[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=a0522d]Gilbert Summers[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/e7c07d04-c1a3-4c61-843c-35675a180b1c.gif[/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]

	Gio and Gilbert didn't see eye to eye very often, though there wasn't any loss of camaraderie over it. Quite the opposite, their similar but not exact outlook on many things led to interesting bits of conversation that were generally varied but rarely boring. To Gil, anyway. To others viewing it, the event could very well be something akin to paint drying, he didn't know. He was an astute observer of the human scene but not so much of a sociologist. In any case, the sudden agreement of his fellow Emendator was enough to warrant a glance in the direction of The Watch with subdued concern. A full agreement without prior discussion at length, weighing the pros and cons, and eventually coming to a decision with elements of his original ideas was generally more likely. Unless, of course, they were in immediate conflict. 

	Was that what this was becoming? It certainly seemed that way, looking at the loss of Emendators and Paradoxes both in a short span of time. Their ability to bolster their numbers was removed, their people scattered across the timelines, and the enemy outnumbering them many times over. These new ones were still green and unsure of their abilities. Now this voice from thousands of years ago reappears at just the right moment to [i]utterly piss him off[/i] and then nudge them in the direction of something epic and final. Maybe they [i]were[/i] at war. [color=a0522d]"We are in a compromised position and our opponents are many to our very few. Thank you, Giosue, for your endorsement. We should handle that sooner rather than later."[/color] The tone to his voice was experienced, steady. [color=a0522d]"The people of the Carnival are welcome to our hospitality for as long as they want it, so long as they remain respectful of our grounds and our residents. We have resources enough for everyone. Remember, one day lasts for a very long time here."[/color] He gave a nod to Gio, as it was his command over time that allowed Ville au Camp to exist. [color=a0522d]"We shall concentrate efforts to improve our Paradoxes and bring in others to assist. Maybe it is even time for the elder of us to learn new things again."[/color] Part of him wanted to address Faith on her issue, but the situation had been addressed and the decision was fully hers to elaborate upon. 

	[color=a0522d]"Siduri, a very long time ago, before I knew what I was, you advised me to abandon my quest and enjoy the simple wonders of life. Would you advise that course of action now?"[/color] Ever the headstrong one, Gilbert had a good idea of what he wanted to do. But he was so very different than he was back then. 




[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=cd5c5c]James Grady[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/b0c1bca3-09d6-44bd-9e30-4651777b3ef6.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]

	Hundreds. James let that thought rattle around in the recesses of his brain for a moment or two. Really flit about, ricocheting off of one side of the inner wall of his skull with a thoughtform [i]ping[/i]ing sound before zooming back to the other side, smacking over and over in rapid succession until the internal noise became a deafening cacophony, not unlike a vast sea of metronomes announcing their presence and just [i]staying there[/i], ad infinitum, incessantly, until James felt like standing and screaming. Not that he did. James simply sat quietly, listening to the conversation go on around him about things that he was at present [i]vastly[/i] unprepared to venture into. An army of superpowered assholes of various shapes and sizes that were just described as "those of the darkness", lurking in the various timelines just itching to eviscerate each and every one of them. 

	And what could James do to fight the Forces of Darkness? What mighty powers could he bring to bear to stem the flow of the hordes of evil and entropy, to combat the End of Everything? Well, so far James had turned into a pig. And talked to squirrels. Horses once, but mostly squirrels. If Faith had the potential to expand what she could do, then what could a well trained, motivated man-boar do? Admittedly, probably not step into the netherspaces between the almost abstract concepts of Life and Death. That would be silly. Well, no sillier than the idea of being a Paradox, which was in its own way very much like existing in a place between life and death. So yeah, James's head hurt. But out of all of this, one solid fact remained: James now knew about Diplomacy, the practices of ancient courts, [i]Heraldry[/i] for dick's sake; he could fight with a knife and shoot a bow like frigging Robin Hood, even speak fluent Russian. But his actual Paradox abilities that set him apart from the common schmuck that could have picked up the same skills at a trade school? Yep, just a bit undertrained and unutilized. 

	Now, after a long, long training session, the last thing he wanted to do was jump back into it. And this had been [i]huge[/i]. All the same, he wanted to do his part. But who among any of the Emendators or Paradoxes had any experience with shifting forms? Gilbert maybe, though his type of bodily change made him into different [i]people[/i], copied perfectly or fresh and new, individual as snowflakes. Maybe he could help in a broad sense. But if James had to learn all he could learn by trial and error? Or got stuck in some monstrous hybrid form? He had to get himself in top form for whatever this coming "End" was. [color=cd5c5c]"Aight, I'm in. However y'all need me, but we gots us some logisticals to hammer out, [i]'specially[/i] as we on hotdamn hundreds of baddies thinkin' on eatin' us."[/color] 

	[color=cd5c5c]"Maybe we ought get e'body on the same page. Where you want I should start?"[/color]