[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=sienna]Gilbert[/color] & [color=indianred]James[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[b][color=sienna]Location:[/color][/b] Ville au Camp (Main Building, Dining Room) 
[b][color=sienna]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][/center]

	Gilbert was actually a little taken aback by the choices of the new Paradoxes. His very nature (in recent centuries) was relatively charming and laid back; if not something that inspires comfort in others, his nigh everpresent smile might at least disarm wary psyches. It was probably why he was generally one of the first Emendators that newcomers met. That and, if any went off the deep end, he was a big, strong guy with a lot of experience handling raving lunatics in overbearing situations. Not that other Emendators did not, granted, even the less combat inclined among them had more than enough experience to handle themselves. It was just his role. 

	Still, none of the Paradoxes felt comfortable around him? Even to the point that they selected Emendators that they hadn't spoken with in any meaningful way rather than associate with him around the public. He must be losing his touch. Or maybe he came on too aloof, too ... "[i]I AM GILGAMESH, HIGH AND HOLY DEMIGOD OF SUMERIA, DESTROYER OF WORLDS! BOW BEFORE ME, YE PLEBES AND VERMIN OF HUMANITY![/i]" Or not. Hopefully not, anyway. It wouldn't have been his best moment, were that the case. 

	Even as no one had selected him, it still wasn't a huge point. Maybe he would use the opportunity to take it easy this night, just do what he did as quickly as possible and spend the rest of the evening in repose. It was a pretty solid plan. Gilbert has accepted this as the totality of his evening, and in fact had come to look forward to the idea in the seconds that followed, until the dark complected gentleman with the cowboy hat hanging on the chair behind him opened his mouth and screwed it up for him. 

	[color=indianred]"Now, that ain't quite balanced, n'is it?"[/color] he began, looking to Gilbert. Perhaps he could tell that the tall immortal had a similar, easygoing attitude like himself. Or it could have been that, with the other Paradoxes going against the suggestion of the Dice Lady and choosing Emendators that they had little contact with for the purposes of (he assumed) getting to know them better, he was going to do the same. [color=indianred]"If'n it's alright with y'all, I'll be hangin' with Mr. Hat, here."[/color] 

	[i]That[/i] was it. The reason must be that James, a long time lover of head coverings (even to the point of wearing both a bandana and stetson simultaneously on a regular basis) gravitated toward Gilbert in that moment was because he had appreciation for his "hat game". James could only imagine all of the wonderous bits of knowledge that the Emendator could impart regarding head gear, both fine and utilitarian. Gilbert & James. It sounded like a magic act or a folk music duo. Gilbert nodded at the once formidable blackneck, cracking a polite smile and acquiescing to the idea that he would indeed have a hanger-on that evening; just the one. From what he knew about James, and he knew a lot, they'd probably get along okay.