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Bartholomew Rosecliff


Location: Towards Carnival Set-up (Main Road) -> Near Water
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Bart kept up pace with Faith. He frowned and moved his head from side to side in thought. "Wasn't quite my line of thinking." He explained, "Golgotha and co. are obviously pretty powerful. If we upset them significantly, perhaps Eve had to leave to make reparations." Eve leaving just because they messed up wouldn't make much sense, but he could see a logical chain of events that involved her making amends by going on some kind of mission for them. Maybe it was out of some kind of care for the two of them that she hadn't told anybody of this, not wanting to color the opinions of them to the rest of the group. "They don't seem like the type of people who'd you want to be on the bad side of."

Surprised when Faith took initiative to talk to one of the girls, he turned on the spot, and followed her back. He waved along with Faith's introduction. He wouldn't launch into questions, not wanting to scare them. He simple smiled at Faith's words and waved, "Nice to meet you, formally that is." He knew he'd seen her when she came through the house. People who walked through the camp singing was an odd sight to be sure, but these were carnies, of some form or another anyway, so he figured that was to be expected to a degree. He knew there was, in all probability, something off about this group as a whole though, so they still deserved plenty of scrutiny, even with his current thoughts on why they might be here.
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October 31st, 1943 - Curious



Ruthie gave a slight nod as her fingers wrapped around the cup. "Thanks," she said before taking a sip, her eyes not really looking anywhere until they went behind her as something seemed to catch her attention. Rolling her eyes she downed the rest of the cup and refilled it, Gilbert had said it was alright. Ben looked at her and let out the tiniest of smiles before taking another long pull from his cigarette, his legs stretching out before him. The question was asked towards Ruthie and she looked over towards Ben. "Don't see why not, it's what he does." Ben however was already shaking his head a bit.

"Naw, don't work like that. I can't do that," Ben said as he rubbed his his chin.

"Ya, you can. I've done seen it. Not just with me but Jonesy and that kid," Ruthie said setting the cup down on the table.

"You saw how that all worked?" he asked her a bit surprised.

"I knows I was deader than Jesus and Gabe begged and you brought me back. Same with that kid. You, you just looked at him and he come back," Ruthie said as she sat there leaning slightly as she rested her hand over Bens. Ben pulled it away from her and shook his head.

"That ain't what happened," he protested.

"The hell is ain't Ben."

"I can't just conjure up some healing or resurrection from scratch. It'd don't work that way. All I do is move life. From one body to another," he said as he picked up her cup and then moved it to the other side of the table.

"So to heal someone?" Ruthie asked quietly, starting to understand a bit more.

"I gotta hurt someone and ain't nothing even, the longer, the more healing, the worse it is, the more blood I gotta shed," he said before placing the cigarette between his lips and pointing out the back door of the Kitchen House to the bald patch of ground. "Ain't nothing ever gonna be there again." There was a dawn of realization on Ruthies face and she nodded a bit, the color draining from her face as she took another drink. Ben turned his head and looked over towards Gilbert. "And I doubt I could raise the Raised," he said. It was a hell of a line to bring back the dead but to bring back the 'Non-Dead', that was a line even Lady Luck hadn't crossed. Taking a puff from his cigarette he just looked down at the table. "I didn't just born this way. Just like all them before me."

Libby half stopped when she heard someone. Spinning around lazily on the balls of her feet. She laughed a bit. "Well I ain't part of one of them traveling tent revivals," she said as she finally came to a full stop and crossed one arm over the other in a relaxed fashion. "Well nice to meet ya both and sure y'all, ask away, that is if you don't mind following me. I gotta rinse off, dust be everywhere on me and I mean everywhere," she said as she turned on her heels and started walking back towards the waters edge where she had been headed in the first place. "Name's Libby, most just call me Lib."

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Location: Ville au Camp, The Kitchen House
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Sophia looked over towards James and gave him a friendly smile and nod towards him, and mouthed a 'thank you' towards him, as Sophia leaned back in her seat and started to take a bite of her sandwich. As she looked towards Gilbert and Gio, as Gil made a slight comment towards it, and then looked back to Ruthie and Ben. A little bit on the ability that Ben had mentioned, bringing the dead, or someone injured someone either die or gets hurt them self. Looking over at the dead patch of grass from earlier when Ben used his ability to cure Andromeda's allergy problem.

She looked towards her fake hand for a moment, but then shook her head slightly it was an injury that wouldn't fully heal anyway, and it was pretty much a part of her now anyway and accepted it now. "So, to heal someone, someone else ends up getting hurt if i'm correct on this then?" Sophia asked, as she took another drink from her coffee and set the cup back down she wouldn't want to think of him bringing back the dead or what cost it would be either as well if Ben did do that.
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Location: Ville au Camp (Kitchen House)
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Gilbert was ever the tactician. Most of what he did was based around the presumption of human reaction surrounding him, or at least the focal point of whatever had his interest. Or because he was bored. Or hungry. It could be a number of reasons, but this time his actions were due to the hope of cause and effect. It turned out that he was, in part, correct. Though the free sharing of what information he had just acquired was not expected. From the look on Ruthie's face, the same held true for her. Very casually, Gilbert brought down a couple of boxes of different teas from the cabinet above as he listened to Ben and Ruthie's conversation. It was some intriguing stuff.

The part that got to him was the sudden wash of realization creeping over Ruthie as she did the math on the situation of her being alive right then. Ben had to have killed someone to bring her back. From what he said, depending upon how long she had been dead and what condition she was in, it might have been someone of some power. Or more than one. It was hard to say what he meant in full by the way that he spoke, it was quietish and left some room for interpretation, but Gilbert most certainly understood the basic premise of the conversation; it was the same as balancing a mathematical equation. To get something, you had to take it from somewhere. Even life. Especially life. It was how life worked. For the first time, Gilbert had a sense of sorrow for the boy. He thought Ben rude, a poor guest certainly, and that he had taken liberties he should not have, but there was a sort of odd kinship to him. He had made decisions that no one should have to make, ever. And he had to live with the repercussions of those decisions.

As for Ruthie, Gilbert quietly popped the stopper from the bottle of Glen and topped off her glass. It was turning into a hell of a day for her, too, knowing that someone was dead for her sake. "Let me know if you will want something to eat with that. I will take care of it."

So Ben wasn't quite a Healer in the truest sense. "We call that Shunting." he said to the guy. Elaborating, "Your version has qualities that are not ordinarily associated with Shunting, as we are aware. You are a catalyst, essentially." As he thought earlier, it was some intriguing stuff. Likewise, Gilbert was interested to see if that patch of grass would be restored with the loop reset at midnight. Considering the series of revelations issued around the kitchen table that day, Gilbert looked to Andromeda, gave a sly glance to Giosue, and favored her with the tiniest of smiles. It was no secret that she was his star pupil out of this group of Paradoxes, and he did think that Gio's use of words concerning a possible lack of interest in the events unfolding. "You have a knack, Andromeda, for being in interesting places at the most interesting of times."



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Location: Ville au Camp (Kitchen House)
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James had already stuffed a sandwich fully into his mouth. It was a mechanical motion more than anything else; his hands and face went into autopilot while he was holding onto the thing, so enraptured was he in the conversation unfolding before him. This was some of the most interesting shit he had the privilege of being witness to in a long, long time. Hell, not since he learned that the recently deceased were standing back up and claiming living victims was he more caught in someone else's conversation. Leaning over to Sophia, mouthful of sandwich, he used the lesser part of his manners to speak around ham and cheese, "If'n I wake up tomorrow with my head stapled to the carpet, Miss Sophie, I still wouldn't be any more surprised. Mmm hmm."

It was at this point that he realized that he hadn't put any sort of condiment on his sandwich and it was sticking mercilessly to the roof of his mouth. He didn't see the coffee that Sophia had made in front of him, so his initial action was to shake the jar of mustard over his agape visage in hopes of dislodging a bit of it and breaking up the monotony with his half-chewed impromptu meal. Well, it dislodged all right. A large glob made in to its intended destination, but another decided that landing in his eye was a better way of going about things. Amid a cluster of chants sounding much like "Ow ow fuck ow damnit fuck ow ow ow mutha ow fuck ow damnit ow muthafuck...", James staggered his way over to the sink and held his face underneath the faucet. A few seconds of water mercifully cascading upon him later and James popped his head back up, flinging droplets about the room that he seemed completely oblivious to, happy with his personal relief of the removal of a vinegar based condiment from his eyeball. "Whooo! That was a little adventure, now wan'nit?"

Suddenly remembering that they were in the middle of a life altering discussion, James tossed his two cents in. "Aight, now I know you gettin' both barrels a'questions, but if'n you'll bear with, it's the 'like all them before me' part you said what makes a man curious, get me?" He held up a finger as if to ask him to hold on for a sec, and turned to Andromeda. "I'm sorry as hell, Miss Andy. I'm forgettin' my manners all kinda ways. Would you like a sandwich too?"
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Location: Ville au Camp: Kitchen House
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Gio finished setting up the coffee maker and stared at it for a few seconds, more to have a single stable fixture while his mind was free to wander. It would need some time before he could actually make Andromeda's coffee (the water still had yet to boil after all), so there was no rush on his end. Not that he ever rushed anything that didn't need to be rushed.

But he was thinking about the nature of Ruthie and those that Ben had revived in times past. They had acquired properties of Paradoxes, but were they truly Paradoxes? If they were, then it seemed that it was tied to the returning to life aspect rather than something intrinsic to The Dice's abilities herself. But if not, these human-paradox anomalies were perhaps even more valuable than he'd thought. And the boy. He wasn't getting the sense that Ben was another. Perhaps he was a Paradox but never even knew it. Maybe he was a one in a trillion human who was born with powers and they'd never run into one before. It was certainly possible, they didn't know everything. Absolutely fascinating.

Unlike James. He was conducting himself in a disgusting manner. Reactively, he moved to shield the coffee from any stray water droplets the Georgian and flung about haphazardly.

"At least wipe your face dry first, Mr. Grady. The las thing we need is your eye fluids ending up in the beverages." It seemed that the younger members of the room had decided to take the reins with questions this round, so he abstained once again. And he had learned quite so much with the last batch of answers, he was happy enough with his rate of learning as it was. He had time. He could wait.
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Andromeda Aldrich


Location: Ville au Camp - the Kitchen House
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Andromeda felt a bit prickly at Gio's complaint - he had asked her if she wanted anything and then was seemingly irritated that she didn't pick the same thing as others had? Why not just ask her if she wanted tea or alcohol then, if coffee was going to cause him to complain?

"And thank you, Gilbert," Andromeda said, as he referred to her talent. "Hopefully it doesn't get me killed this time," she then added. She wasn't sure how the Emendators would feel about her disclosing the fact that she had died before... but her gut was telling her to say it. It wasn't fair to keep secrets when they were being so forthcoming. Ben had helped her, too. He had taken away her allergies. How could they expect these people to be honest with them if they were withholding themselves?

However, Ben caught her interest when he explained that there had been others before him. "You said there were others before you - what do you mean by that?" Her mind went to the old cartoon she used to watch in her life - Avatar the Last Airbender. Maybe this was some sort of reincarnation cycle or something. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, realizing James asked that same question just seconds before her. Her stomach then grumbled a bit in response to James' question. "Oh, yes please, thank you."

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Bart noted mentally how Libby spoke instead of the washing women. Apparently, they either were unwilling to speak, or were under some kind of direction not to. He took a look at Faith, and said, "We don't mind going with you, I don't think. Nice to meet you Lib." He was glad these people ere civil, to the point of being downright friendly. He then launched into a question, "So, you guys have to travel far to get here?" He figured that was indirect enough to the point that they might get some semblance of an answer to one of his biggest outstanding questions; How on Earth did these people actually get the the camp in the first place?

He was no expert in the time loop by any means, but he assumed it afforded them some measure of protection from visitors. His best guess was they had some sort of temporal abilities akin to the Watch's. He'd hold for Faith if she had any other questions she wanted to ask, since she decided to approach these people in the first place. He knew it wouldn't be wise to go for a question as direct as why they were here. While that might be reasonable in other circumstances, they'd already given them a clock on getting an answer to that question, and trying to push ahead of it would surely only be perceived as rude, and put them on poor terms.
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Faith gave her best warm smile. "Of course, wouldn't want to stop you from doing what you need to do. Totally agree about the dust though, it can be killer." She followed along with Bart. Libby seemed genuinely nice and she didn't want to scare her off by asking questions that were accusatory or insulting. After all, perhaps the girl didn't have much to do with the entire circus. Management, after all, seemed to run things.

"Well Lib, if you don't mind me asking, what brings you lot around here? Not complaining, mind you, it was just a surprise to see an entire carnival arrive and begin to set up without us being told about it. I'm not one to put down a carnival though. I experienced a few in my time and they were always enjoyable." That was a half-lie. She has been to carnivals, but she rarely enjoyed them. It was often a waste of time in her experience, but she was learning to enjoy those things now that she was dead.
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October 31st, 1943 - Night Falls Unexpectedly


There was a long silence as Ben sat there, rocking back in the chair slightly as his rested crossed against his chest. A trail of smoke curled up from the ember at the end of his cigarette. He didn't look at Sophia when she asked and he didn't speak to answer her but he nodded in confirmation to her suspicion. He only moved life from one thing to another. He didn't create life. If only it were that simple. Ruthie leaned back slowly, slouching in her seat as she heard that Ben had had to hurt others to save her. She looked around slightly disturbed by the information and looked around nervously before she asked a question now burning in her mind. "Who... who did you... for me?" she asked.

Ben took a long drag from his cigarette and huffed out the smoke roughly. "Lodz." It was a simple single name but Ruthie looked floored as she gasped and her hand covered her mouth. She had a look of disbelief on her face. "You got bit because of him! I..." he stopped as Ruthie got up and stormed out. Ben didn't move from his seat. He had known Ruthie for years now and she was one of the few people he was close with at the Carnivale. He knew better than to try to talk to her right now. He instead turned his attention back to the conversation and looked over towards James and then Andromeda. Both seemed to have the same question. "Yeah, is runs in the family. At least my line it does, others can't have kids. Isn't that right?" he said looking over towards Gio and then Gilbert.

Libby got to the water and waved at the three women who were finishing up and starting to fold the clothing, putting it back in the hampers they had carried out there. They just looked over to her and went back to their work. "Strange one them girls," she said as she put her cigarette out on a rock and slipped her shoes off. "Naw I don't mind. Nice talking to someone knew. Gaw, gets so dull talkin' to them same ones day in and say out, 'specially when they won't talk back!" her voice climbing to a shout at the end as she looked over at the girls. "Well I guess we did I mean we traveling all the time so been ever'where over da years. But ain't ever been this far east. So yeah, guess we did," she said as she pulled off her dress. She was still in her bra and lace shorts. Stepping over to the water she put her feet in and tested the temperature. "Hell if I know. Management says go here we go there. Ain't ever knowing the reason why, we ain't been on a real circuit for years. Not since we picked Ben up," she told them before she dove into the water. Coming up she giggled slightly as she pushed her hair out of her face.

The gate to the property swung shut with a loud clang that echoed through the property, it locking into place. Libby didn't seem to pay attention to it but Ben did as his head snapped towards the direction of the gate they had been let in through. The day seemed to push forward and the sun sank rapidly until it was dusk and the light dimmed greatly over the grounds. "Seems she's ready to talk," Ben said before downing the rest of his drink. Placing his cigarette between his lips and standing up. Pushing his chair back under the table he picked up his cup and set it in the sink before walking leisurely down the steps of the kitchen house and heading back towards the Carnivale set up.
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Gilbert Summers

Location: Ville au Camp (Kitchen House -> Carnival)
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Gilbert acknowledged Andromeda's concern before continuing with the rest of the discussion at hand. "You are much stronger now. Never forget this." Otherwise, he grew silent as the conversation progressed. Gil knew a thing or two about having to make hard decisions, the kind that people had to live with for the rest of their lives. For someone like an Emendator, that was literally an indeterminate span of time. You made peace with it somehow and moved on, or you let it consume you. He didn't even want to imagine what it would be like for one of his fellow immortals, or even himself, to succumb to something related to the darkness he had caused before he fully realized what kind of responsibility his abilities gave him. And he had caused a LOT of darkness. In one of his eras, he was even referred to as a demon.

The young man had traded one life for another, and now the lady knew it for certain. Gilbert knew nothing about the nature of the trade, although he hoped that the guy at least deserved it, so far as his ability to judge such things went. Gil did decide to respond to Ben's question to him, affirming what he had just said to the Paradoxes in the room. "It is part of being who we are. Like a tradeoff. Potential life for present life." The world had a funny sort of symmetry to it, if one gave it thought. Much of the time these things didn't make any sense unless viewed through the glass of hindsight, but eventually light was always shed into the darker places.

However, it seemed like the opposite of that was happening outside. The sudden onset of dusk was problematic, obviously. If this was a true coming of night; the manipulation of time or the like, then that meant they had guests coming for which they were not yet prepared. If this phenomenon was limited to the boundaries of the Time Loop, that was a different matter entirely. Then again, this utter manipulation of reality was a trifle unnecessary in Gilbert's eyes. Waiting was never the problem for him. He had waited for years, even centuries for certain things to come to pass. A few hours was nothing to him, but apparently it was for the leader of the Carnivale. Gilbert had things he wanted to accomplish that day.

Well, there was always tomorrow. In this place, tomorrow was both eternal and nonexistent. He wouldn't mind in the least extending the Paradoxes' leisure time for another day to account for this sudden departure from the plan for them. The other departure of the moment was that of Ben's, moving immediately to respond to the drastic alteration of their environment. Remaining upbeat, or appearing to at any rate, he spoke after Ben, "By all means, lead the way," and strode to follow.

His biggest regret in the moment was that the water for his tea hadn't come near to a boil yet.



James Grady

Location: Ville au Camp (Kitchen House)
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It was said that the manners the American South was so famous for was taught to them by the British. James didn't really think that was so, considering his own family history with persons of European descent was a little sketchy. He didn't blame the generation of them present at the time of his birth, though, and certainly not the generation present at his death. There were a ton of assholes to go around, rather than lump all of them into one specific group of people with which he and his historically had difficulty. And being fair, James was rarely burdened with an overabundance of formal manners. He tried. Really he did. But he failed a lot, too. So when The Watch made comment about his oversight that could have been easily remedied by a hand towel, he didn't take it personally. "Ah shit. Sorry, Boss." he said quietly so as to not interrupt the conversation in progress. It probably didn't hurt matters that Giosue seemed particularly British to him, like someone he'd seen who looked a lot like him in a sci-fi program somewhere along the line. So okay, James would listen to his advice on manners.

His initial difficulty could be handled by drying his face off. They had plenty of things that might be useful in that regard, but he chose a nearby apron, hanging on the wall. The other issue was one of basic sandwichry. As it so happened, he had access to a basic sandwich, which he wasted no more time in placing upon a plate and sliding it over to Andromeda. It wasn't anything special, just something that put solidity into one's stomach and was perfectly palatable, if uninteresting. Regarding the lone item on the plate, James shook his head. "Naw, Miss Andy..." he shuffled together another sandwich and placed it next to the first on his fellow Paradox's plate, followed up by another quiet intonation of, Gonna be a long day, and you been pushin' y'self. Hmm?"

Of course, the light of day decided to recede, instantly making a liar of him. "Really? Really? Guess I'm wrong again." There was a touch of sarcasm to his voice, birthed of making light of yet another unprecedented showing of power. In a more serious tone, "Might ought put somethin' on your stomach anyway. Might just have us a long night, now." He glanced out of the window, half expecting the sun to re-emerge like some celestial practical joke. On the inside, though, he was worried. Very worried.
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Sophia Harris


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Sophia looked between Ben and Ruthie as the two of them spoke, and nodded slightly towards Ben when he sort of replied to her she wasn't sure who the person by the name of Lodz was but she assumed he was someone close to Ruthie. She started to continue eating her sandwich that James had made for her. While looking at him and then Gio when he made his comment about spilling some water around the area as James spilled some mustard in his eye. She continued to drink down the rest of her coffee as she watched Ruthie getting up and made her way out of the room. Then Sophia could hear the gate suddenly slamming throughout the entire grounds which was either a good or bad thing, and then it suddenly turned into evening.

She looked over towards the Watch, it shouldn't have turned to night so suddenly could it? As she watched Ben getting up, they would finally be able to get to find out what Management wanted from them in the first place. So far Ben and Ruthie seemed to be friendly enough as well, as she stood up. Sophia wanted to know what was going on as well, and maybe they also knew what had happened with Evelyn as well and where she had gone to as well. "Should go and see what happens then." Sophia said, as she stood up, and finished up the rest of her sandwich as well as her coffee and started to follow shortly behind Gilbert.
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Giosue Zino


Location: Ville au Camp: Kitchen House->Carnival Set Up
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"It's quite alright, Mr. Grady. Just please try to avoid making similar mishaps in the future." He knew that James likely would forget to mind the cleanliness of his mannerisms in the very near future, but it was a trait that Gio had learned to tolerate with far less regulated individuals than he. Truth be told, he wouldn't have made a commotion about it had not the fluid in question not been contaminated by bodily liquids. The thought of drinking a man's vitreous made the stomach turn in disgust.

Mundane concerns aside, every new word brought up by the young man sitting across from him pulled along with him new questions. His entire line consisted of Emendator-likes? And he had met other Emendators? It was entirely possible that there were more out there that they hadn't met yet, but the way he spoke made them sound absolutely commonplace. Perhaps by others he had simply intended a past meeting with Evelina, Drem or the others, but such a set of beings being out there was a hell of a fact to conceal from the rest of them.

And then there was the matter of the sudden onset of night well ahead of schedule, which Ben took completely casually. And 'She.' Regardless of however this all turned out, he was going to have to get a detailed debriefing on just what had transpired in his absence. The Camp needed to be a secure space, and this Carnival potentially brought along with it enough variables to destabilize the entire operation. But that wasn't even the worst part.

"My apologies, Ms. Andromeda, it appears as though the coffee isn't meant to be." As much as he'd like to migrate the coffee grounds to some sort of stable container for safe keeping, people were moving and he couldn't afford to be left behind. Regrettably leaving the tea behind, Gio quickly made his way behind Ben towards whomever this mysterious She was,
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Andromeda Aldrich


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At the mention of lines, Andromeda paused for a moment. To her, Ben's comparison of his line to the Emendators was significant. It may have been an assumption on her part, but she had to wonder who started Ben's line - if they themselves were something akin to an Emendator. Language was incredibly important and critical here. Was Ben descended from an Emendator that could have children? Her thoughts flickered to Drem and Eve for a moment. She knew that Eve had loved him - and she figured that the news that there was a line that could have children, a line of people with abilities similar to hers... It might have broken her heart.

She nodded at Gilbert, not wanting to discuss that much further. Her mind especially was instantly distracted by how rapidly nightfall had come. Someone was manipulating time inside of the Loop - but that was supposed to be Giouse's power set, right? There were so many abilities from those at Carnivale that were similar to theirs. Andromeda had to wonder if they had someone like Gilbert or Nancy as well. Was Ben related to the person in charge - the one called Management? Was Management a part of his line or another one?

Andromeda gave James a slight smile as he gave her some food. "Thanks," she told him with a slight smile. She did like him - that couldn't be helped. She nodded at Giouse, understanding that coffee wouldn't be happening. Finishing up her food, her eyes lingered on James for a brief moment, a slight blush in her cheeks, before she turned and followed Gilbert out with Sophia.
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Bartholomew winced as Lib's voice rose to a shout at the girls, but gave a laugh afterwards. That was interesting though, since Louisiana wasn't too far east, as far as the US was concerned. He guessed that meant they primarily were out near the Pacific, maybe as far as California. That information probably wasn't too useful on its own, but he'd make note of it if it came up later. As a matter of principle, he averted his eyes as Libby stripped to her undergarments, not feeling comfortable watching the woman clean herself. He looked at Faith, as if to see if she had any more questions, when an idea struck him.

Doing some considering for a moment, he decided to ask, "One more thing, if it's alright. Shot in the dark, did you guys know Peter while he was alive?" He figured now would be a fine time to test his hypothesis, and he didn't feel like his question was intrusive or anything. If Peter spent time with these people, and they cared enough to come all the way here after coming from some place far away, that would explain pretty much everything to him. All he could do was hope Lib would be honest with him, as he waited for a response. He hoped he was right, not just for the illumination it'd provide, but for the fact that it would feel good to get a win on this. As the sun lowered at a quickened pace through the sky, he gave am unsure look at Faith, thinking they should maybe regroup in light of this new development. "Should we head back?" He asked.
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The girl was interesting. Her voice normally would have grated on her nerves, but it was a welcome relief. It was also a small reminder of home. She hadn't really thought about home given the fact her timeline was facing the zombie apocalypse, but she did have a life before that and before this. Her former friends, her family. She sort of missed it, despite relishing in this new life of hers. Libby was a small reminder of that.

Management was a good line to tug as she seemed to be the one running all of this. Libby didn't seem to know much. Bart continued to ask another question, but she was curious about more than Peter. For all she knew, they just knew Peter and wanted to pay respects. "Last question from me. You mentioned Ben and he strikes me as an interesting sort. What is he like?"

She faced Bart. After their questions, she would be fine with heading back. She wanted to find either Ben or Management, most likely the latter. Or perhaps Gil had some new info.
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October 31st, 1943 - Meeting Management


Libby looked up at the sky and sighed a bit, she had been hoping to enjoy the sun a bit longer but all in all she didn't look surprised by what was going on right then as the sun dropped to the horizon. The three women finished folding the clothing and were heading back towards the main grounds of the property now. Walking slowly out of the water she shook her head. "Naw, I didn't know him. Don't know if anyone else did but hey we just go where management tells us. I don'e learned long time ago not to ask why. Even if I do get an answer chances are I don't understand it," she admitted as she started throwing on her clothing over her wet under garments. Someone could have known Peter for all she knew but then again, it wouldn't be the first time they went somewhere and no one knew a soul.

"Yeah, probably a good idea if you wanna talk to her," she said as she started walking. Glancing over at Faith she smiled a bit. "Oh Ben, it's good folk. Little stand offish and he don't talk too much but he saved my Jonesy," she said and then her face dropped thinking on it. "We were out west and there was an accident. Mom and kid fell, got hurt reals bad. Kid survived but mom didn't. We got blamed for it and high tailed it over state lines. Didn't stop the town. They grabbed me and Jonesy one night. Tar and feathered him," she said. He voice was tired as she spoke and it was obvious there was pain in her eyes as she remembered just how bad it was. "I thought he was gonna die but Ben... Ben he saved him, healed him right up. Weren't for Ben and I wouldn't have Jonesy..." she said before looking over with a sad face and smiling some. "And he ain't ever used it as a debt. He's just good folk," she added as she spotted the kitchen house.

Ben nodded a bit and walked out of the kitchen house and down the stairs. Crossing the road he headed towards the Carnivale set up. Most people had given half a glance to the sky but hearing the gate lock they looked like they weren't gonna bother with putting a show on that night. Some were milling about, most though headed over to the main tent and music could be heard playing. Seemed they were going to take advantage of having a night off. Ben lit up a cigarette and took a long pull from it as his finger curled over the butt. The cherry glowed red as he spotted Management's trailer. The door swung open and Jonesy stepped out, putting his cap back on his head and rolling his sleeves down as he moved down the stairs and out of the way. He was followed by Samson, who as soon as he was down reached an arm up and held it there waiting.

Then came a pale hand out of the door. It rested in Samson's hand as the albino woman with devilishly pink eyes came out and stepped down. Her umbrella went up and covered her from the remaining light of the day. With the aide of Samson she made her way down the steps and onto solid ground once again. "Thank you Samson," she said in an elegant voice. It was hard to place her accent. It was one very old and long vanished from the maps of the world today or yesterday. Looking around, her eyes seemed to hold a constant twitch and she blinked overly often. Seeing Ben and the others she held onto Samson's hand as he walked her over to them.

"Damiq Ud Naga Amelserru," she said to them. It was a language that few would understand, in fact out of all who had been within the loop only two spoke the language and of those there, it was down to one, Gilbert. It was the language of the Sumerian's. Looking at him she stood very still even if her eyes jumped as she stood there, they never seemed to hold still for long, constantly twitching back and and forth. It was hard to tell who she was looking at if one didn't pay constant attention. "Na Za Mudu Ummum, Giglamesh?" she asked as her head turned towards Gilbert.
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Location: Ville au Camp (Carnival)
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Gilbert was not a follower. Even back in his mortal life, which is what he assumed he had once upon a time, he had proven himself a more than capable leader. Bloodthirsty, brutal perhaps, but a progressive leader of men with equal application of the laws that he established for his kingdom. He was first to charge into a battle, first to take risks on behalf of Uruk, and the establisher of the great walls that surrounded his beloved Sumerian city that served to make it a living stronghold against those who would attack it openly. Perhaps then, it was a concession on his part to submit to the situation that lay before him; walking along very familiar ground after a stranger, who was bringing him to an unknown being of obvious power.

He was okay with others like himself. People who shared the same type of history, if not exact span of eras and regions. His fellow Emendators. They might understand what it was like to be him. A couple of the older Paradoxes might fall into this category as well, such as Belladonna Crypt, who had existed longer than probably any other non-Emendator in the history of humanity. He did enjoy her visits. Truth be told, he was even okay with bending to the experience of The Dice. Evelina had a sense of responsibility about her that he didn't mind so much, and knew that attempting to condescend to him was futile and counterproductive. Even then, he considered her an equal whose judgement he trusted, ergo Gilbert was inclined to do as she asked. This mystery woman who gave no accounting of herself, who acted through intermediaries and did as she pleased? It was definitely a concession on his part to just go along with it all. But the "up side" of it all was that they were indeed about to receive answers.

Or something horrible would happen. Gilbert shrugged at the idea. It seemed obvious that he was going to be powerless to affect whatever was going to happen next, so there was no sense getting worked up about it. Time to flip that coin and see which side came up.

Gil followed Ben and stood outside of Management's trailer. He made sure to give a healthy amount of space. It occurred to him that this was tactically a poor idea, being in the middle of the Carnival where they could be cut off or surrounded by the people who very much outnumbered them. Being the Eternal Warrior that he was, Gilbert stood a great chance at survival if it came down to that, all things being equal. But the others? No, this was more than just him. Gilbert remained expressionless and serene as Management's entourage flanked the open space and she made her assisted egress. He took in as much of the scene and surrounding area as he could while still paying due attention to the woman before him. He raised an arm to about waist level with his hand outstretched, signalling for the Paradoxes present to stop. If something was about to happen, he wanted to be able to stand between it and them. Or to another point, he didn't want them in his way if actions turned to the violent.

Then she spoke. Gilbert's eyes went wide and his mouth started to fall open. He quickly righted himself, but the initial response was impossible not to note. She was obviously using the long, long dead language to make a point with him. Well congratulations, the point was well received. And that voice. When he heard it in his mind earlier, he knew that it was familiar. He just could not place it, which was massively uncommon for someone like him, who was a living record of history. His memory was, as the other Emendators, a living reference to the true and accurate accounting of history. It suddenly clicked.

"Siduri." From a time and place before surnames, before many of the credited accomplishments of human history, before titles were even common, the one word summation of a person, as spoken by another in its most condensed form. From before he knew he was what he was, before he even understood the concept of it all. The name took him back to when he was a disheveled warrior questing for greatness in what he now knew as a young time for civilization.

Gilbert removed the hat from his head and cocked his head to the side, letting his longer hair hang in the gentle breeze of the premature evening. A lazy but broad smile etched itself into his features. Was this genuine, or a socially disarming technique? Not even his words gave it away as he spoke. "You..." He gave a tiny, breathy laugh and shook his head casually. This look is different, though your voice does bring memories. It has been... forever, Siduri. If you would please, let us stay with English." He motioned to the others around him. "I believe it is the only language we have in common." He cleared his throat, continuing, "Now, what hospitalities do you wish of us younger entities?"



James Grady

Location: Ville au Camp (Carnival)
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Well, whatever shit that was going to happen was going to happen now, apparently. It was on. And as much as James wanted to meet this new challenge with bravado in his heart and a bow on his back, neither of these things were so. The best that he could do was to follow along behind those that had been doing their thing for the past few... well, since the dawn of civilized man, with a half-eaten sandwich and a look of outer confidence that felt completely dishonest. The time was upon them, whether he wanted it or not.

James did get just a touch of a distraction, noting the hint of color on Andromeda's face. It was flattering, really. He made a mental note to attempt more well-meaning things for her. The look he might get was reward enough. Provided, of course, that they survived the next hour. That was probably an important caveat to the entire situation. Otherwise, he'd have the mild blush on his mind while whatever force separated each of his atoms from the ones around them, telekinetically eviscerated them all, or just bashed him to death with a piece of random debris. Oddly, The Ballad of Sir Robin began to play in his head, and for the first time he truly believed that he understood the lyrics and the intent behind them.

Sophia had no problems whatsoever following after Gil. Neither did Andromeda. There was no way in hell that he was going to hestitate any longer than it took to hastily throw together two more sandwiches, one of which was deposited into the front pocket of his overalls, and jog to catch up with his group. In the back of his mind, James began to have an existential line of inquiry: If combat against these people was a foregone conclusion and he had to shift into his Peccary Form, was the sandwich in his pocket going to shift with him? And if it did, would it be held in a sort of stasis until he changed back? What if he was a boar for a long time, like, days or longer? Would it still be fresh then? Could he eat it? I mean, as a boar he definitely could, but as a human his digestive system was a bit more delicate. Could he store other things indefinitely that way? Could he roast a turkey, stick the individual pieces into pockets, and have it still hot and juicy when he shifted back a week later? This demanded more thought. A lot more, and experimentation besides.

Before he got an internal line of thought that satisfied his curiosity, or a plan to make it happen, they were already there. Damn. Here it comes...

And then Management started talking. Gilbert responded. And the conversation became pleasant. This he was not expecting. Tentatively, James took a bite of the sandwich in his hand that, for whatever reason, he had brought with him. He chewed thoughtfully, took another bite, and involuntarily let out a quiet, "Hmm." When Gil referred to himself and those around him as "younger entities", James stopped his thought short. Still chewing on his ham and cheese, he gave Sophia a little nudge, quietly saying, "Oh, this here's some soap opera shit." Looking to Andromeda for support on his opinion, "Right? Wish I brought me some popcorn..."
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As they got closer to the carnival setup Sophia took a moment and looked over towards the rest of the little caravan that made itself rather comfy now, she could hear the music being played in the distance. Before they were now standing in front of the Management trailer, and first came out Jonesy and then a few seconds later so did Samson as well. She still wasn't really sure what to think of these men right now, but so far they didn't seem to be hostile or do anything that would be suspicious other than coming out of nowhere as well. Then the pale woman known as Management came out of her trailer.

Then the woman spoke up, she couldn't really pick up the accent at all, as she then spoke in some other language that Sophia couldn't understand at all. Her eyes wondered over towards Gilbert who seemed to know it pretty well as she spoke to him, though she wasn't sure what she said specifically. But Gilbert did suggest that they speak in English which would be a lot more preferable as well, when she felt James giving her a slight nudge. "I never watched any soap operas before." Sophia whispered back towards him. "But maybe we will find out whats going on exactly."
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Giosue Zino


Location: Carnival Set Up
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Gio, unlike Gilbert wasn't on edge during the entire walk there. It never even occurred to him that there was a potential for violence to break out in the near future. If these people meant to do them serious harm, why did they bother to politely ask to set up on the grounds and then share their personal tales? They had already shown themselves to possess supernatural abilities, some significant degree of trust had to go both ways for the arrangement to progress as it had. Whilst he wasn't comfortable in the presence of the rousties, he had something of a relaxed guard.

Another point where he and his fellow Emendator differed was their conception of self in the hierarchy of things. Even in his youngest days as a general, he was not at the top. Those around him never had to treat him as akin to a god or risk punishment. There were always those above him who he had to answer to. Merely to follow another and defer oneself was not a concession he had to make. So here as in the Kitchen House, he was perfectly content to play the part of the number two, stand at The Hat's right hand and remain silent unless called upon to act.

Although he could not understand the words the woman spoke, he recognized them for what they were. From the tone and word choice it was clear to him that the two knew each other from Millennium past, and Gilbert's reply only cemented the notion. That she was older than even Gilbert, her appearance and the likely possibility that it was she who changed day to night to appear presented a curious puzzle for Gio to fuddle with in the back of his head. Just what was this Siduri, exactly? Perhaps some sort of ancient strain predecessor to vampires? One of the first Kindred perhaps.

However, the truth of this particular question didn't grasp Gio's attention beyond the shallow curiosity brought about from the simple ignorance of it all. What the Watch was really curious about, was what exactly she wanted to attain from setting up camp here and making such shows.
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Andromeda gave James a slight smile, chuckling very quietly at his joke. "In my timeline, the Devil razed a city in Washington... So it's not too surprising that the Emendators aren't the only beings that could be called gods," she said very quietly. The conversation between this Siduri and Gilbert felt incredibly heavy, although she had no idea what was being said. She hadn't picked up that language and she couldn't place Siduri's accent. However, the concept of more higher powers did not startle her. The timeline she had come from had prepared her very well for this aspect of being a Paradox. In fact, it would have been more surprising to Andromeda if there weren't other powers out there in the world.

She did of course still have questions about Ben, but she knew that they would have to wait for now. A large part of being a Paradox, at least in Andromeda's case, was figuring out the best time to ask questions. She knew that if she survived this new life for a long time, she likely still wouldn't even scratch the surface of everything there was to know. It also felt like the thing that was tying her here. Sure, she could have said it was due to her family... but really, it was because her curiosity had not yet been satisfied. She couldn't stop poking her head behind the curtain.
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