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Giosue Zino


Location: Ville au Camp: Kitchen House Front Porch->Road leading to the Abandoned House
Skills: N/A


Well today was just a bundle of grand happenstances that threw out just about every single plan he had had for the day. One moment Alicia's explaining that the girl had been knocked out by sensory overload (made sense, that kind of power could hit the brain like a hammer from what he was told by past Paradoxes). Then suddenly he's hit with the knowledge that Peter had been killed by the Destruere in Egypt and that George had returned his his body.

This information gave him a complicated set of emotions. On one hand he had quite liked Peter, as a person and it was a tragedy that he had expired. But Peter had also broken the cardinal rule of being a Paradox, and meeting such a grisly end couldn't help but feel like Karmic Punishment, if such a thing even existed. Or rather, even that his death was a direct result of his own refusal to let go of his past an focus on his current situation. All that said, he was by no means overwhelmed with grief, quite the opposite in fact. There definitely was grief, but it was in the background. where it wouldn't distract him from figuring out more important matters at hand like What should we do about this?

Perhaps the most annoying aspect about this whole situation was how everyone had just run off in one direction or the other without so much as a word on where they were going, leaving him alone in front of the kitchen house. Gil ran straight past him without even looking at him. Even the passed out girl came too and stumbled off elsewhere. Well, he might as well make his way over to the scene as well.

Unlike the other Emendators and Paradoxes, he didn't sprint over towards the event, but contented himself with walking at a brisk pace. The clothes he was wearing now were quite nice, and he didn't want to ruin them by sweating all in them. Sure, they would be pristine again come morning, but he would have to spend the rest of the day in them. More importantly, now was not a time that required him to move with unnecessary haste. When he got there, Peter would still be dead. Working himself up to see it with his own eyes wouldn't resolve anything. As Gio walked, a thought occurred to him, Was this the true meaning behind Nancy's first reading today?
Mali Anson

Location: Diamond District
Skills:N/A



If there was such a thing as hyper-awareness of one's entire body, Mali was close to experiencing it right now. The way she moved her legs as she walked, the way her hair bobbed slightly in the periphery of her vision, even how often she was blinking and for how long were being tracked in her head to hold together that image of beautiful confidence and victory worn naturally by Venus. Of special note was her breathing. Before anything else, she was making sure to maintain a steady rhythm to maintain stability. 3 beats in, 1 beat pause, 5 beats out. She was thinking so much of how she was carrying herself that it was hard to keep track of the everything else going on around her.

"It's not that surprising for the rich and famous to have disappointing children," Mali interjected, catching onto the conversation, but missing Relic pointing out who exactly they were talking about. "Like Jackie Chan's son. Or Stalin's kid. Or Jaden Smith." Stalin was quite the eclectic pick for that crop of examples, but he just sprang to mind as she was speaking. Maybe it was the fact the level of utter disdain he had stuck in her mind.

"I'd love to grab a drink. Think they'll have decent cocktails?" Despite how much she was trying to think about everything at once, Mali couldn't stop her conscience from piping up, telling her that she better not overdo it on the alcohol. She might be on a break, but that wasn't an excuse to throw her hard work down the drain. You're already worried about fucking up, there was no way in Hell that adding alcohol to the mix wouldn't be more liable for her to fuck up, etc, etc.

All of these things were true, or at least true to her, Mali also really could use a drink right then. It'd been some months since she'd last allowed herself any booze, and if she didn't loosen up at least a bit, she was pretty sure her anus would end up compressing into a black hole, consuming not only herself, but everyone at the party and a significant portion of the Milky Way Galaxy. Punching a hole in the fabric of reality was not how she wanted to spend her evening, thank you very much.


Atkin Bowman

Location: Wizard Tower 20th Floor


Atkin stood in front of the mostly bare wall of his room, paper held against it in place by his left hand as he put the final touches on the assignment he had been given the day before. He had been more than awake for quite a few hours now just working on this damn thing and by the time Arya had called for breakfast he'd gone over the whole thing in his head dozens of times.

Since beginning his apprenticeship he'd found that there were times where he needed the early start if he wanted to actually get his work done by the deadlines given to him. Growing up on the streets had prepared him for a lot, writing down answers for practice problems were not one of them. Each letter took him a good few seconds to complete to his satisfaction. The pen felt awkward in his hand and the movements that writing took even more so. Mentally, he knew what he needed to do, but having his hand do it to the point where it could be read was the difficult part.

Finally done, the wizard apprentice tossed his pen onto his desk, from which it promptly bounced off and rolled underneath his bed. Whatever, he'd pick it up later. Trying to shake away the cramps in his writing hand and stifling a yawn with the other, Atkin strolled into the kitchen. A kitchen that cooked and cleaned for you was still weird, but not nearly as off putting as his first day here when he thought the place was haunted. Despite the busting it had, it felt dead when he was used to his mum and sisters scurrying about getting everything done.

"Potions inquiry done," Atkin declared with another half-yawn as he slapped the paper down onto the table. As he sat down he idly wondered was would be for breakfast. Today was supposed to be Coronation day, so there would be some sort of feast later, right? That was the kind of thing that was supposed to happen on these big events, at least it seemed right. So perhaps something light only meant to hold them over until later. However, altogether he wasn't really excited for the event. It seemed like it'd be an overly long, stuffy ritual where everyone involve would end up with sore feet or a sore rear end. Not at all what he would be interested in spending his day with, but that was likely how it would all turn out. The sacrifices one had to make.

Harry Kingsfield


Location:
Lake



She gave a name without hesitation, that indicated that either her story contained some measure of truth, or she was pretty good at fabricating falsehoods while under pressure. Although he could step in Jenna's way and press her more, it was pretty obvious that any more would do more harm than good, so he let her leave. But this wouldn't be the last she would see of him. It might be seen as petty, but he was going to look into her story and verify its truth. The nagging voice in the back of his head kept telling him that everything in this town was connected, and he wasn't going to let a potential lead slip away due to simple oversight.

Now alone in the office, he took out his notebook and scribbled down as many details as he could remember about their conversation as well as factors around it: date, time of day, body language, word choice. As much as he could bring to mind while it was still fresh and before time and memory could warp the situation more than absolutely necessary. Briefly, he wondered if the girl would be upset that he wouldn't leave the conversation at that. It'd be pretty embarrassing for a reminder of a moment of emotional weakness to show up later and bother you. But he dismissed the thought. He introduced himself as an investigator, trying to feed one false information was a bad decision if he'd ever heard one.

"A lot of adoptions in this town," Harry remarked to himself as he finished his note taking. It'd do him no good to stick around the crime scene, so he slipped out of the mayor's office and returned to the library so he could finish what he'd been doing. Investigating the intern could wait until the morning, when he'd have more time and reason to return to the police office and track down the detective.
Cyne & Nor

Location: Tower 3F
Interacting with:CMB, Viper

The bear roared as it rose up onto two legs proper. Cyne was not going to let this stupid centipede turn into another Bob situation where it refused to die even after losing the vast majority of its limbs and intestines. No. This invertebrate died right here, right now. Bringing down the full force of its body down in one blow, the centipede was slain. Bear claws tore through the length of the arthropod, providing a clear view into the now ruined innards. Interestingly enough, the closest equivalent that sprang to mind was not anything remotely similar to organs, but pie. Specifically blackberry pie filling. It certainly didn't smell like that, but the odd visual link stuck in her head.

Unlikely mental connections aside, the bear's endocrine system was pumping it full of serotonin and other chemical cocktails that were making her feel good and dominant. The rush was enough to make a small part of her that wasn't completely lost in the moment question if she might be enjoying this all too much considering the circumstances. Unfortunately, said circumstances and the limited available mental resources dictated by them stopped this thought from being anything more than a brief flash as a pretty picture was painted on the floor by centipede guts.

Nor on the other hand had already had well enough of this whole situation despite being up on this floor for less than half a minute. The limited range of sight afforded by his helmet made dealing with being surrounded bad enough without the buggers scurrying up and down the walls going who knows where and trying to nip at his backside constantly. Once the serpent bit the dust, he'd be going after those leggy fuckers next.

Speaking of which, Nor hilted his knife into the viper once again, this time in between a couple of its ribs. From there he jiggled it around a bit, both to "loosen it up" so to speak and make his weapon easier retrieve and also to hurt the beast more. He knew it didn't really cause much more damage if any, but the dwarf wanted to make the snake suffer for daring to be the nearest nuisance to him. He had no interest in trying to prolong its suffering, but any extra he could get along the way was icing. The barber stabbed yet again, and with displeasure noted that it still drew breath, even if barely. Hopefully Sana would be able to finish it off so they could move on to more crawlie foes.
Mali Anson

Location: Diamond District
Skills:N/A



"Relax," Mali told Relic (although it was also a reminder to herself) as she walked up in front of him. She wasn't sure what name to use for him; throwing around the wrong name would be a good way to get him caught while she was trying to get him not caught, so for now she'd not use anything until she received some indication of something safe to call him.

"The best way to stop being afraid is to act like you're not. You're here to have fun, remember?" She really hoped that Relic would get the underlying message dressed up as if they were both regular partygoers. Mali had no idea just how on her guard she needed to be, but it was better to stay on the safe side and make sure everything she said sounded like something any normal person would say at a party like this. It would be extremely embarrassing if she, the person who was supposed to be acting as a cover story ended up doing something that put the whole plan in jeopardy.

Speaking of acting as a cover, Mali quickened her pace a hair so she was side by side with Zoie and wrapped an arm around her waist as she stepped beside her. Her heartbeat became like a jackhammer in her ears, but it was a necessary sacrifice. If they were really going to sell this image, she couldn't afford to not go all out. And that started with a bit of physical contact that would be normal for a couple at a high class event. At least that's what she told herself. Zoie wouldn't mind her suddenly pulling this right?

Right?


Giosue Zino


Location: Ville au Camp: Kitchen House Front Porch
Skills: N/A


Gio was about to respond to everyone's introductions and questions, when a certain lady decided to up and pass out on everyone. Now The Watch was an Emendator of many skills and talents, but medicine was not one of them. However, she was a new Paradox so she might have just accidentally discovered a new power she wasn't ready to handle yet. Or at least if she ended up dying again because she happened to suffer a heart attack or stroke, that would be the first time he'd seen something like that happen. So she was probably fine, but he wasn't going to leave her lying there. That would just be unnecessarily cold-hearted of him.

Gio stepped over to Sophia's body and gently picked her up, trying his best to keep her supported and not flop around everywhere. He carried her over to the kitchen house proper and managed to put her in a mostly seated position leaning against the building wall. That would be good enough for now. At the very least when she woke up she wouldn't be staring at the sky or ground wondering where she is. She'd still probably be wondering where she was again, though. Hopefully he wouldn't have to explain to her again that she was dead and in a different time and place from where she had died.

"Now onto business," he proclaimed as he turned to face the main group once again now that he had performed his decent act towards humanity for the day. "It's a pleasure to meet you all, and I'm sure it will be wonderful getting acquainted with you all in the future. Unfortunately for the more curious among you all," Gio looked at Faith, "I will not be accepting any questions about the nature of being a Paradox or anything related to your home time periods at the moment." He was certain at this point Evelina had given them the entire monologue and the offer for one question, and he had no intention of undercutting that whole process. Not to mention she'd probably kill him if he did, but the principle of the whole thing was the driving force behind that action, not underlying threats of pain. Unrelated to all that, the main person he wanted to speak to was in a conversation with the overly jovial black man at the moment, so he'd have to wait for that to resolve before continuing.

"However, if you have any other topics or questions to discuss, I'd probably be able to be of assistance to you."




Alright there we go. No FC because I didn't feel like it.


Harry Kingsfield


Location:
Lake



"So if I have your story as you've put it correctly, the police force asked you, a presumably unpaid teenage intern, to go to the active scene of the most violent crime to occur in this town, at least in recent history, to collect all the evidence, of which there is none and not make a mess of it, either intentionally or not. And while you were alone in this empty room, 'Typical Adolescent Drama' caused you to scream, shout, kick a hole in the wall and end up crying on the floor." Harry had seen his share of incompetent police forces, but if this girl's story was correct, then there were major signs of criminal negligence at best going on in this town. That is, if her story was true at all. He held himself back from putting it as outlandishly as he could imagine, but the tale as Jenna had stated had a lot of information that didn't add up.

"Who specifically asked you to come here and collect the evidence by the way? I'm sure if I gave the office a quick call I could get this all verified and you could go on your way." Perhaps he was putting too much pressure on a girl who had obviously just been through a lot emotionally, but her behavior was too suspicious for him to rule out that she had been tampering with the scene. Despite the fact that Riley and the Mayor's cases were almost certainly related, they were two separate cases. However, even if they were entirely unrelated, the former cop in him couldn't stand to see the process and by extension Justice interfered with. So he'd keep digging in the conversation until he was satisfied, or it reached a point where nothing more could be learned.
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