[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=ed145b]Alicia Gonzalez[/color][/b][/i][/h1][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/4de08da34ecf13bf3a10bd19a2b4ecde/tumblr_mm3fghzmPn1qd1s6no8_250.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=ed145b]Location:[/color][/b] Ville au Camp - Running Down Road -> Kitchen House
[b][color=ed145b]Skills:[/color][/b] Empathy[/center][hr]
	Running, running was something that Alicia was used to doing. In this life, the previous, or even the Alternative one. Running towards the danger, running away from the danger, running towards people, running away from people. Seemed she was doing it again. Granted it was her job. Not to run but to help. Which was odd for her. Sure she helped people in her previous life and "other life" but that was either our of necessity to survive, or because it was her job. Yes, this was her job now but she wasn't running because it was her job. It was because she knew a friend of hers was going through something and she wanted to be there for him. 

	Sadly, even though she could feel the emotional repercussions of his ability manifesting, she didn't know exactly what was going on right then. Not like the Emendators could. If they focused they could nearly see things as they happened for the first time in the course of humanity. Alicia on the other hand could not. So as as she came up towards the kitchen house her ran began to slow as she heard noises. Rounding the corner of the kitchen house she stopped in her tracks fully as she spotted a very large boar in the yard. Thing was, this was no boar, not really. Her empathy told her everything she needed to know right then. That was James...

	[color=ed145b]"Dios mio!"[/color]

[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=0072bc]Evelina Lucas[/color][/b][/i][/h1][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/b3ca16c4f2bf73f68f35946ba175d1ec/tumblr_mgbkewAp8c1qm0e7eo2_500.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=0072bc]Location:[/color][/b] Ville au Camp -  Road Heading Towards Servants Quarters -> Walking Towards Main House
[b][color=0072bc]Skills:[/color][/b] Administration, Diplomacy, Memory Training, History[/center][hr]
	When one steps into a created time loop, the world does go on around them. Yet within that one small little area everything holds still. Time moves forward, ticking away with each second just as it always did. The illusion that humanity placed on itself ever moving forward. Yet in that loop time gets stretched like a rubber band. Once it reaches as far a it can go, it inevitably snaps back and rewinds. Everything goes back to where it was, resetting itself. Leaves go back to the trees that once fell. Everything back in its perfect place, as if Mary Poppins came through with a spoon full of sugar and snapped her fingers before taking you out on a jaunty walk to fetch some fish. 

	Yet even Mary Poppins, or Ville Au Camps version of the British Nanny with a bag full of tricks, could not reset some clocks. She couldn't rewind the clock on Peters life to bring him back to them. He was gone and even the Lady of Luck nor any of the other Emendators could reverse this. [color=0072bc]"Yes, a waste. Each life snuffed out by those despicables is a waste."[/color] The white handkerchief was fading away to pinks and crimsons as she continued to pull and turn at her fingers, trying to pry the blood from it before it set deep stain into the paleness of her own flesh. 

	Looking over towards Andromeda she lifted her chin slightly. [color=0072bc]'Very few times in our lives are we presented with a choice where we chose what we want over what we expect others to want. Make the choice for yourself and go to where you wish to be," [/color] she said in a calm and even tone. Turning she started to walk and made her way to catch up with Gilbert. The least she could do for the fallen Paradox at this point was to give some quiet respect while he was moved to a temporary resting place until they were able to intern him in his final.