[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] Emendator Knowledge/Perception [hr][/center] A heavy sigh issued from Gilbert as, and very sadly, he began to realize some of what Siduri was communicating. The cryptic, deity-esque woman never liked to come straight with her news nor her advice, like it was a game somehow. Or a test of character. Or intelligence. Come to think of it, he didn't really have a clue as to what she was thinking at any given moment. It was a little unsettling. Even his ability to access things about human history had little to say on the woman. But, riddles or not, she had to have come here for a reason. When part of that reason clicked, Gilbert began to grow very concerned. [color=a0522d]"Time is growing short. For us. We might not even have the time to properly train our people anymore. What if Siduri did not utilize a [i]power[/i] to arrive here? That is to say, if she just knew that there would be a vulnerability that manifested on this cycle?"[/color] Gilbert, like the other Emendators and the older Paradoxes who had lived through the sundering of a Loop knew full well what happened when one broke. [color=a0522d]"Triage. As much as it pains me, and it does, it will take time to get Faith ready to find Evelina. She expressly said that she does not wish to be followed, and time is again a finite resource. But I believe that we all should be ready to depart at a moment's notice, at all times."[/color] [color=a0522d]"Giosue, how long do you think this Loop has left?"[/color] He had other questions, such as, "Can it be repaired?", or "Have we a spot established for a new one?", or even "Might this have to do with 'Nibiri', as we know it?", yet the first question required answering before the others were priority in the slightest. Even provided that time remained, that talk with Babylon might not be a bad idea anyway. A creature such as her whose existence was tied to ancient lore, not unlike himself, might know something they did not. If they had the time yet. [hider=Roll Request] Character current location: Sitting Room Characters attempted actions: Figuring stuff out Any and all skills being used: Emendator Knowledge Why each skill is being called: Niburi - Culture of origin and probable meanings beyond the basics. Where to look. Related sources. Stories and prophecies of. Desired location of the character: Sitting Room [/hider] [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, East Hallway -> Room 209) [b][color=cd5c5c]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][/center] Just as he promised he would, James began to make his way up the stairs and across the upper deck, above the main porch in the front of the building. He was barely cognizant of himself, mostly running on autopilot, let alone the grander strokes of his environment. He knew that something huge was about to change with his living circumstances, but considering the massive swings in the conversation downstairs he had no earthly idea what it could be. He just knew that he had made a promise to have a tiny ritual in the memory of a dear friend who ...ascended... just that morning. The bravado and smiles associated with the day really reflected an ebb and flow of processing how he felt about that. More importantly, who he wanted to be to reflect the positive influence that she had on him. Just for a moment, [i]just a single space of time[/i], the Emendators and Goddesses could all do their own thing, separate from him. He wold rejoin and help as best he could, even if that just meant sitting in a corner and making fun of people who needed it. He was okay at that. But right now he needed to ponder things for himself and give honor where he said he would. Slowly, James opened the door to his room and stepped inside. There was, among the few items of his allowed from his previous life, a picture of a newborn baby and a mostly full bottle of tequila. He picked up both, weighting the importance of either for a healthy few seconds. Which one caused his friend to slip away into the Great What-Came-After? Surely not directly, but which one gave her the feeling of completeness or finality or whatever that led to her passing onward and upward? James popped the cork out of the bottle and turned it up, taking a respectable swig. Looking at the picture, he repeated the name told to him: [color=cd5c5c]"James Sally."[/color] He coughed once, unaccustomed to taking straight spirits like that with the same familiarity as he once did. [color=cd5c5c]"Mmm. Ha-cha-cha... Always with the hard shit, huh?"[/color] he said to no one in particular.