Dragoknighte

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

Mali Anson

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Location: Road to Grimm (McDonalds)
Skills: Perception

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"Well yeah. Everywhere has poor people. Take a trip over to Tanzania, find a small town and you'll probably find their equivalent of rednecks. Names are probably a lot longer and harder to pronounce. Say what you will, but Bubba doesn't pose a challenge for anyone to holler." She'd run into some African immigrants in the past. Not Tanzania, but... she actually forget where the guy said he was from. Nigeria? Let's go with that. It was an entirely different country, but the principle still followed suit. His last name was some 15 letters long and began with an N but was spoken with a W- sound. Mali didn't even bother to try thinking through the rest.

Mali fished out one of her chicken sandwiches from the bag and unwrapped it. It never ceased to amaze her how different the pictures on the menu and advertisements were from the food item itself. Yeah, she knew that those had the benefits of food photography, she wouldn't have been surprised if they were actually plastic models or something. But you unwrap the sandwich and sitting in front of you is a squished, misshapen mass, lettuce strewn haphazardly about it and one of the tomato's barely hanging in the bun. But hey, nobody went to McDonalds for presentation.

When Zoie pointed out the truck, Mali's gaze followed, her mouth rendered unable to reply due to it being filled to capacity on chicken. It was rather odd that the type of ego truck that was normally reserved for suburbs was hanging around a location that could actually use those vehicles for their intended purpose. She didn't want to get to wrapped up in conspiracy theory before she could finish this sandwich; however, she wouldn't have a ton of time before becoming commandeer of the wheel.

Roll request

Skill: Perception
Action being attempted: further studying the truck for anything out of the ordinary. The entire car is a bit out of place for the location, but anything of note entire as part of the vehicle itself, or perhaps located in or around it. Maybe some indication of who owns it?

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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Giosue Zino

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Location: Carnival Set Up->Main House: Sitting Room
Skills: N/A

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"Agreed. It's no use rushing into trouble unprepared and half our estate ignorant of the situation. Whether it be handling Destruere, locating Evelina or dealing with this End of Days, our best course of action is to strengthen ourselves as best as we can." Gio had missed the point about one of the Paradoxes "opting out" when it was first brought up, so it took a second to gather that this was a topic in progress when it was brought up that Alexandra hadn't been seen for awhile, evidently passing on to a potential next life. This was an inconvenience in that they were strapped on resources as it was, losing yet another Paradox only short-handed the staff even further. But at the same time, he couldn't help but feel that at least they hadn't really lost anyone of value. None of the newcomers had developed to a point of being truly reliable, and even before then, she had managed to piss off Nancy in a way that rarely ever occurred. In the end, this was merely another factor the three of them would need to take into account moving forward.

There was one eternal truth: everything had to end eventually. Perhaps the benefit of an unaging existence disguised this immutable fact from the other Emendators, Gio never bother to ask. But he knew that at some point it was all going to be over. It was not the same sense of impending mortality that mortals had, but it was a stable fixture in the way he viewed the world. The passing of the Glasses only brought that certainty in the pit of his being into clarity. If this End of Days was something natural that was due to occur in the "near future" he couldn't be too torn up about it. In the meantime, he'd do his best to keep things together.

"Ah Madam Siduri," Gio returned his thoughts and words to the... Siduri sitting across from him. "Forgive me if this is getting ahead of myself, but will you and your... compatriots be staying with us for an extended period of time, or will you be gone by the time morning comes?" She did come to them, so logically she would stick around to help with whatever it is she wanted them to do. But he had a hunch that wouldn't be the case. However, even if they were dirty and unpleasant by and large, the aid of a large number of people with Paradox-like abilities would make things much easier moving forward.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

Mali Anson

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Location: Road to Grimm (McDonalds)
Skills: N/A

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Mali sat back and contemplated what she was going to eat. It'd been quite some time since she'd eaten at McDonald's, so she wasn't entirely sure what was it that they had, but it was probably safe to assume they hadn't gotten rid of any of the "classics" on their menu. They had a grilled chicken sandwich didn't they? She was probably going to end up defaulting to that, but it couldn't hurt to go over other potential options before going the safe route.

Anything fried was immediately out of the question. Potatoes, chicken, onions, fries, didn't matter what was being fried, she wasn't going to go down that road. Likewise, she wasn't going to get any dessert options. If she was going to get a burger of some kind, it'd be best to maximize the meat-to-bun ratio, but the issue would be that the burger would have a shit ton of fat too. Any fancy, specialty burgers would probably be smothered in some kind of special sauce that would just compound those issues further. Going along those lines, a double quarter pounder would be best. But did she actually want this? It was around this point in her thought process that she realized it was her time to order.

"Oh, um. Could I get two of your grilled chicken sandwiches. Just the sandwiches. And a cup of water." Put on the spot, the boring option won out from force of habit. Perhaps in greater quantities than she'd planned, but Mali had a feeling a single grilled chicken sandwich wouldn't have quite enough substance for one meal. And if by chance it was, she could just save the second for later. Maybe dinner or lunch tomorrow. The idea of leftover McDs wasn't the most appealing, but after years of forcing herself to eat far less appealing food items in the name of results, she wasn't too worried about it.

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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Giosue Zino

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Location: Carnival Set Up->Main House: Sitting Room
Skills: N/A

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"It would have been wholly unnecessary for the two of you to venture to that time and place," Gio replied to Gilbert. "I had just spent the past couple of days there, and was planning on informing you of what I'd learned. But now is not the time to discuss such things. I would not wish the needlessly derail the conversation from the more pertinent topics."

Gio decided not to immediately address Siduri's question about if he was willing to alter the timeline in such a manner that would potentially erase the existence of the Emendators. Partly because he didn't exactly mean "start from the beginning" as in "directly alter events that had already transpired," and as previously stated he wasn't going to derail the conversation from more important topics. But the other more pressing matter was this matter of "end of times." Being the Emendator most strongly linked with time itself, this was a pretty big fucking deal. The matter of past training debacles would remain the same.

"Furthermore, might I ask for some clarification," Gio began as he followed Gilbert's lead from the open air to the sitting room. "What exactly do you mean by 'end of times?' Do you speak of the total end of all things, the end of the status quo and a change to an entirely new paradigm, or some other outcome that I haven't mentioned?" It was important to not let oneself be panicked when confronted with bad news, especially when one did not truly understand what it meant. He knew she knew quite a bit, and had an entirely different perspective on things than they.

But one thing rang true, the fact that she had come to them with this information meant that there was something they could do to fix things, even a bit. But to do so would require them to have their facts straight. Once in the sitting room, Gio found a suitable chair and sat with one leg crossed over the other, hands laced together atop his knee.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

Mali Anson

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Location: Chicago
Skills: N/A

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"It's like the Bermuda Triangle of the States," Mali added, her brain picking up on the integer and running with it. "But if it were purposefully constructed by some nefarious secret society, I'm pretty sure it'd be some other Illuminati. I'm not all that knowledgeable about the corporate culture, but from what I've seen, they're not a big fan of the number 3. Maybe there's a Catholic conspiracy out there where the Pope's setting up these kinds of celestial focuses to bring doomsday or something. Or it actually is the free masons."

It was easier on her psyche to think about fictional (at least it better be) conspiracies involving Clerical Superweapons than it did to worry about the reality of Juno or the horrid alternate reality where zombies were real. However, for some reason, the idea of the Vatican being in control of a WMD like a superlaser powered by Christ's divinity didn't sit right with her. At once it was absurd, but felt all too possible. And she couldn't help but get a bizarre sense of deja vu that she quickly shook off.

"Definitely going to say no to Burger King. I'd rather go without if it comes down to that or nothing." She'd rather eat food that didn't taste of lighter fluid and poor health standards. As for the other options, Mali ran a quick, if inaccurate assessment of their general macronutrient profiles. Panera would be a bunch of carbs. Considering she had been and would continue sitting all day, she didn't really need the short-term energy. White Castle would be a similar boat, but with a sliver of meat to go with their tiny sandwiches. Which surprisingly left McDonald's the last man standing.

"I'm actually thinking McDonalds if it's not too busy. But if you'd rather hit up Panera, I could live with that." Mali decided against going on about all the nutritional reasoning behind her choice and would just let Zoie come to her own conclusion as to why she made the suggestion she did. In the end it didn't matter too much where they went. This was supposed to be a get away of sorts, and it would only be a bad time if Mali was too difficult about choosing the most optimal places and dishes to eat at every meal. Nobody likes going out to eat with that one guy who's super picky about everything. She could undo any damage done or progress lost with a few weeks of hard work once (if) she managed to return to a steady routine. Right now it was best to just focus on striking a balance between not accruing more damage than necessary and being fun enough to hang around with for the next few days.

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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Giosue Zino

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Location: Carnival Set Up
Skills: N/A

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It was difficult for Gio to connect to the feelings of those who surrounded him. Of course there was the obvious differences in physiology that created the vast differences in worldview, but it was more than simple immortality that created the divide. He was just simply bad at reading people, empathizing with them and so forth. He wasn't some unfeeling machine or psychopath, but he was far from the compassionate, motherly figure those like Evelina or Alicia could be (at times). This facet of his personality only amplified further the alienation a perspective thousands of years old would carry with it.

But right here, right now, he had something of an epiphany. Gio felt like he might know what it was like to be a new Paradox. He might not have died, but perhaps dying would have lessened the shock of this all. It could potentially create some line of demarcation from the time when you believed you knew how the world work and to the uncertain present of being an unknown quantity. Still, it was a lot to take in, and he was certain that most of it wouldn't end up truly sinking in until he'd had some time to stew over it.

What gave him grounding in the conversation now was back to the beginning. The reference to time and its regularity created backing to his thoughts, in the way the instrumentals of a song gave the vocalist a canvas upon which to sing. There was no way that the beginning for anyone of her antiquity would be so recent as a few months ago. She likely saw the threads of fate in action well before any of them would have noticed. Perhaps the beginning of the Emendators teaming up to take down the Destruere.

"Or perhaps if I may hazard a guess," Giosue spoke, continuing his train of thought suddenly into speech. "We need to return to the beginning of the problem. Of when the Destruere first began to appear and wreak havoc." Normally, Gio liked to think through his ideas much further than he had here, but he was off his game as it was, and getting some more ideas out in the works where it could be built upon was more important than attempting to refine out the best possible solution when they weren't entirely certain was the problem actually was.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

Mali Anson

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Location: Chicago
Skills: N/A

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"That so? I moved out to Justice to get closer to various gigs and opportunities. And it also felt like I'd fit in better. Well not fit in, but it wouldn't be out of the ordinary to see a freak like me in southern California. That seems to be one of the country's two nexus points for weirdos. That and Florida." In her head, Mali couldn't help but gripe about how much it sucked that she couldn't spend enough time in the city to even think about utilizing the reasons for moving house before everything went to hell. A broken hand was one of the worst injuries a bodybuilder could get, effectively smashing any hopes she had for any competitions for the rest of the year, and she couldn't even really get a head start for the off-season even factoring out the Juno business.

But then Zoie had to go and bring up a zombie apocalypse, snapping Mali out of her internal frustration. Nah, that ain't her. Go check and see if someone else would be down with that shit, because the validation for that fantasy did not exist in that truck.

"Funny thing about people who always have some post-apocalyptic fantasy." Mali began, going through a train of thought as it occurred to her. "They never think they're going to die. Every single time, you've got like what, 90% of the population dying? In big cities it's probably closer to like 99.99%. Even if your a colossal badass, you could just get hit at a bad time. Like if you're asleep, or holed up on the loo. The chances of you making it out of the initial fuckening are minuscule, let alone surviving any appreciable amount of time after the fact. Worst still, even if you do, that doesn't actually change the fact that you don't know who really has your back. Those other survivors you run into might want to team up and survive, or they might shank you and leave you bleeding as they take what little shit you have." Realizing she'd just been babbling at length, Mali looked away briefly and cleared her throat. A lot of the spiel was genuine critique of the romanticization of the post apocalypse, but really she was distracting herself from thing about zombies with their dead, deflated eyes and decaying flesh. The last time she got dragged to a zombie flick she had nightmares for a week. If possible, she'd prefer to leave them out of her life entirely.

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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Giosue Zino

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Location: Carnival Set Up
Skills: N/A

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Gio wasn't entirely sure how to feel about all this. Although he didn't have too many reasons (well he could invent them if he'd set his mind to it, but that would be bad faith) to doubt the veracity of her claims, he didn't believe her either. It wasn't so much the incredulity elicited by wild assertions, they were standing in the middle of a time loop at that very moment; in a scant few decades there would be people on the moon; a lot of things seem crazy until they actually happen. But her slipperiness definitely had her as the type that you can't trust what they say at face value. "Oh, here I am to give you all the answers you seek"? It screamed of hidden agendas to him.

Still, Gilbert seemed to trust her, and that certainly counted for something. A thought passed through his subconscious. Perhaps I should have indulged in some of that whiskey. It certainly would have made this much less of a headache.

"As well, would there happen to be any more of us wandering around that we should know of?" Immediately after asking the question he realized he had yet to introduce himself. "Ah, my apologies. I go by Giosue these days, although I have a feeling you already know me by some other moniker." The answer to his question he had a feeling would be pertinent to the actions they would need to take in the near future. Part of him was betting that the five (six? if Ben counted) of them were the totality of the Emendators, considering she had expected Drem and Evelina to be present, but who knew really? Even the confirmed possibility of there being more of them around would be a great relief, hurting as they were with their numbers nearly halved.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

Mali Anson

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Location: Grimaldi Books
Skills: N/A

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There wasn't much for Mali to do in this situation other than stand back and watch the conversation play out from afar, but it did give her a chance to get a better look at the guy that Adelaide had been talking to. He was kind of grubby. He didn't look like any kind of law enforcement, or high class enough to be some kind of power player. So chances were that he wasn't involved with any of this. Maybe he was just a regular at the bookstore or something. But then again, Caesar didn't exactly fit the bill of CEO. But it wasn't good to have her become paranoid about every person they happened to pass by just because the game was still on, so to speak. In the end Mali figured if the guy was anyone of note Zoie would tell her.

Fortunately, Adelaide didn't want anything else, so they were free to go on their way without delay. It felt weird to just leave without any kind of acknowledgement, so she gave the shopkeep a small, awkward wave before stepping out of the store. If things went her way, the two of them wouldn't be beset by any unwelcome events like traffic jams or the like and be able to make it to Grimm on or ahead of time, but something was telling her that wouldn't be the case.

"You sure you don't want me to take over driving for a bit? You've been at it for awhile, might be good to give that foot a rest." Mali didn't know the way, but the vast majority of the route would consist of traversing the interstate, the occasional lane change wouldn't trip her up the way the labyrinthine sprawl of the cities could. She recalled in her first days in Justice, she swore she had turned right four times and ended up in a different location altogether.

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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Giosue Zino

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Location: Carnival Set Up
Skills: N/A

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Gio, unlike Gilbert wasn't on edge during the entire walk there. It never even occurred to him that there was a potential for violence to break out in the near future. If these people meant to do them serious harm, why did they bother to politely ask to set up on the grounds and then share their personal tales? They had already shown themselves to possess supernatural abilities, some significant degree of trust had to go both ways for the arrangement to progress as it had. Whilst he wasn't comfortable in the presence of the rousties, he had something of a relaxed guard.

Another point where he and his fellow Emendator differed was their conception of self in the hierarchy of things. Even in his youngest days as a general, he was not at the top. Those around him never had to treat him as akin to a god or risk punishment. There were always those above him who he had to answer to. Merely to follow another and defer oneself was not a concession he had to make. So here as in the Kitchen House, he was perfectly content to play the part of the number two, stand at The Hat's right hand and remain silent unless called upon to act.

Although he could not understand the words the woman spoke, he recognized them for what they were. From the tone and word choice it was clear to him that the two knew each other from Millennium past, and Gilbert's reply only cemented the notion. That she was older than even Gilbert, her appearance and the likely possibility that it was she who changed day to night to appear presented a curious puzzle for Gio to fuddle with in the back of his head. Just what was this Siduri, exactly? Perhaps some sort of ancient strain predecessor to vampires? One of the first Kindred perhaps.

However, the truth of this particular question didn't grasp Gio's attention beyond the shallow curiosity brought about from the simple ignorance of it all. What the Watch was really curious about, was what exactly she wanted to attain from setting up camp here and making such shows.