[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
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	Evelina continued to give the faintest of smiles as people wandered in to the grounds. Greeting them as she must and directing them where to go. Answering the occasional question. She felt that Alicia would have been bored by now and she was right, the girls mind did tend to wander but Evelina figured that was just due to the womans youth. Granted to an Emendator most of those who walked the Earth were young. Save one or two distinct souls. One of which had returned to pay a visit. A rare one indeed. 

	At this time there were even a few who she was starting to say goodbye to. Humans were fickle like that. So much curiosity but it quickly vanished with boredom when what they were expecting to see did not occur. That was one of the main reasons Evelina invited the locals to see the grounds this evening. Sure they would get scared or a trick played on them but there were no "ghosts" - that was something she was adamant about. No "hauntings" were to be done. A ghost story sure, a haunting in the flesh no. This helped kill a lot of the rumors around the place. Many humans when they came to the grounds found little more than age. Figuring if the spirits did not present themself this evening, they were never around. 

	Evelina herself though, knew much better. The dead were everywhere. Some looking much more like a walking corpse than others. Alabaster skin was not really a tell tale sign but it did lend to enough rumors here and there. [url=https://media1.tenor.com/images/908f5ea6bc6e1ad346d6cf33cc13afe2/tenor.gif]One such[/url] glanced towards Gilbert and gave a cold but sly smile as her pace stopped. Her hobble dress clinging to her tightly, it was a wonder she could breath in the thing. [color=silver]"Absolutely tragic darling. There is nothing quite like an English Summer in the midst of a Soulless Attack. The fog rolls in and the waters of the Thames are stagnant. It was truly lovely, very sensual,"[/color] she said as she embraced the tall man and cupped his cheek. Her blood red nails running down his chin before looking about. [color=silver]"Would have been much more enjoyable hadn't a certain someone decided to [i]butt[/i] in."[/color]

	[color=silver]"What an interesting gathering our dear Lady Luck has brought forth this night. So many new souls. So much death. How delightfully tragic,"[/color] she said as she laced her fingers together and began to look over each of those gathered at near the old oak. Her eyes lingered on Alexandra for a moment before wandering towards Andromeda. [color=silver]"I know that smell. The smell of death, decay, blood cuddling screams. It reminds me of my great aunt. Oh Salem made many mistakes but not with her. It was her opus, her swan song,"[/color] she said as she looked towards Gilbert out of the corner of her eye. 

	[color=silver]"Where are the others? My dear Nancy, I have brought her something most interesting."[/color]

[hr][center][b][color=998849]October 5th, 1924 - 12:05 a.m.
Cairo, Egypt[/color][/b]
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	Alicia cringed as she rolled onto her back and drug herself to the wall so she could lean against it. Looking up she couldn't see the fire but she could smell it. She knew it wasn't good to have a fire in this town, or any larger town during this time. Fire departments were very equipped but there was nothing to be done about it. She was already crossing a line by even being here. One of the first thing she was told when she became a Paradox was to be careful. Meddling too much could mess up entire time lines. It was something that she, and everyone else was told when they arrived. Something the new Paradoxes were told as well already. The Destruere caused many problems, the main one was messing up time lines - it was something they fought against. She knew this, everyone knew this. If they wanted to forget it or ignore it, that would be their problem. She wasn't there to cause issues, just to look about and try to get back quickly. 

	Now she was injured, so that wasn't going to help. Yet she knew to stay low and not draw attention to herself. That meant getting patched up and out of there as quickly as possible. George was assigned this time line, this moment. He could handle himself. The man had dealt with a lot, even before becoming a Paradox. Reaching down she ripped part of the inner lining of her robes and started tearing it into strips. She needed to get her leg tied off quickly so she could pull out the wooden piece. Looking in front of her she cursed under her breath, a trail of blood was left from where she had jumped out of the way. She would need to clear that up quickly, before she became too much more light headed.