[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=a0522d]Gilbert Summers, "The Hat"[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://st2.depositphotos.com/5326338/8137/i/450/depositphotos_81379998-stock-photo-actor-jason-momoa.jpg[/img][hr][b][color=sienna]Location:[/color][/b] Ville au Camp (Kitchen House) 
[b][color=a0522d]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][/center]

	The initial grab for one of Gilbert's students was met with a guttural instinct to hurtle himself over the railing and dislodge the newcomer from Andromeda. From his vantage, he could tell two things - the grip was not forceful, and something less obvious was occurring. Were it a painful or otherwise negative, Andromeda looked to be able to remove herself, were she willing. But in truth, The Hat was not absolutely certain what was happening, except that it was not immediately harmful. If anything, it looked like a variant of a Paradox ability; one with which he was very familiar and in fact possessed by a Paradox residing in Ville au Camp at the present. 

	Gilbert's eyes narrowed a bit at the young man's seeming indifference to what he had just done. Though he offered little in the way of explanation, the act itself said much to the seasoned immortal. He already knew that these people were not the standard, cut-and-dry carnival types. Not all of them, in any case. The psychic pull that he felt from within their ranks was proof enough of that. Some minor demonstration was inevitable. What Gilbert did not like about it was the disruptive nature of it to better establish the rules in what was beginning to seem like a chess match. That was for Emendators. 

	He remembered thinking about the numbers involved. Were they not invited by then Emendators' informal leader, Evelina, Gilbert likely would not have been as welcoming. Tactically, this scenario was not favorable were it to come to opposition. But that was just the way that his mind functioned, even as his face radiated friendship and involvement. Perhaps this was why he chose to give the boy a friendly nod while others reacted in more open ways. Especially Faith. 

	[color=a0522d]"Miss Masters?"[/color] he began, a touch of professorial authority in his voice, [color=a0522d]"What is happening is breakfast. Pecan and chocolate chip pancakes. I would appreciate it [i]if you would help me[/i]."[/color] He understood her concern. It was a natural reaction, if a bit immature by his standards. Then again, his standards of maturity were impossibly high, considering things. Nonetheless, he gave her a knowing nod and waved her toward him. Some conversations should be kept between Emendators and Paradoxes, and preferably over a mixing bowl.  



[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=cd5c5c]James Grady[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/11325d90-1162-4f69-a2f3-7ece57b6cc3c.jpg[/img][hr][b][color=indianred]Location:[/color][/b] Ville au Camp (En Route -> Kitchen House)
[b][color=cd5c5c]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][/center]

	This wasn't exactly what James had been hoping to see, as he neared the Kicthen House. The guy from the Carnival was there, who was getting looked over by Gilbert, viewed wistfully by Andromeda, and yelled at by Faith. Or was she yelling at Gilbert? It was hard to say without a little background on the situation. How he envied the Emendator's trick of being able to zero in on events within human history. It might have been useful here. But no, he was thankful for the gifts that he acquired since being dead. Not as flashy nor useful as some, although the ebon wereboar was fairly certain that fate put his gifts as they were for a reason. Andthey were pretty cool, actually. [i]Hogwild[/i]. It had a ring to it. Maybe hyphenated, or two separate words entirely. Well, he'd get back to his new superhero name after a while. For now, he came for breakfast and to talk to the people in charge. 

	[color=cd5c5c]"Hey hey... Anybody gonna answer fo' that bigassed patch of dead grass, huh?"[/color] he remarked, looking around at the faces present. He could tell that something was definitely going on as he walked up, and so attempted some levity to change the mood. Ask the questions pertinent to the situation when not in mixed company. [color=cd5c5c]"Well, we just get someone to seed that later. Probably me... but anyways! Mornin', Miss Andy. Miss Faith. And mornin', Miss Sophia! You all lookin' fine this day. Maybe one of y'all can fill me in on what was just goin' down. First, I'm hungry. We can give it a talk over bacon."[/color] He turned to Gilbert, calling out, [color=cd5c5c]"Yo Gil, my man, we gots that good Bacon, right? ...wait, that seems kinda unsettlin'..."[/color] Considering that he now changed bodily into a rugged, porcine form, it might just. [i]But not enough to keep that man from his BACON.[/i] 

	Absently, James fondled the Santa Muerte pendant around his neck. That wound was still fresh, but he was going to push beyond it right now, until he had better answers. [color=cd5c5c]"Naw, fuck all that. [i]Brang on th' SWINE.[/i]"[/color] Giving his last utterance consideration, that might make an excellent battle cry for him. [i]"Brang on th' SWINE"[/i], indeed.