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Giosue Zino


Location: Garage->Cairo, Egypt
Skills: The Watch: Act I (Time Portals)


Gio didn't actually notice Bart's eventual arrival at first. He was quite busy thinking to himself about marine reptiles and how odd they were when you really thought about it. Putting turtles aside, when one thought of the sea, the second to last animal class one would associate with them were reptiles. Yet there were a bunch of snakes that just hung around in the Pacific Ocean being snakes. Imagine being on some fishing boat, and when you went to pull up your haul of fish, there was just a massive ball of snakes slithering and squirming around each other. Wouldn't be able to throw that net into the water fast enough. Suddenly he noticed some movement in his peripheral vision and looked up to see Bart standing there, all smiles.

"Ah, you've arrived. Good, good. Well let's get going. Unfortunately there's not much I can do to jazz up my skills like Sir Gilbert, but they should speak for themselves." Gio produced his pocket watch from his coat and approached the door a few feet away. He had actually chose the outside of the garage for a reason. Firstly it was away from the action so they'd have some privacy. But more importantly, he found out over the millennia that there were good ways and bad ways to introduce people to time travel. With a casual flick of his wrist, the protective cover was removed, revealing the clock face underneath. The worst was putting it on the surface of a body of water. People really didn't like that at all. A few twists later he adjusted the watch face. The best however, was a lot more simple than he anticipated. Giosue turned the doorknob and opened it up, revealing the streets of Cairo on the other side.

"Go ahead," Gio gestured for Bart to enter through the time portal first. The emendator would follow soon afterwards and shut the the door behind them. On the other side, if Bart turned around to where he had just stepped out from, all that would greet him would be plain, uncaring brick.

"Remember. Act natural, mouth shut, eyes open, try to avoid looking like a tourist. You can try to ask your questions once we're back at Camp." He never said anything about actually answering any of them, but the promise that they could even be asked in the near future was usually enough to tide people over on maiden voyage. Silently, Gio pulled out the map Gil had provided and cross-referenced his position with nearby street signs before plotting out his course to where Peter had met his end and Alicia probably was. He quickly folded the paper back up and stashed it away before walking onward, motioning for Bart to follow.


Giosue Zino


Location: Garage
Skills: N/A


Gio had arrived to the agreed upon meeting place before his assigned buddy. That was to be expected. He knew the Camp far more intimately than Bartholomew possibly could have unless his Paradox power was something like photographic memory, or the ability to always navigate his surroundings without being lost. Both of those abilities, as unglamorous as they sounded, would also be ridiculously useful in their own right. Especially for a mission like this, the map provided by Gil would be entirely redundant. And even if that were his power, his use of time was almost certainly less efficient that Gio's.

But the fact that he was still left to wait here was not to his liking. He should have specified a timeframe in which to meet up. That way he'd be able to better clean himself and then arrive punctually, rather than standing around in the uncertain limbo of Bartholomew's schedule. Part of Gio wanted to go ahead and open up the portal immediately, so when the young Paradox did arrive, they'd be able to depart immediately. But it would be too soon. No, the proper time to set up the portal would come soon. Until then he'd just need to wait.
Mali Anson

Location: Queensguard
Skills: N/A



"Well you can text her or something right? Or send an email? Some way to contact her in a way that wouldn't immediately give away her position. Just saying that it'd be really bad to just up and leave without telling her where we're going or why." Not to mention it'd be super rude. Imagine going out to a house party with your friends. Things aren't going fantastic, but they could be a lot worse. You've had a few drinks, and then suddenly you feel it right in your bladder. Naturally, you let your buddies know you're leaving to release the pressure. A few minutes later when you get back, they're just gone. What conclusion are you supposed to draw from that? As far as you can tell, they just up and ditched you to go do anything else with and other person the first chance the got.

Suddenly, you're questioning the entire history of your relationship with them. Maybe you've always been that one friend nobody ever wanted to hang around with, and they laughed at you behind your back this whole time. Or you've always smelled of armpit, and nobody ever bothered to tell you to your face. The longer you're left to your own thoughts, the worse the explanations you can create get. Next thing you know, you're curled up in your car outside the house crying to yourself while two cars down there's a couple getting it on loud enough that you can hear it even over your own tears and you can't help but be annpyed that you can't even have a moment of self-pity without a couple of asshats interfering.

Of course that probably wouldn't happen with Zoie, but it's still a dick move to try leaving without informing all involved parties beforehand. Fortunately, she didn't have to worry about that, because that's when the person in question decided to make her unceremonious reappearance.

The blood, her air of nonchalance and the ensuing conversation left Mali in an odd place. She wasn't sure how she should react to the knowledge that her date just casually murdered a couple of people in cold blood. Part of Mali tried to tell the rest of herself not to jump to conclusions without much success. Another, much larger part of herself asked if the apparent crush she had was really such a good idea. And she couldn't really answer. Any internal bickering was shut down when the word "sewer" popped up.

She really didn't want to go through the sewers. She was wearing these nice, fancy clothes that Zoie had spent a lot of money on, and they'd just be totally ruined. Not to mention how gross the whole idea was. Mali was wearing open toed shoes. Nope. Not getting poop water all on her toes. Yet despite every fiber of her being rejecting the idea, she knew that the night would end up with trudging through sewer tunnels.

"Come on," Mali said, every word coming out of her mouth with all the energy of a birthday cake knocked off the dining room table. "Let's get going to the sewers. The less time we spend here, the better."


Atkin Bowman

Location: Palace: Lawn


Atkin breathed out a sigh of relief to himself when nothing immediately went wrong with the rest of the coronation as far as he could tell. His head was bowed, and there were no audio cues to let him know what was going on/ The sudden gust of wind didn't strike him as out of place either. However, he could help but pick up that the atmosphere of the ceremony had suddenly changed, and not in the way it should. There was no applause, just dumbfounded silence.

When he looked up, Valda was wearing the crown as she should, but then he looked over to Arya. The first thing he noticed is she looked even more beautiful today than usual. The curve of her jawline, her nearly ebony hair, those piercing green eyes were all captivating. Wait, what was that expression she carried on her face? He followed her line of gaze to where Luna had been standing just a moment prior.

Where was Luna? As he stared at the empty space where the princess had just been, something in him snapped. All that anger and frustration he had barely been keeping in that day erupted in the most immediate physical action he could perform at that moment. He didn't put any conscious thought into it. Hell, he didn't even feel the sensation of anger before his body acted. With both hands, the ExtraOrdinary Apprentice threw the small pillow he had been holding in a random direction as hard as he could. It didn't spend much time in the air, for it quickly found and obstacle in the path of its trajectory in the form of the newly crowned Queen's face.

His perception of time seemed to slow to 1/10th of its normal speed as he watched himself perform the greatest faux pas he had committed in his life. In an instant, all that anger turned into regret and guilt plainly on his face. Unlike his earlier rudeness, this wasn't just a matter of formality or tone policing. He fucked up, and it didn't even have to do with her newly promoted status. His brief status as ExtraOrdinary Apprentice had erased any preconceived notions of the royal family's inherent mysticality. Well the Queen was, that was merely fact. But when it came down to it, even the queen was just a person who could fuck up just as badly as anyone else. And as far as he was concerned, Valda was like him. She wasn't a raised as a noble, but some schmuck who just got pulled into this position by chance. Wearing a red dress and fancy circlet didn't change that one bit. But he still didn't mean to smack her in the face with a pillow in front of the entire Castle.

"Oh bollocks. Sorry, sorry, sorry. I did not mean to do that." The sincerity of his apology was evident in his tone, and he quickly scrambled to pick up both the pillow and the Two-Faced Ring, holding them out to her once again as if that were supposed to fix everything. But he didn't know what else he could do here. How was he supposed to make this up at a time like this? And how were they supposed to react to Luna's disappearance? He had no idea, and his apologies were probably making things worse, but at this point he was certain the entire day had been cursed so that anything and everything would go wrong.

Harry Kingsfield


Location:
Abandoned House



Harry carefully stepped through the house. When he was walking through the forest towards an unknown danger, he had a stride full of confidence. Yet here, where the most danger he was in was a simple fall, he walked as if he had to cross a barely frozen lake top. However, despite all of these cautions, suddenly he felt the ground give way from underneath his right foot, until his hip and arms hit the floor, preventing any further drop.

Immediately, he couldn't see his leg, but there was a pain the beyond the initial impact in his arms and hip, and there was heat that ran down his leg. With a bit of effort, his other leg found a foothold on the wall. With a bit of effort, Harry was able to push himself up and out of the newly created hole. Luckily enough, his pants remained intact; however, there was a ragged gash on his calf that ran red. He didn't have the time or supplies to properly clean it right at that moment, and it didn't seem that bad, but he couldn't just leave it to bleed all over his sock. Hastily, he removed his tie, and used it as a makeshift bandage for the wound. As he rose from where he'd been seated, he noticed the box.

So it seemed that this house wasn't entirely abandoned. Perhaps whoever was behind these crimes were using the house as a base. If nobody visited, they could plan as they pleased. He was almost about to start writing down notes when he heard the cars up front. Harry stacked all the photographs together and tucked them into his front jacket pocket before he went over to a nearby window to investigate. They weren't police cars, so they were either perpetrators/accessories, or nosy kids. Miranda's exit lent credence to the latter theory, but he couldn't be sure, for the time being he'd try to stay out of sight and observe what they did.
Nor

Location: Tower 3F
Interacting with:N/A

Nor's attention was diverted away from the body of the ape he'd just killed by a sudden loud thud from behind him. He couldn't parse out what the Nine Hells had just happened, but the aftermath spoke for itself. The hooded man and many of the remaining members of the opposition were neutralized. He'd really wanted to be the one to off the caster, which was especially vexing given he had had his life in his hands not 15 minutes prior, but he'd have to settle for the bastard being killed in a horrifically messy way. Mission accomplished, the princess was still intact and didn't seem to be in danger of getting herself killed again any time soon, barring unforeseen complications that could crop up.

And then the magic keeping the tower started to fade, revealing the shoddy worksmanship for what it really was. Had he the time, Nor would have cursed both magicians of (almost) all stripes and their unnatural ways, twisting reality in ways that they shouldn't, (He held himself back from including all of them thanks to Satilla's intervention. Not everything produced by magic was trouble after all.) and humans for being amateur stonemasons who couldn't even construct a tower that could take a few centuries of abandonment and a bit of rough housing without falling apart.

Sana's call to get out wasn't a command he needed to hear twice. Making sure she stayed alive was good and all, but he had to make sure he didn't die first. He was tough, but "survive a tower collapse" tough? He didn't know, nor was he keen to try learning first hand. Running as fast as his short legs would allow, Nor managed to reach the entry to the stairway without incident.


Giosue Zino


Location: Dining Room->Room 202->Garage
Skills: The Watch: Act I (Time Portals)


"Ah, thank you, my good man." Gio took the suit and looked over it. Judging purely on a visual basis, it seemed like it would fit on his frame perfectly. Fine work as usual from The Hat. It would be more surprising if it came out badly considering how many articles of clothing for the other Emendators he had ended up making over the years. He probably knew all of their measurements off the top of his head as well.

"And while you're at it," Gio spoke, adding onto what Gilbert had just advised to Bartholomew, "make sure that you don't walk around gawking at everything. You'll just end up looking like a well-off tourist to mug."

"'Going in packing' shouldn't be necessary," he said, casually dismissing James' worries. If worst came to worst, he was the one with the greatest capabilities of 'bailing out.' And to that end, traveling light facilitated a hasty retreat. "Alicia has not been away for very long, so I doubt she could've gotten into too much trouble. It shouldn't be impractical to just walk on over to them and then pull her out."

"...Then again. No. No, it should be fine for us to go in with only what you've provided us. And funny that you ask that, Bartholomew. We'll be arriving there a bit early. October 4th, 1924. Barring unexpected circumstances, I don't imagine it shall take us all that long to complete the mission and return. I'd estimate an hour and a half. A few hours tops if Ms. Gonzalez decides to be especially stubborn or ended up hiding off somewhere difficult to find. Meet me in front of the Garages when you're ready and we shall depart."
With one last wave farewell, Gio made his way to his room to quickly get himself changed up.

In his abode, he removed his dirty clothes he'd been sporting for most of the day, cleaned himself briefly as best as he could without taking longer than 10 minutes and then suited up in the fine Egyptian cotton that Gilbert had been so kind so as to provide them with. Now ready for what should be a brief walk followed by a stern tongue lashing, Gio strolled out from his room to the established meeting place.
Cyne

Location: Tower 3F
Interacting with:N/A

Scratch what had she just thought, the tower was about to crumble any minute now from the feel of things. Her first instinct was to make a dash for the stairs, but she couldn't do such a thing in good conscience. She had to at least visually confirm that the rest of her team in the tower were at least able to make progress towards the exit before she could start worrying about her own skin. From the looks of things, Sat was thinking the same thing from how she was running around trying to heal everyone despite the evident instability of the ground she stood upon.

Cyne wasn't too concerned about her own wellbeing anyways. She could probably transform into a bird and fly and/or out if she really, really needed to. Or turn into a lizard or serpent and slip out through the cracks and crawl down the side of the building. The rest of them didn't have that kind of convenience available to them. So she simply pushed herself back to her feet and waited to see what everyone else decided to do first. She hoped they all wouldn't follow the healer's example.
Mali Anson

Location: Queensguard
Skills: N/A



"I'm starting to wonder if this doesn't actually go back farther than that. Hell, at this point, I wouldn't be surprised if you traced back far enough you ended up getting to reptilian psychic vampire aliens who were the cause of all this shit." It was a joke, but it was also something of a reminder to herself not to get too sucked in by the creations of her own deductions. It was quite easy that once you started accepting what would otherwise be wild bullshit as truth to start accepting all wild bullshit as truth. The last thing she wanted to do was end up being like one of those crazed basement dwellers who never go outside because the CIA's going to use a satellite to reflect microwaves at you and give you cancer for knowing too much. Most of what she'd been doing this whole time was conjecture at best and it was important to keep that in mind.

"Hey, you've brought your phone right? Can you contact your sister right now? I think it might be a good time to try finding another way out than the front door. And you've also got intel on the building layout, right?" She didn't have the aversion to crowds and people Relic did. She enjoyed going out to parties and being around people, even if they had a penchant for being interrupted by murder. No, this was a gut feeling, she couldn't help but think that staying where they were was a terrible mistake. Hell, staying in this building was a terrible mistake.

The sooner they could leave, the better. But it'd be bad planning and poor robbery etiquette to just up and relocate without informing the rest of the team about the change in plans. And although they could definitely try the front, she was almost certain that they'd just be stopped by security due to the events of the night.

Zoie mentioned crawling through the vents or something, and that seemed like that might be able to get them out, but she couldn't know. She didn't have a floorplan. She was banking on Relic possessing that. She'd improvise the whole thing if she had to, but that was a last resort. This was not the type of situation you maneuvered through entirely by the seat of one's pants.


Atkin Bowman

Location: Palace: Throne Room


Nuh uh. Nope. No way. Not taking this today. No siree. There had been so much bullshit today already that there was no way that he was going to be talked down to by some girl who'd only managed to be set up to become Queen in about half hour purely due to being in the right place at the right time. He was all set to punch somebody when he walked in, and the Queen-to-be was making a very inviting target of her face. There were many, many reasons that hitting her would be perhaps the worst decision of his life, most of them were quite obvious to anyone with clarity of though. Yet at that moment, none of them were factoring into his assessment of the situation. What did stop him was ingrained training at the hands of his mum and older siblings.

"Atkin! What did I tell you about hitting girls?" WHAP. Although he really, really wanted to lay into her, he managed to settle for simply tightening his fists to the point of nearly drawing blood. His Pavlovian instincts wouldn't let him do otherwise.

"Yeah, 'escort' me into that 'army' of yours so you can try to schmooze her up more? What, figured that your luck didn't turn out so good with the last Queen that you'd just keep at it with each new royal who finds herself sitting on the throne? Eventually luck's gotta go your way, right?" He wouldn't be making a friend of Puck with comments like that, but the pipsqueak wasn't the kind of person he didn't want to associate with anyways. He'd seen the type on the streets plenty of times, usually as leaders of petty gangs: well-mannered when dealing with people they wanted things from, but unmerciful and cruel with those they saw as beneath them.

"Thank you, Luna" he said, audibly grateful that somebody today wasn't being either cryptic, difficult or both. "Princess Snaera's body is lying in the middle of the room and you're getting uppity about me usin' some crude language. Not letting people know what's going on is how people come up with crazy rumors. People already think you killed Queen Meliscente. Wouldn't be too hard for the wrong person to stumble in and think you and your witch friends killed Snaera so you could use her body parts for some weird Magykal ritual. Then go and gossip about it to their friends, who gossip to their friends and their friends."

"Next thing you know, you step out the door and there's a crowd of people yakking to each other about how before your coronation, you'd cast a spell in the throne room that would plunge the Castle into Darkness for the next 1,000 years using all the foreign delegates as sacrifices."
Having been able to vent a bit of his anger at Puck, and actually receiving some answers from the younger Princess he'd managed to cool off enough to be somewhat more civil and level headed than a few minutes earlier. But he was still sore over how the bookstore goers had exaggerated everything while ignoring the reality of the situation.

"Like it or not, but we're going to be seeing each other a lot. And we're going to have to be able to work together; part of that is tellin' each other what's going on. Gotta look out for your own, after all." Then Arya came in. He figured she'd track him down sooner or later to whisk him away to the ceremony, so her arrival was just part of expectations. Her finding him this soon was a bit of a shock, however. What absolutely was not out of expectations was her chiding him over not wearing the damn Safe Charm.

"Oi, this one has nothing to do with me. Seems like I'm not the only one with people trying to off them every half hour. According to Luna, Princess Snaera thought Valda killed her pa or something and got killed trying to get revenge." He wasn't going to put it on, no matter how much he was told to. She'd have to force him to wear it, if she was that deadset on it. Most of his motivation was not wanting to communicate weakness to whoever was watching, but he was starting to build up a not insignificant amount of good old fashioned stubbornness.

Arya's face furrowed in concern, although she tried to hide it from being plainly written across her face. She looked away from her apprentice towards the body, biting down on her right thumbnail.

"I see," the ExtraOrdinary Wizard uttered upon returning her attention to Atkin. "Yet we cannot allow this to delay the coronation. Come." That said, she turned back towards the entrance and walked away at a pace just a smidgen more quickly than it was normally.

Following behind his teacher through empty castle halls, Atkin couldn't help but notice how lifeless the place felt without servants and officials bustling through them. It reminded him of a knocked over beehive that was abandoned by its insectile workers. If stone had the ability to wilt and rot it would complete the picture. However, as they approached the site of the coronation itself, that lifelessness was replaced with a different sensation. The sound had begun as a far off thing. Less of something you heard with your ears, closer to a feeling your brain picked up. Then it grew to a buzz that was filtered through a sturdy wall. With every step it grew closer and closer. The raw sound of conversation and people evolved from being mere noise into something of a picture, a pointillist portrait of the Castle, with the spoken word replacing paint.

It was so overwhelming that the apprentice was glad when at the last moment Arya moved into a room just a few feet away from the courtyard where the Coronation would take place. The door blocked out just enough of the noise so that thinking, let alone conversation once again became popular. It was rather plain, akin to a broom closet, yet here is where the last items for the ceremony were, namely a couple of extravagantly decorated pillows, upon which sat a ring and a circlet.

Atkin walked over to the one with the ring and picked up the little piece of jewelry. Emerald and gold, with the faces of two men where a gemstone would normally go.

"So this is it? The real thing." he asked looking up through the hole. It didn't seem all that special. Just kind of creepy, but otherwise unremarkable. Curiosity took ahold of him and he slowly began to move it to his finger, only for the ring bearing hand to be lightly slapped aside.

"Don't put that on, Atkin. That ring may only be removed in reverse. You'd have to remove your finger to take it off." Sheepishly, the apprentice apologized and returned the ring to its resting place on the pillow. Alright, game time. After the next 15 minutes, Valda would either be the new Queen of the Castle, or things would go horribly, horribly wrong. He couldn't say that his bets were on the former coming to pass. But he'd just have to bite his tongue and do his best here. Maybe this morning wasn't an indication for how the rest of the day would turn out.

He sincerely hoped so.
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