[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]

	Dragons, choices, free will, end of days. There were a multitude of concepts being spat out all at once, and understandably, people were having a difficult time sorting them out. Not just sorting, but the very idea of giving them priority was becoming tedious. Despite the extreme military background of the eternal soldier known today as Gilbert Summers, he was actually a fairly easygoing guy. Things that most considered massive events in one's life passed as the memory of an eyeblink to someone like him. It made him seem aloof at times, but in reality, he just had a broader sense of assigning importance. Maybe this was why the whole conversation was becoming somewhat irksome to him. The conflicting ideologies of giving priority, based upon the factors of these people's existence. 

	It was also becoming apparent that Siduri was trying to steer them away from finding Evelina. One dragon for another, indeed. [color=a0522d]"It becomes apparent that we must triage our problems."[/color] It was a simple statement, not an accusation nor command. And there was probably a good piece of truth in those words. [color=a0522d]"The overall picture still places wisdom with my suggested course of action. We have fledgling Paradoxes that do not have an acceptable level of control over their abilities. This must be repaired. Unreliable agents of our collective will do us more harm than good."[/color] But of course, he had been saying this all long. No one had overtly disagreed, yet no one attempted to make any plans around it, either. 

	[color=a0522d]"Twenty-four hours repeat here ad infinitum. We almost literally have all the time in the world here. As soon as we leave the loop, the clock starts ticking. Let us assume that we wish to contact Evelina. We simply cannot do that now, and we shall remain unable until Faith expands her abilities. Again, if she leaves the Loop, time continues forward for her, leaving the rest of us doing nothing here. Regardless of what task we set to first, we need to become stronger as individuals and as a unit. We may yet accomplish this."[/color] He turned to Siduri, [color=a0522d]"Niburi. Please tell me more. Where we may begin is an excellent topic."[/color] They required well utilized time before they could find closure about The Dice. Perhaps they should address it proactively. 



[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]

	It wasn't an amazingly huge question to ask, and damnit, [i]everyone[/i] knew what he was asking. James gave a generally uncharacteristic grumble, speaking really to himself despite the words actually leaving his mouth, be it quietly: [color=cd5c5c]"I just wanna know why a country-fried soul brudda can't get a straight answer 'bout no dragons? Fo' [i]real[/i]."[/color] He switched to a horribly attempted falsetto to approximate an ideal(ish) answer to his question, [color=cd5c5c][i]"Ooh yes, Mr. James, sir! Them flyin' scaly muthafuckas what's got big pointy teeth an'a breathe lava on yo' ass f'8d20 damage (save for half)? They totally exist and imma show you on the YouTube, yessir!"[/i][/color] Not his finest moment perhaps, but the grumble quickly turned into a somewhat bemused smile, as out of absolutely nowhere a scene from one of his childhood movies came to the forefront of his mind. Specifically, the [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZoZ_4nNNn9M]El Guapo Speech[/url] from [i]The Three Amigos[/i]. 

	The ensuing chunk of muted laughter coming from the man might have been taken for madness, as if the stalwart blackneck had finally cracked under the pressure of dying, coming back as a Paradox, and turning into a pig. Admittedly, it was a lot to process. But people from his timeline had seen horrors that had well braced him for all sorts of odd things that a rational person would never believe possible, including a great many things that simply [i]should not be[/i], yet were. Nah, he had this. James was just laughing at his own private joke regardless of the very serious nature of the discussion around him. He reached out to Andromeda and gave her hand a squeeze, then announced aloud, [color=cd5c5c]"Aight! Y'all done sold me, I'm in. Even if'n [i]our El Guapo[/i] is th' End of Muthafuckin' Days - trademark pendin' - what am I gonna do? Sit back and [i]not try[/i]? Hells naw! Imma be the best damn beer swillin', camper terrorizin', cow fightin' walkin' hotdamn bacon factory I can be, or my name ain't James [i]Mandingo[/i] Grady! Y'all a-dults just point me in the right direction. We got us a purpose in this world still, no matter what we done or had done to us before. An' if me turning into a wild boar while commandin' my squad of tree squirrels led by General Fuzzy [i]hisself[/i] can do anything to keep everythang from endin', then you can count me in."[/color] He hesitated for a second, [color=cd5c5c]"Not that I ain't gonna have questions, aight?"[/color] 

	One who didn't know James very well might definitely think that he was mad. Like, [i]Happy Tablet Academy[/i] style mad. But he had his ways, even if no one else alive might understand them fully.