[hr][hr][center][img]http://fontmeme.com/permalink/170609/6993f16961e0f0769efda621e785818a.png[/img][hr][@Morose] [@FantasyChic] [@Nallore] [@Sigil] [@Natsu] [@Dragoknighte] [@Mnkee][hr][b][color=998849]October 31st, 1943
Ville au Camp [/color][/b][hr][hr][/center]
	Sitting there and watching the water break on the edge of the grass, Alicia let out a slow breath as she swirled a half empty mason jar of Holloways best. Not expecting Peters death to really have any affect on her, she found herself a bit more down than she would have liked. Not that anyone's death was ever easy and perhaps that was a good thing. For death to still hit her hard. What happened when a death no longer mattered? What was left to fight for then? Why fight? Other than out of habit, there really wasn't much reason when it no longer mattered. So this was a good in, in a very odd way. 

	Death was no stranger to Lady Lucas. It was like an ex lover that kept coming back, someone you never wanted to see again but knew you would. That you would open the door and let them in every time they came knocking. You knew it would hurt but maybe there was some beauty in the pain, maybe there wasn't. From the look on the womans face one could not tell. Evelina seemed to remain as cool on the inside as her nails were painted on the out. Every so often there was a twinkle of emotion in her eyes but it was quickly chased away by the dark cobalt swirl within her iris. 

	Glancing over towards James turned her attention his way instead of whatever thoughts had been going through her mind. [color=0072bc]"We would most certainly welcome help from you all this evening. It may seem odd, as one might believe that we wish you to tell them nothing but we find that gossip fuels legends and ghost stories. Things that get swept under the rug. Long run, being in the open helps us hide in plain sight. If any of you can weave a tale well, do entertain the children when they arrive or the tourists. They always seem up to hearing a tale of woe,"[/color] she said as she sat there and gently pushed her plate back. Pulling out her pipe she knocked it a few times before lighting it and puffing to get it started once again. 

	Pushing herself off the group, Alicia dusted off her rear end and what was left of the moonshine. Anymore thinking on this and she would end up shit faced. That wasn't a good idea, anytime. There was a glance of someone walking off in the distance so she decided to take a look. Maybe everyone was done with food and it was time to start getting ready for the guests to arrive. This time of the evening seemed to be enjoyable but she wondered if this was a night to do this. They had shut down the camp some nights, when things were bad or too many were off on missions. It wasn't like those around here would find it odd. Those outside the grounds knew this place was different. There were whispers, all were wrong, but there was enough of an air of mystery to keep them from poking too much. At least in this day an age with such a sparse population in the area. Folk lore kept them safe. For now. 

	Listening to Gio and Gilbert explain things to the Paradoxes, Evelina kept quiet. They had a handle on things for now. Training would start in the morning. And that training couldn't come fast enough. Several had already exhibited their new abilities, and it seemed one more was joining the awakened, for as Evelina looked over towards Alexandra she blinked out of existence in her chair and in the parlor in one of the cushioned seats. Pushing her chair back Evelina rose and stepped through the open double doors. [color=0072bc]"Yes, we must begin early before this one ends up appearing in a very bad situation,"[/color] she said in a cool voice as she sat down next to the girl. [color=0072bc]'It's never easy, but it does get easier to deal with over time."[/color]

[hr][center][b][color=998849]October 4th, 1924 - 10:05 p.m.
Cairo, Egypt[/color][/b][/center][hr][hr]

	[color=598527]"Mmmm, shouldn't have come with me,"[/color] George said as he looked around the dark and empty alleyway in the heart of Cairo. The air was much cooler than it had been but there was still heat in the air. Even though the hour was much later, there was still life on the street. And in the alleyway as Alicia leaned back against the wall. 

	[color=ed145b]"Yeah, yeah, get over it buttercup. I want to see the scene. Now the sooner you show me, the sooner I can get my happy ass back home. So fucking move it,"[/color] she said as she tucked her hair back in a weathered tan silk shawl and pulled it across her face to cover her features. [color=ed145b]"Anyways, better to travel in groups than alone."[/color]