[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]

	The speaking in riddles was beginning to make Gilbert's head throb. Not that he was the type that ordinarily got headaches (except for that last one earlier that was due to overly straining powers he had been cultivating for... well, forever), so maybe this one was purely psychosomatic. It was distinctly possible that Gilbert came from the culture that invented the ancient concept of riddlemaking, and it was still a thing which, in this day and age and most especially now that there was the possibility of universe-ending shenanigans in the mix, he did not wish to be a part of. This was not a thing where one has an introspective moment in which the jagged edges of realizations come clicking together to form a perfect whole, thereby helping him gain enlightenment. To his opinion, this was far less of an ideal time for guesswork and more for solid assignments and action. [i]This[/i] is what needed to be done and [i]this[/i] is how we were going to accomplish it. Definitely some discussion on the best route to take to accomplish the objective. 

	[color=a0522d]"Of course you know, Siduri. I have always done what I thought was best for my tribe, whatever form it took. If these people need closure to focus, then they should have it. They must have the full extent of their minds and bodies dedicated to the work that must be done."[/color] Truth being an option, he could use some closure, too. Gilbert was very fond of Evelina. Their constant bouts of "boardless chess" were something that he would also miss. It wasn't like there was anyone else in any creation that knew the game in quite the same way that they did. [color=a0522d]"Respectfully, Siduri, if there is a more logical course of action, I am always open to new intelligence."[/color] 

	She was absolutely right about one thing, which Gilbert agreed with wholeheartedly: There concept of Humanity was high with these people. It was with him as well. Gil had grown to appreciate damn near every facet of what mankind had to offer, the good and the bad; cultures and concepts that spawned philosophies which influenced ways of life unique from each other, as a fingerprint might be. Over his eons as either hero or villain, Gilbert had developed an unmistakable bond with people and their living world. 





[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]

	Ok, seriously? The talk about killing dragons was starting to make his eye twitch. The only dragons that James remembered seeing came on The Learning Channel, way back before that round bitch and her almost equally corpulent tyke got involved, turning it into the very shortened "TLC", as if they weren't even trying to hide the fact that nobody was learning shit off of that waste of airwaves anymore. [i]Except[/i] (and this was a pretty big exception) maybe that the basest level of entertainment still held sway over enough people to keep it around. Like dogfighting. Or Jerry Springer. But back to point, dragons? Not in the classical sense, just those huge lizards on those islands that Darwin wrote about. He didn't sign up for it. Come to think about it, he didn't sign up for anything here. James just didn't didn't opt out. 

	Wait, or was he thinking about Animal Planet? Hmm... 

	[color=cd5c5c]"Yeah, no worries, girl. I gotcha,"[/color] he said back to Andromeda, shifting his attention back to the lady of the hour when his very pale fellow Paradox did the same. James also heard the name Miss Babylon, and after a moment came to think that he had heard it before. If not that exact name, then one of the others that Siduri had used to refer to her over the course of the conversation. That was all in reference to the same person, right? James thought it was. More than that, he could have sworn that there had been a mission, training or otherwise, to New York recently. Has they already been in this mystery woman's stomping grounds? "They" meaning the Ville au Camp group, Emendators and Paradoxes collectively. And so long as they were on the topic of outside help to specifically train the new batch of ...[i]them[/i], who were they going to have to locate for him? How many Wereboars were around? That being barred, shapeshifters of any kind? James had so many questions, but really wanted to wait for a solid Q&A session to really vent. But one question pecked at the inside of his head a little harder than the others: 

	[color=cd5c5c]"So, um... Dragons? Like [i]actual dragons[/i], right? They really a thing?"[/color]