[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] Babylon Fortress, Cairo, Egypt: October 6th, 1924 
[b][color=a0522d]Skills:[/color][/b] History, Military Tactics, Observation [hr][/center]

	An odd, somewhat amused look came over Gilbert as the others talked amongst themselves and made their plans. He quirked an eyebrow at Bartholomew's idea of possessing someone. It wasn't bad, really. If his ability to do that functioned in the same manner as others' he had seen, it would give him an immense advantage in whatever time or place he found himself. The moral implications were considerable though. As well as what might happen if it failed. Diplomatically, he offered, [color=a0522d]"As a last resort, Bartholomew. Though it is good to count that among our assets. Let us wait and see what the Paradoxes may find for us through more mundane methods first."[/color] Otherwise, Gil would have readily turned himself into a nondescript local and disappeared into the crowds of Cairo. Setting an example, and so forth.  

	But that was secondary to his thought process at the moment. The amused look came from a memory, its origin rooted long ago. He placed a hand on a nearby segment of wall and spoke aloud, [color=a0522d]"It has been a long time, and you were in much better condition. It is good to be back."[/color] He then turned and addressed the Paradoxes. [color=a0522d]"In no particular order,"[/color] he began with a casual smile, [color=a0522d]"As soon as we stepped into this timeline we contacted Nancy. She can feel a pull to our presence just as we can feel a pull to hers. She is in country albeit possibly a long way off, and she knows that we are here. As for next course of action, I could not say. We must take what we learn and try to apply it, of course. Granted, we are in uncharted territory, so far as the Destruere are concerned. Unless we learn something game changing, I would prefer to take the fight to them."[/color] He shrugged. It was within his nature to try for a military solution, but recent centuries had found a slightly more mellowed Gilbert who was highly open to processing information before applying a hammer to a problem. [color=a0522d]"Certainly, I believe that we should return to the site of the last loop. The supplies there will be invaluable, whatever our next move may be.[/color]

	His grin intensified, [color=a0522d]"But to the present. While Peter and James are finding us clothing and supplies, I will be re-familiarizing myself with this fortress. The original owner invited me here, once upon a time."[/color] He gave a short laugh and continued, shaking his head, [color=a0522d]"She thought I was a demon, at first. A [i]demon[/i]. I found that hilarious, but many others were already calling he that, I suppose she just wanted to make sure. My name is even mentioned in some religious texts to that effect. But that is a story for another time. The engineers of the time were the best in the world. This place is highly defensible if intact and has a network of tunnels and corridors that modern scholars have not found yet. Who knows what else might lay undiscovered here? I am going to uncover entrances to these tunnels, and whatever else I can find along the way. If they have not collapsed, our options will have increased."[/color] He turned and began to walk, speaking aloud, [color=a0522d]"Who is coming?"[/color]  


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Character current location: [i]Babylon Fortress, Cairo, Egypt[/i]
Characters attempted actions: [i]Uncovering hidden stuff - tunnels, anything else he remembered[/i]
Skills Used: [i]Not sure what might be necessary. Acting off of knowledge picked up from last round[/i]
Why each skill is being called: [i]N/A[/i]
Desired location of the character: [i]N/A[/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/b0c1bca3-09d6-44bd-9e30-4651777b3ef6.jpg[/img][hr][b][color=indianred]Location:[/color][/b] Following Peter to Bazaar
[b][color=cd5c5c]Skills:[/color][/b] Observation [hr][/center]

	It was an interesting thing that James was doing, essentially acting as an incognito bodyguard for a more senior Paradox as they strolled through a city he'd never been to several decades before he was actually born. The thought occurred to him that he knew where almost all of his family was (that being the American Southeast) in this era, so if he happened to have some sort of illicit rendezvous in the meantime, no one could point at him and start singing the [i]"I Am My Own Grandpa"[/i] song. So that was a stretch of a hypothetical comfort. Then he remembered that part of the tradeoff of being dead, or a Paradox anyway, was that he couldn't have kids. So no matter where he was, it was all good. Of course, not wanting to have a bonafide Joe Dirt moment, it was probably best to either tuck things away and think of baseball, or remain willfully ignorant of the situation as a whole. 

	It was about this time that James stopped and considered slapping himself. What the hell kind of a train of horrifying logic was this, that was leaping unbidden into his mind? Seriously, where was it coming from? He sighed. It had been a rough transition, especially when he shifted into a boar the first time. Not his definition of fun. Being exposed to many different facets of human life was a mind-opening experience, but just sometimes he had to sit back and take stock of just how much of a mind fuck dying, coming back with powers, and then being exposed to time travel with all of its implications was. Not to mention that his concepts of history, mythology, and religion took a serious beating because of the whole experience. He needed a vacation. This didn't count. No, he needed a vacation or a girlfriend. No! He needed to take a girlfriend [i]on[/i] a vacation.

	And [i]no[/i] even still. He needed to keep his eyes peeled for trouble, for Peter's sake and for his own. His eyes were sharp, his senses keen, and he'd still seen nothing troublesome in the area. He kept up his vigil, occasionally leaning forward to Peter to ask a stupid question, such as, [color=cd5c5c]"Hey now, hey now... when we get them clothes, can I get me one o'them Arabian Nights getups, huh? Imma look all kickass in Egyptian cotton, yessir! Ain't a [i]one[/i] of my ancestors picked that shit, no sirrie!"[/color] All the same, James continued to keep a watch on the surroundings. One couldn't be too careful where a Destruere had been sighted. 

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Character current location: [i]Cairo, Egypt[/i]
Characters attempted actions: [i]Keeping an eye out[/i]
Skills Used: [i]Observation[/i] 
Why each skill is being called: [i]Bodyguard detail, also for stuff useful to the group[/i]
Desired location of the character: [i]Following Peter, still[/i]
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