[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=a0522d]Gilbert Summers[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/50054139-cd03-403d-9a2b-191091404c40.jpg[/img][hr][b][color=sienna]Location:[/color][/b] PE Fade Between (walking toward tree)
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	The solid form of The Hat edged into existence on the other side of Giosue's portal, his face altering from the image of nonchalance and reassurance he had given James, to the a more immediate look of assessing their situation. Coming through one of Gio's portals (one of the most invaluable tools they possessed as a group) was always an experience of transition, though the Emendators had a further layer of adjustment than most people as their sense of one another had to reorient, often drastically, with each jump. Gil could think of one other Paradox-At-Large with a similar ability who might relate, though in a more limited fashion. Distant, but wherever and whenever they were, there were others of their kind that made it. It was hopeful. 

	What was not hopeful was the fairly bleak surroundings into which they had stepped. He looked to Gio, who had asked after those present and responded with a distant, [color=a0522d]"I am intact, Giosue,"[/color] followed by a sigh and, [color=a0522d]"We lost Mr. Keystone and Mr. Grady."[/color] He had a hard set to his jaw, stating what he did in the factual manner of a soldier who had seen too much death in his latest tour, and while mostly numb to the cost of human life a sliver of regret and sorrow remained. [color=a0522d]"Or perhaps we are the ones who are lost."[/color] He shook his head. An older version of Gilbert was beginning to emerge; one who had known him for long enough might be able to tell. The signs were subtle, at first. 

	In its own way, their new surroundings troubled Gilbert more than a disintegrating Cairo. [color=a0522d]"This place looks like a metaphor,"[/color] he said. [color=a0522d]"I believe something is ...[i]off[/i], though I cannot place why."[/color] It had been Gilbert's philosophy that, in the midst of unknown elements, a person of decisive action must assess what they can from surroundings and act according to wisdoms both ancient and conventional, as applicable.

	[color=a0522d]"When he has penetrated into hostile territory, but to no great distance, it is facile ground. On facile ground, halt not."[/color] he said aloud, quoting a man he called Master in a previous life. [color=a0522d]"The closest thing that resembles a resource are the two trees to either distance. A branch can make a club, quarterstaff, spear, or a stake, if we are desperate and unarmed. It might possess other resources. [i]Or[/i], for all we know both are same tree and are on a very small piece of reality. I am going to find out."[/color] He began walking toward the tree ahead, taking stock of the world around him with caution and opening himself up to the general feel of the pull one Emendator has for their fellows. 

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Location: [i]PE Fade Between[/i]
Attempted Actions: [i]Get a solid direction and distance on the Emendator pull, assess surroundings[/i]
Skills: [i]Locate (Emendator), General Observation[/i]
Reasons for Skills: [i][u]Locate (Emendator)[/u]: For Emendator Location, [u]Observation[/u]: Trees, birds - How alike are the trees? Details and such. And to hell with those birds, something is fishy.[/i]
End Location: [i]N/A[/i]
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