[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 - Dining Room -> Garage
[b]Skills:[/b]N/a[/center][hr]
	"[color=97e23b]Garage, got it.[/color]" Bartholomew said, carefully clutching the suit in his hands, quickly heading out of the room, though the study, making his way towards his room. He got to the stairs, and considered the time and place he'd be going to, 1924. As far as he was concerned, there wasn't too much of a difference between then and now, running down any relevant events of the era in his head when he froze. Dear god, they were smack in the middle of the Holocaust. How had he not realized that earlier? This was uncomfortable to say the least, he didn't like the implications of any of this. He guessed changing the future was the exact opposite of these people's prescribed jobs, but how could they allow this to happen? A disgusting, tragic loss of mass human life. He gripped the banister uncomfortably, making himself continue his way up the stairs, pulling himself along. He eventually reached the top, and practically threw himself into his room. He had to pull himself together, knowing Gio was waiting for him. He swallowed hard, and forced the suit onto his body.

	As he fumbled with the last of the buttons, he'd regained most of his composure. It wasn't even an inexcusable thing on the part of the Emendators, the more he actually thought about it. Who knows how changing something like that would ripple though history? It just felt so melancholic, having the power to go anywhere and anywhen, and being powerless to stop true, wretched evil. He fit the hat over his head, and frowned. Why did they have to be the watchers and preserve the status quo, have to be the ones to prevent "anachronisms"?. It felt horridly unfair. Logically speaking, there had to be some "best" timeline for humanity, why couldn't they be in charge of making that happen? Wherever these "rules" came from, he wanted to know. If they were self imposed, he had to know why, and maybe even try to change the way things were he wasn't persuaded by given reasons. He looked towards the door, and sighed, composing himself. As much as this upset him, he did have a task to do, and upsetting Miss Lukas was the last thing he wanted to do.

	Bartholomew stepped out, and took the stairs down straight to the front porch. Thankfully, the garage wasn't far from the house, so there wasn't much of a chance of him getting lost along the way. As he made his final approach, he cleared and steadied his mind best he could. As much cause he had for intellectual and emotional distress, he was about to go into what could end up being a dangerous area. The juxtaposition of excitement for adventure and concern  resulted in a outwardly mellow, inwardly stressed Bartholomew Rosecliff. He forced a smile as he saw his companion, and waved, "[color=97e23b]Sorry about the delay.[/color]" He said in an even tone, before folding his hands behind his back. "[color=97e23b]So, how exactly do we get to ah, Cairo, 1923?[/color]" He asked Gio, peering past him, towards the Garage.