[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 was about to open his mouth to say he was asking for a clarification, when suddenly, the world started fading out. Feeling a sense of excitement, that this might be whatever his ability is, he eagerly looked on. He found himself in a grassy field now, with a man holding a can standing in the center. He wanted to walk up and ask him if he had any idea what was going on, when something absolutely horrendous happened. He looked on in horror, as the mans stomach began to be torn to shreds, gashes of flesh being ripped and sinew being forced apart. He screamed, falling back on his ass, as he pushed himself further away from the bloodbath in front of him. He forced himself to look away as the world was covered in a flash of brilliant white light, before the world spun around him, leaving him gripping the ground tightly, tears streaming down his face.

	Once the world calmed down, Bartholomew looked up to see Lady Evelina sitting next to the body of the man. He wondered if he'd be watching her revive him, but alas, this was to have a much more somber ending. He noticed the other Emendators with her, standing next to her. Furthermore, she was covering the mans face. He frowned at this, unsure what to make of it. It did seem however, that she must have known him somehow. He forced himself up. He had no idea what was going on exactly, but whoever it was, the Emendators seemed to mourn the death of this man. He wished that he knew who he was exactly, but that could be something to investigate later. They clearly needed time to grieve.

	Having thought he was done, he was surprised when another flash came over him, and he found Alicia staring at him, but not where they were before. He was just kind of floating now, in a kind of black void. He cocked his head at her, when she asked if his question was [i]fucking[/i] answered, tactful as always. He gave a quiet nod. Whatever was happening right now, was more important than him. It was also at this moment that he realized that this was, in all probability, not his power, but somehow related to Alicia's. He did remember she could interact with people's dreams, and maybe that meant inducing them in some way too. As he considered this, the world blended back into view, leaving him standing where he was.

	It was at this point, that Bartholomew promptly threw up. He had maybe a second to try to keep it down, but that was to no avail. He had just seen a man murdered, the first corpse he'd seen in his life, and in a gory detail he'd never even imagined. He fell to his knees, and coughed. He placed his hand on his face to find it wet with tears. He sputtered, trying to get the taste of vomit out of his mouth, before using his sleeve to dry his face, saying,  "[color=97e23b]You know what? A drink sounds pretty damn good actually.[/color]" Which granted, was unusual for him, but damn if what just happened wasn't a capstone to the endless amount of insane bullshit that he'd been through today.