[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 - Kitchen House
[b][color=ed145b]Skills:[/color][/b] Send Dream[/center][hr]
	Alicia kept her eyes on James but her ears perked up when Sophia spoke. So it seemed this one could smell the blood in the water, or in the air in this case. She didn't answer. At least not verbally but she nodded somewhat. It was hard to hide the expression on her face. While Evelina might have done well in masking her moods, Alicia was like reading an open book and it was clear that she was hurting even as she kept still. She seemed more angry than upset though, yet anger was pretty much how her people dealt with shit when it hit the fan. There usually wasn't tears or what one would consider usual grief. There was anger and it manifested for most any negative situation. Healthy or not, even death could not change the ways some people reacted to things. 

	The Latina wanted to keep her eyes on James right then but as Faith snapped, her head jerked and she glanced towards her. [color=ed145b]"Well shit."[/color] Righting herself from her squatted position she dusted off the palms of her hand and smirked. [color=ed145b]"Some fucking form of invisibility. Get madder, maybe things will get [i]clearer."[/i][/color] It was a suggestion at least. Seemed most of every ones abilities manifested when shit hit the fan in one way or another. The more emotionally unstable for a time the stronger the ability. Was her best best. If it didn't work, at least with that she didn't have to worry about some fucking tornado coming out of no where if Faith lost her temper. 

	Then James started to revert and Alicia had to turn her attention back to him. Taking a breath she was at least glad to see that he was able to change back. She couldn't help but laugh at his run down of the situation but she shook her head at his question. [color=ed145b]"Naw, didn't hurt anyone. Just made a few go what the fuck. And hey, you used to hunt them fuckers you know how dangerous they can be. Especially against some fuckwad without a bow. Better than turning into a fucking fairy in my book,"[/color] she said as she stepped onto the front porch of the Kitchen house. [color=ed145b]"How about a drink? Anyone want a damn drink?"[/color]

	Then Bart opened his mouth and Alicia didn't stop the eye roll, one in which if her eyes were not already attached in their sockets would have sent her eyes getting stuck in the back of her head. [color=ed145b]"I already answered that fucking question. But since you didn't pay attention the first time, let me repeat myself. He has more important shit to tend to. But hey since that isn't enough for you, how about this..."[/color] she growled. 

	Alicia held a special ability. They all did in their own way. Some had manifested at least one, others had not. Alicia had manifested both in her time since her own personal arrival. Empathy she had been using nearly constantly since the first new Paradox showed up. The other she hadn't and most wouldn't suspect it was something she could do to those that were awake. It was. Day dreams were something that fell under the skill set. There was a haze that came over her eyes and then it happened...

[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 - Main House (201)
[b][color=0072bc]Skills:[/color][/b] Administration, Diplomacy, Memory Training, History[/center][hr]
	George nodded towards Nancy and gave the small hint of a smile as it tugged at the corner of his mouth that could be seen. It was then it finally dawned on him that there were new arrivals. Luckily they hadn't gone totally bat shit nuts over seeing him like others had. He wasn't sure where others were or if there were others but he wasn't about to chance it. [color=598527]"Going to go get shovel, mmm. I will dig his grave,"[/color] he said before turning and heading in the direction of the Mill. He figured there was no need to change at this point, he would just get another suit dirty and ruined. And in some odd way it was fitting for him to dig his friends grave covered in his blood. They were soldiers in a previous life, and in this one as well. 

	Evelina made quick steps as she glided over the grounds of the main house and too her room. Unlocking the door and opening it before stepping in. She left it open for Andromeda to follow her. Her room was very orderly, as one would probably suspect, and yet even in the neatness there was some disorder, or at least it appeared that way. There were numerous bows against one wall, all from different ages, all well used but well taken care of nonetheless. Other walls hung many portraits and beneath them lay many more. Most were of her and a man, either separate or together. There was one in view of what looked like Nancy from another time period, same went for Gilbert and Giosue. All were different in their technique and time periods. Many were of faces only the current Emendators would know. Elsewhere in the room were her wardrobe, vanity, collection of pipes, hair items, grooming items, her bed, a large trunk that was locked, several pocket watches, and one broken pair of glasses just sitting there on her night stand. 

	Walking over to her wardrobe she opened it and pulled out a navy skirt and white blouse, pink shoes, black stockings, white apron, and from her collection of pocket watches she picked up a broach watch to pin to her blouse. Turning her back to Andromeda she finally spoke. [color=0072bc]"I do apologize that your first few hours here are marred with the death of another. Lord Keystone was a remarkable man in his previous life and in this one as well. I wish I could say that if he had remained here he would still be alive but even I do not know that. Yet I am well aware it most likely brings up questions you might have. It rises several in my own mind,"[/color] she said as she pulled her dice out of her pocket and gently laid them down on her desk, ensuring they did not move or act as if they had been rolled.