[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=0072bc]Evelina Lucas[/color] and [color=9999ff]Andromeda Aldrich[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]http://gifimage.net/wp-content/uploads/2017/08/no-one-expects-the-spanish-inquisition-gif-12-1.gif[/img][hr][hr][b]Location:[/b] Spain 1487
[b]Skills:[/b] [color=0072bc]Breakaway, History, Memory Training,[/color] [color=9999ff]Infection[/color][/center][hr]	Today was going to be different. Evelina had had an interesting four months with James and he had witnessed something she had taken no other Paradox to see. It probably would have been an interesting scene for Andromeda as well but she was not one to repeat herself, and the child had already been exposed to the Destruere. It was time for something different but that would still push the young woman. Taking a breath she pulled at the collar of the habit she was wearing. Blending in was key and dressing like a nun... had to be part of it. This was stiff dressing even for her. On the stool next to her lay another habit and a rosary as she waited for Andromeda to arrive. 

	Andromeda had enjoyed her time with Belladonna, finding that it helped her to center herself. She didn't know if she had truly let go of the ghosts of her past - the family she had left behind - but she had started to understand the bond to this new family that Belladonna spoke of. As she looked at the note underneath her door, she realized she would be working with the Dice and she couldn't help but feel a bit nervous. While the other Emendators and the Senior Paradox were impressive, Belladonna felt more intimidating to her. She was the head of the family, after all. [color=9999ff]"Good morning,"[/color] Andromeda greeted, once she arrived and spotted Evelina dressed as a nun. She felt a bit confused, wondering where exactly they'd be going - and her mind was just conjuring images of the convent from Monty Python and the Holy Grail. 

	Motioning over towards the pile of clothing that was folded up neatly she gave a somber expression towards Andromeda. [color=0072bc]"Good morning my child, there is your attire for this day. Please do ensure your hair is neatly tucked beneath your habit. Careful with the crucifix, it is quite ancient."[/color] The woman was without her pipe for the first time since the new Paradoxes had a arrived, her fingers running along the rosary as if she was doing a silent prayer and counting them off as she went. 

	Andromeda looked at it, glad that at least the habit would hide her hair. White hair wasn't the most common in earlier time periods for young women and she didn't want to draw unneeded attention to herself. That and she hoped the nickname [i]Pasty[/i] wouldn't catch on here. Her death had been the only thing to stop it from continuing to trend amongst her friends in her own timeline.  Stepping into one of the stalls of the barn, Andromeda changed into the ensemble, ensuring her hair didn't stick out as Evelina requested. She then stepped out of the stall and looked at Evelina with expectation. 

	There was a look of approval from Evelina before it faded and she stepped closer to Andromeda. [color=0072bc]"There is an intuition in me. It says that of all the Paradoxes I needn't have to remind you that we have to be careful when away from the grounds. That being said, I am going to reiterate it. Where we are going is dangerous, on many levels. Not only for our kind, not only because of the Destruere, not only because of our gender, our beliefs. We are going to a part of the world, during a specific time that I purposefully avoided having to live though by tucking myself away in Scotland for the next four centuries. It was Eden compared to the Inquisition."[/color]

	Her eyes widened slightly and Andromeda nodded. The last few trips seemed to have had a theme - first the Salem Witch Trials and now the Inquisition. [color=9999ff]"I did not expect that,"[/color] Andromeda couldn't help but admit. Yet at the same time, she was curious as to why they were purposefully going somewhere filled with danger - a place that an Emendator would avoid. Her inquisitive nature was already trying to anticipate the lesson Evelina was going to teach her. 

	[color=0072bc]"No one expects the Inquisition,"[/color] Evelina said in a morose tone before turning and heading for the portal. Stepping through the wall of decay hit nearly as hard as the blood curdling screams bouncing off the stone walls that surrounded them on three sides. Evelina glanced around her eyes darting this way and that as she stepped forward. She didn't let her nose even wrinkle as the stench burned her nostril hairs and made her eyes water. Nothing but a single finger coming to her lips as she gave the sign to remain silent. 

	Andromeda held her breath, squinting and plugging her nose with the stench that infiltrated this place. Salem had least been largely an outdoor adventure in the woods - but this was an established area, a torture dungeon from what she could tell where the stench had no chance of being eliminated. At Evelina's signal, Andromeda kept her mouth shut, looking around her to get some sort of idea as to why she had been brought here. As a history major, it was thrilling - but as a Paradox, it was frightening. History always was so much safer when learned about from the comfort of a dormitory study lounge. 

	Working her way through the narrow stone corridors one had to be careful not to touch them. It might be what one would believe a horror house might have been like if the bricks had been made from the mud from the Bog Of Eternal Stench. One touch and you might believe you would forever smell as this dungeon did. Eventually Evelina turned a corner and fell into a line of nuns walking, acting as if she had always been part of this line. A single finger pointed behind her for Andromeda to follow. Men, hungry and crazed reached through grotesque bars trying to grab the women as they passed. 

	Andromeda nodded, falling into line with the rest of the nuns. Without tilting her head towards them, she looked at the men behind the bars through the corner of her eye. Her heart went out to them - they looked like they were in horrible shape. For work supposedly done in the name of religion and salvation, it was pure and plain torture. Trapped in this putrid madhouse, she wondered how many of them would ever glimpse daylight again, but she kept her silence and followed the line, blending in as best as she could. 

	As they walked, they had to pass through the main dungeon, along a high wall that over looked the pit below. There, standing in center and making orders in Spanish the man himself, Torquemada. He was a smaller man, dressed in friar robes, his head shaved bald save for a thin circle of hair that rain around his hair line. When he went quiet, he looked like nothing one would ever worry about but when he spoke, his eyes darkened, he looked possessed. It was a terrifying sight to say the least. The nuns kept walking, silent, behind him and out the door of the main dungeon before starting to make their way up a long and rather narrow set of stairs. 

	Although Andromeda didn't speak Spanish, she couldn't help but feel wary about Torquemada. She remembered dimly lessons taught about him in her courses, yet they were nothing compared with the intense madness and darkness that seemed to claw its way out of his eyes. A shudder ran down her back, yet she forced herself to keep on moving, remaining in the row of nuns. Yet her heart trembled with anticipation and some nervousness as they began to walk upwards. She didn't remember what happened to nuns in this time period - it wasn't something she could have expected herself to remember, even before her previous life had become more dreamlike and fuzzy in her memories. Yet she trusted Evelina. She had to. 

	The door at the top of the stairs opened and guards, or were their worse, started pushing men and women alike down the stairs. The line of nuns tried to press against the narrow stretch but there was nothing to keep people from brushing and pressing against one another and the walls, the passage was just far too narrow. They were screaming, pawing, trying to grab the nuns, begging it seemed even if their words were in a language that Andromeda couldn't understand. In truth, neither could Evelina. She had never learned Spanish properly. There was reason for it. Her stern gaze however seemed to make them keep their hands off her, yet Andromeda was the last in line, their last chance, their last hope. So they grabbed as they were shoved further down. One refused to let go. 

	Andromeda turned her eyes to look at the man, seeing how gruesome and terrible he looked. He reminded her of Torquemada, yet his horridness was entirely different than his. She tried to pry his hand off of her, but he had a death grip on her. She would have told him to let go, but it was no use - she doubted he spoke any language she did. Maybe someone here would speak Latin - yet she found it unlikely. Instead, her eyes widened for a moment as she kept trying to get his grip off of her, only to watch as something dark seemed to push up against her veins, before it transferred into the man, spreading rapidly. Her breath caught in her throat, uncertain as to what had just happened, but she tried to keep calm. She didn't want a tornado to appear here. 	

	Evelina reached down subtlety, her quick movement wrenching Andromeda free from the man before moving Andromeda ahead of her and back behind the nuns. The man screamed and started running down the stairs as the guards got to him. The nuns said nothing, not even looking as they made their way up the stairs and out into the light of day. Evelina made her Andromeda was away from any of the others moving down the stairs. While the smell of the air out in the main part of the prison was better, it was still horrid but in comparison it was like a field of daisies. One could breath without choking. It wasn't until they made the streets and Evelina found a chance for them to duck into another alleyway did they finally break away from the group of nuns. Quietly Evelina began to examine Andromeda where she had been grabbed. [color=0072bc]"Did he hurt you?"[/color]

	Andromeda drew herself back from Evelina slightly. She didn't know what exactly had happened to him, but it had caused him to let go of her and the darkening of the veins creeped her out. [color=9999ff]"No, but...I'm not sure you should touch me..."[/color] Andromeda said softly. She didn't want Evelina to get hurt. [color=9999ff]"...I think I did something to him, actually..."[/color] She was trying her best to take calming and steadying breaths, thinking of Evelina's advice to her when her first ability had emerged at Ville au Camp. 

	Evelina gave her a look and grabbed her hands again to take a look, checking her arms and just overly being cautious at this point. [color=0072bc]"You gave him the Black Plague,"[/color] she said in a calm voice and slowly let go. [color=0072bc]"And no, you can't give it to me. We are immune to disease. I've seen similar in other Paradoxes. You wouldn't be the first to induce an illness. Just breath deeply and let's go home. I know where another portal is,"[/color] she said as she pulled at the neck of her habit and glanced around. This thing was stiffling, even for Evelina who always dressed prim and proper. 

	Andromeda nodded, taking in a deep breath as she looked back at Evelina. She appreciated her caution for her - it was motherly and her thoughts drifted for a split second back towards Belladonna's words many months ago. And at the same time, of when she was seven and had scraped her arms playing on the slide, her mother checking her over and cleaning the injuries. [color=9999ff]"...Alright, thank you,"[/color] Andromeda said, taking another breath. It was a relief to know that she wouldn't be able to hurt others that she lived with - she didn't want to accidentally kill the Dice or wound the Cards or cause the Hat or the Watch to succumb to disease. 
	
	There was a nod from the Emendator. Turning she lead Andromeda through the streets. Things were not much better on the streets than they were in the dungeon. Finally they reached the edge of town and moved into a deep ravine where a river ran low. Under a bridge and then  back through another portal that was hidden. Coming out Evelina wasted no time pulling the habit off her head. [color=0072bc]"How about tomorrow we go to the beach? I know a lovely hotel off the coast of Africa."[/color]

	Andromeda matched Evelina's motions, pulling her own habit off and exposing her white locks to the light of day. She was grateful that the loop hadn't been put in weather that would give her a semi-permanent sunburn. The October day was practically as perfect as it could be for someone of her complexion. [color=9999ff]"...Beach sounds fun,"[/color] Andromeda said, making a mental note to bathe in as much sunscreen as would be humanly possible before heading out the next day. Even if it didn't last the entire trip, it was better than nothing. [color=9999ff]"...Thank you, by the way, for giving me a second chance..."[/color] Andromeda added, not expecting Evelina to reply to it or say anything else, but she felt a need to say it - for whatever reason, Evelina had brought her back to life what felt like months ago now. Something she was grateful for. 

	There was a quirk of the brow. Evelina had never been thanked for bringing someone back, at least not with this type of genuine appreciation. Most either thought of it as a punishment or a way to get what they wanted in their previous life. The Emendator wasn't exactly sure what to say to that, it was an unfamiliar experience, which was saying something considering everything she had lived through during her existence. There was a bit of a smile to her lips and she nodded, before the stoic look she normally carried returned. [color=0072bc]"Do dress warm tomorrow, it will be frigid where we are going."[/color] That was an odd statement perhaps, island off the coast of Africa and she needed a jacket?

	Andromeda looked at Evelina with confusion. She had been mentally imagining something loose and airy, in order to protect herself from the sun but also not overheat herself. Andromeda instantly started to imagine what sort of place they would be going and all she could imagine was perhaps a visit that took place during the ice age - or during one of them, at least. But for there to be a hotel? It just perplexed her more and more. [color=9999ff]"A cold African island? Sounds like a paradox,"[/color] Andromeda said with a grin, making a subtle reference as well.