[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=a0522d]Gilbert Summers, "The Hat"[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://fanbolt-fanbolt.netdna-ssl.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/11/Jason-Momoa.jpg[/img][hr][b][color=sienna]Location:[/color][/b] Ville au Camp (Carnival Setup -> Toward Main House) 
[b][color=a0522d]Skills:[/color][/b] Perception, History [hr][/center]

        The nagging thought of Giosue's absence weighed upon Gilbert. He could not help but make the connection between the carnival's arrival and his immediate departure. Did he know something that Gilbert did not? The older looking Emendator was not the type to just vanish, abandoning his own. The Hat knew him as a better quality person than that. 

        Gilbert wanted answers, and immediately. There were too many variables in play, and many of them involved persons or entities with abilities that were supernatural in nature. Despite it being a stretch of the assumed intent of his abilities as an Emendator, Gil thrust his focus into History. Recent History of the area. Very recent, and specifically about Gio's actions that day. The result was not optimal. 

        It started as a dull throb that quickly encompassed the whole of his head, neck, and shoulders. It radiated searing, white light, ripping through his brain like an unattended chainsaw of pissed-off lava, driving conscious thought from Gilbert and robbing him of his sight. [i]Then[/i] it got bad. 

        While Gil still possessed the ability to stand, and it was wavering, he got his teeth and did his best to inform Faith and Bart that his difficulty was self-inflicted and not an attack done to him. [color=a0522d]"That was stupid, that was stupid, that was [i]stupid[/i]..."[/color] he seethed, bringing his hands up to his head. [color=a0522d]"I am good. That was me. Need to lie down."[/color] he grabbed for a shoulder to steady himself, any one would work, then began to make his way back to the Main House. [color=a0522d]"Get our people together, okay? Give the carnival people their space for now. Need to lie down."[/color]


[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 (Carnival Setup)
[b][color=cd5c5c]Skills:[/color][/b] Perception [hr][/center]

        [color=cd5c5c]"Ain't particular on the lookout neither, Miss Sophia."[/color] responded James with a neutral smile. [color=cd5c5c]"Still tryin' to figure out who an' what I am, myself. Ain't needin' to burden nobody down with that."[/color] He shrugged. It was a true enough statement. Then again, it was also true that, while he had no problems making good friends, it was a monumentally rare occasion for someone to get truly close to him. Such had been his life, and quite possibly now his afterlife. 

        One thing did get his attention, however. James gave Andromeda some scrutiny after her mention of dying at a circus. While the events of his own demise had nothing in common with hers, James did have a sense of empathy for the woman. It must be a different kind of anxiety, having to be in this place surrounded by Carny Folk. His face looked concerned and sober for a moment, and he nodded, [color=cd5c5c]"Alright, let's get gone, then. C'mon."[/color] Immediately springing back to a more optimistic demeanor, he glanced to Sophia and back to Andromeda, [color=cd5c5c]"Hey! Howsabout we get us some coffee an' such back at the Kitchen House? I'll tell ya both 'bout how I died, yeah?"[/color] James cast his gaze across the carnival grounds as a whole. In quieter voice, he concluded, [color=cd5c5c]"Talk about them other things, too..."[/color] The unspoken last few words in that sentence very likely had something to do with being behind closed doors. He started for the Kitchen House with casual steps.