. Gil ran straight past him without even looking at him. Even the passed out girl came too and stumbled off elsewhere. Well, he might as well make his way over to the scene as well. 

Unlike the other Emendators and Paradoxes, he didn't sprint over towards the event, but contented himself with walking at a brisk pace. The clothes he was wearing now were quite nice, and he didn't want to ruin them by sweating all in them. Sure, they would be pristine again come morning, but he would have to spend the rest of the day in them. More importantly, now was not a time that required him to move with unnecessary haste. When he got there, Peter would still be dead. Working himself up to see it with his own eyes wouldn't resolve anything. As Gio walked, a thought occurred to him, [i]Was this the true meaning behind Nancy's first reading today?[/i]