[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=a0522d]Gilbert Summers[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/2d5702c8-fbbe-4a46-a9f6-87334c420d5b.jpg[/img][hr][b][color=sienna]Location:[/color][/b] Ville au Camp (Main House, Room 101 (Sitting Room)) 
[b][color=a0522d]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][/center]

	The topic seemed to be the only thing of notice, out of all of the interesting things that had been brought up. Naturally, as the Paradoxes were "fresh", as it could be described, or maybe just very young in comparison to the Emendators; the concept of looming death was still a pressing, motivating factor. Siduri went and dropped a concept of End of Days on all of them. A total elimination of the timelines would be a true death for even Emendators, though Gilbert looked at the idea with more of an academic mindset. After all, it would mean the true death for everything. 

	Gilbert looked around the room at a couple of the Paradoxes, and his mind focused on a couple more who had moved on to the next room. They had lived through their own versions of an Apocalypse. Anyone who survived one of those for any length of time had to have a talent for it. Gilbert understood why Evelina chose so many people from that timeline to be Paradoxes with this latest group. Then, there was his star pupil. Her life ended amid its own brand of chaos that might as well have been the End of Days that Siduri described in brief, so far as anyone there could have guessed. This end of everything? Be it metaphorical or a complete wipeaway of every possibility, and therefore every possible timeline, Gil was damned certain that this new crop was better psychologically equipped to deal with, and understand the fallout from, such an occurrence. Probably more than the other Emendators, being as they had already faced their own mortality. 

	It was funny, he barely gave the idea of Alexandra's "opting out" much thought, now that he knew about it. It was an option given to all of the Paradoxes and she took it. Some of those chosen just weren't cut out for this. 

	To look at Faith, though, and the potential for her abilities to develop in a manner that could become massively useful for their present circumstance? Be it at huge personal risk to her, and if that was even a route they wanted to take. The idea slammed into Gilbert that, even with the training and conditioning that these Paradoxes had gone through, the whole of them had not gotten opportunity to work together or take time to really, [i]really concentrate[/i] on developing their abilities as Paradoxes. [color=a0522d]"We exist in this place, outside of time. It is the only resource that we have virtually unlimited reserves from which to draw. Perhaps it is time, now that our new Paradoxes have adjusted to the reality of their existence, to focus on [i]them[/i]. We need our best to handle what is to come. Developing these young ones should be our priority. Unless this Loop fractures, as I have said, we have unlimited time to do exactly that."[/color] 

	Gilbert stared keenly at all of those present before continuing, [color=a0522d]"It also might be wise to check in with the more veteran Paradoxes at large. Giosue, perhaps we can view them remotely and work out a temporary extraction. Maybe they could help. Otherwise, they must be informed."[/color] 




[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=cd5c5c]James Grady[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/110f59a7-f09e-40d4-b96a-9754fb285add.jpg[/img][hr][b][color=indianred]Location:[/color][/b] Ville au Camp (Main House, Room 101 (Sitting Room))
[b][color=cd5c5c]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][/center]

	James had settled into his own chair in the Sitting Room, proving yet again that it wasn't just a clever name for that particular piece of floor surrounded by those particular walls. There was a ton to talk about, not the least of which being the more personal matter of which one of their number moved on to the Great Beyond, whatever the hell that actually was. The word that it was Alexandra honestly surprised him. The woman had been very present for almost the entire time that they were on the grounds of the plantation, acting in the histrionic manner that only she could. From what he gathered, she used to be Circus people. It showed. Now she was just [i]gone[/i]? Did someone make her feel unspecial? It would have been one hell of a tantrum to make her give up on an afterlife-ish experience like this one, complete with superpowers. At the face of it, this made no sense. But he did remember getting the option to do just that on his first day at Ville au Camp. It even came with the welcome speech. James guessed that she decided to take them up on the offer. 

	Well, there was no sense in being a hater about it. If she was at peace, more power to her. James did wish that she was still around, at least as another person to help out when the (proverbial) shooting started. But it was her choice. 

	Likewise, it was Andromeda's choice to want to take a moment for herself in the other room. From what James had heard her talk about, the presence of the carnival was working her last nerve, though he couldn't help but feel that there might be more at play that he just wasn't aware of, floating around in her head. James had his own talents as a Paradox; reading minds wasn't one of them. So when she said that she needed to take a breath, the man took her at face value. His initial instinct was to rise from his seat and see if she was okay - he even put both hands on the armrests and began to stand, until the manners that were slapped into him as a child of the American South took over. When a lady says she wants a minute to herself, it's because she either A) wants someone specific to follow her, or B) wants to be left the hell alone. James was betting that it was B. Like hell he was going to force his presence on someone who needed a minute to steady herself. Besides, Sophia seemed to have taken it upon herself to test his theory. 

	On the upside, if he heard a smack from the other room, he was right. 

	The rest of the other stuff Gilbert was saying conjured up a question from James, which he vocalized to the Emendators. [color=cd5c5c]"So, um... How many more-a us are there runnin' around out there?"[/color]