[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 (Outside Gate) 
[b][color=a0522d]Skills:[/color][/b] The Hat, History [hr][/center]

	Gilbert quirked an eyebrow at Giosue, specifically because of his choice of title for him. Naturally, he remembered the conversation with Drem. It was almost a curse, knowledge. Like the other Emendators, he was cursed to know and remember everyhing in human history, but be unable to directly access unless he concentrated on a specific point. Being that this was a thing that happened to him personally, it was an easy recovery. Such was life for an Emendator. Instead of bringing up the obvious, The Hat instead made comment about the name used to describe him. [color=a0522d]"Now Gio, I have not been a 'Sir' in a very long time. 15th Century France; [i]Sir Guilbert du Casque[/i]. His helmet still resides in that plantation house,"[/color] he informed, motioning his head in the direction of the main house on the grounds of the former Loop. [color=a0522d]"...along with other things of great antiquity. Likewise, many items of practical use, such as money, clothing, weapons, and the like. Things we will require. The biggest cache of the things we [i]need[/i], regardless of the nature of the upcoming troubles."[/color] 

	But where were his manners? As a sudden break to the point he was making, he spoke to the recently resurrected Paradox. [color=a0522d]"Peter, I do hope that the cane is satisfactory to your needs. Tell me if you have use for anything else, please."[/color] 

	That being cleared, he returned to his point. [color=a0522d]"Provided that we are successful in locating one of these ...hidden creatures... the means to defend ourselves in a physical sense is vastly decreased, but not altogether lacking."[/color] He motioned to the lever action rifle still in a sheath on his back. He had put the other one away hours ago, but retained the other and had honestly gotten so used to its presence that he slap forgot about it. That and a pocketknife. [color=a0522d]"Provided that this is jaunt is only to test your theory and that we return here thereafter, I accept."[/color] 

	Gilbert stepped toward the portal and gave a small chuckle as Bart walked through. The guy had some trust, he had to admit. Without giving much away in terms of where and when, Gil answered Sophia's question in a rather cryptic manner, [color=a0522d]"We go to a place that claimed the life of a Paradox, Sophia. One who now miraculously stands among us. Step discreetly."[/color] Gil tipped his hat to the rest of the people around him and, with a mischievous smile, stepped sideways into Gio's shimmering doorway to the Sands.  

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Character current location: [i]Outside Gate[/i]
Characters attempted actions: [i]Looking Around, area past portal[/i]
Any and all skills being used: [i]Observation[/i]
Why each skill is being called: [i]To take in the sights, paranormal or otherwise[/i]
Desired location of the character: [i]Other side of Portal[/i]
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[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 (Outside Gate)
[b][color=cd5c5c]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][/center]

	James's eyes got a little wider and a little wider the more that Andromeda spoke. Yes, they had heroes. Super ones, at that. They had enough to form into teams. Not only that, but epic, world-altering events that came with it. Organizations and counter-organizations, fed through the application of money and politics. Then something about the Devil. And an entire town dying. Suddenly, James felt like a little man in a much, much larger multiverse. [color=cd5c5c]"Miss Andy? We get us some breathin' room, you gonna have to tell me some more 'bout where you're from, aight? I still owe you a story 'bout me, too. Somehow, I'm thinkin' yours're a lot more interesting, though."[/color] One task at a time. Stories later. Portal to the unknown presently. 

	The wheels and gears operating inside the stubborn grey matter located within James's skull shifted in unison, one cog pressing against another cog as details from previous conversations pieced together. The dead British Paradox that he officially met for the first time a little bit ago, the circumstances of his initial, quite deceased nature being apparent. Moreover, the cautionary tale that his story became, with the moral being, [i][b]"You must NEVER go back."[/b][/i] James remembered where "back" was for this man. It was a place and time that still wasn't so good for his people, though for slightly different reasons. He wasn't dressed for it, either. Or was he? A different era, perhaps, but overalls and his style of headwear had been timeless for over a century. He could easily be mistaken for a railroad worker. And if the rest of the group hadn't figured it out yet, James spelled it out for them. 

	[color=cd5c5c]"Cairo, muthafuckas, or nearabouts. [i]Egypt[/i]. Nineteen and Twenty-Somethin'. Any y'all speak Arabic? I ain't got shit."[/color] Issues of language barriers aside, Gilbert brought up an interesting point about being able to defend themselves. James possessed two items that might be useful in that regard; a Bowie knife claimed during training that he ordinarily kept in a tool pocket along his leg, and a hybrid seax (that he won from Gil after slapping him) that he wore openly like a trophy. He had gotten pretty damn good with a short blade, though if they were looking for what he thought they were looking for, they wouldn't be of any use to him at all. 

	[color=cd5c5c]"Miss Andy, we get where we goin', you remember the offer of that hat, ok? My people done evolved to deal with the sun there, and it'll [i]still[/i] rip the hide offa me."[/color] If he was correct, she'd need more than just that hat, but it was a start. He had another back in his room in the Main House, but concerns for safety kept them from immediately going for it. Why then were they on a monster hunt? The logic there was horribly flawed, he thought. But who was he to question? Shaking it off, James was the next to step through the portal after The Hat. [color=cd5c5c]"We better be comin' back for what's ours,"[/color] he mentioned, just before arriving ...wherever the portal actually led. 

[hider=Roll Request, DITTO edition]
Character current location: [i]Outside Gate[/i]
Characters attempted actions: [i]Looking Around, area past portal[/i]
Any and all skills being used: [i]Observation[/i]
Why each skill is being called: [i]To take in the sights, paranormal or otherwise[/i]
Desired location of the character: [i]Other side of Portal[/i]
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