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Giosue Zino


Location: Main House: Sitting Room
Skills: N/A


"How much time does this loop have left? Not very much. I'll say that much." Gio hated being right in situations like this, even if it was only the gut feeling telling him the truth of the matter here. It would have been so much more convenient for them if they were afforded at least awhile longer to try working up some experience before fate hit them with the End of Days, but unfortunately they would seemingly have to make do with what they had. Gio pull out his pocket watch, flipped it open to stare at its face before shutting it again.

As distressing as losing control of the time loop should have been, Gio felt remarkably calm. Maybe the full weight of the implications had yet to hit him, but he got the distinct impression that he should be freaking out. What was troubling was that he couldn't be sure why his control was waning. Of course, the easy answer was that it was this Niburi kicking in. Or that time itself was starting to fall apart. But he knew that his control over time was not absolute. He could not reverse death or go back more than a few seconds. However, their guest had shown herself able to change day to night without much exertion, a task he'd never been capable of; he could easily see this Siduri wresting away the loop as a means to spur them into action. Or mostly Gilbert into action. He seemed most content to rest on his temporal laurels of the lot, although the Watch wasn't going to say as much.

"Of course, Nancy deserves to be aware of everything that happened tonight as well." Although Gio had the most troubling feeling that the end of days would adversely affect Loki as well. Her cards might fail to come up answers for the third time.


Mali Anson

Location: Road to Grimm (McDonalds)
Skills: Driving



"If I hear any banjos in the distance, I'm turning this car around." Indiana was by no means prime hick territory as far as Mali was concerned, but dealing with those types was out of her depth. High class parties and big city freakshows were one thing, but she had to draw the line somewhere. If she was going to end up horrifically murdered in the near future, she'd make sure that at least it wouldn't be at the hands of Big Bo and Ol' Slim.

Judging by the smell of the fire, it was likely that the surrounding area wasn't ablaze, which was a good and bad thing. The good part being that at the very least, it wasn't likely that she'd have to worry about the fire spreading into a massive inferno that chewed through miles of land and potentially Grimm itself. Probably. The bad news was that left a lot of questions about what exactly was on fire. Somebody's house? A factory? A Sprint store because somebody decided to be a dumbass and use too many multi socket plugs on a single outlet?

And on top of that, why was it on fire? Chances were that it was something that she had no business knowing, but the off chance that it did involve her, or would in the near future felt too large for her liking. But whatever the W's of the situation, the fact of the matter was that she wouldn't really be able to learn more about the fire without getting closer to the site. The two of them had priorities to take care of, and she wasn't about to take a detour exclusively because she was curious and paranoid.




Giosue Zino


Location: Main House: Sitting Room
Skills: N/A


Siduri's reaction cemented the feeling Gio had had. The time loop was by no means a guarantee that they had as much time as they could waste on their hands. Moving forward they would need to be decisive in action, but at the same time, he needed to ensure that nobody got ahead of themselves and rushed needlessly into danger, as Faith seemed desperate to do. Still, the Paradoxes were chomping at the bit to progress so a gameplan needed to be laid out. But first, questions must be dealt with.

"Niburi, the point of transition." Gio grasped his chin and concentrated on the term for several seconds before returning with an answer. "It does not immediately call to mind anything, but perhaps it will come to me later when I'm not on the spot. Perhaps Niburi refers to now as we transition towards the end of days. Or perhaps it is some point in the near future. Or the distant past."

"As for the matter of Miss Faith. Yes, of course she's going to have to undertake the journey, that has never truly been the question. It was a matter of when, but seeing as time is short, it is likely that she will have to go post haste. As for the rest of you, we lack the time and attention to be able to undergo more thorough direct tutelage. And as nice as it would be to source trainers specifically tailored to each of your talents, such a pool of teachers is probably out of reach with our current resources."

"I fear that the best option available to us might be having to send you out on your own and let adversity be your master. That said, we still might be able to decide some other path with a bit more deliberation. Putting aside all else, it would be best if nobody left until they've had a good night's sleep. It is quite late after all. Setting out on a journey sleepy is getting off on the wrong foot at its finest."
Roger wasn't too sure entirely of what was going on, chaotic as battle was, but he had a relatively decent understanding on the broad picture. They had managed to inflict significant casualties on the enemy, if not getting out entirely unscathed themselves. But everyone was still in perfectly serviceable condition as far as he could tell. Well the werks were, the mental state of some of the pilots was questionable, but that might as well be called Tuesday with Squad Sigma.

Through the various comms there were a lot of messages, most of them Rooney heard, but didn't really stick in his head. It was bad form, but there was a lot to take in at once, and he had to focus hard enough on piloting as it was. That said, there were two messages in particular that snagged his attention. First was Dietrich's message. Not for any particularly dramatic or important reason. It's just that he heard his name, which pulled his focus in that direction until he figured out that the other pilot was merely using "roger" as an affirmative, rather than specifically trying to call his attention.

More importantly, there was the directive from the boss lady herself: press forward, engage, take out the turtles. Well if there was one thing Yeager was good at, it was pressing forward. Unfortunately, directly in his way was a wall of Cruxi War Machines, and he didn't have the firepower to take on all those combatants at once, nor was he the melee type, so trying to simply bust through (without suicidally ramming into them) was out of the question.

However, Roger directed his gaze down upon the radar once more. There was a spot open he could just make it through if he put the pedal to the metal, figuratively speaking. And once though he'd have a clear line of fire at 2 of the turtles. The drawback is that he'd be in a compromised position, but now was not the time for timidity. He'd need to rely on the help of the rest of the squad, but that's what they were there for.

"Got it. Going to try to maneuver to their rear flank along with Wagner." Roger first directed Yeager to move to his 10 o'clock, moving just far enough to align himself with the break in the cruxi formation. Then he adjusted course to point straight ahead and activated his Overboosters to pass straight through the gap in their offenses.


Actions:
Move: F8->D6
Boost: D6->D3
Mali Anson

Location: Road to Grimm (McDonalds)
Skills: Driving and Perception



"We'll go to Tinder's place, first." As much as Mali wanted to say to get the hotel room first, she could feel that if she got the chance to lay down (while waiting for the shower to become unoccupied for example), she wouldn't want to get back up. And there wasn't much use in putting off the reason why they were here in the first place. They had gotten to Grimm ahead of time, so they might as well use it for something. Had they shown up at the originally projected 9pm to whatever, then things would be different. Kind of a dick move to show up at someone's doorstep right as they're probably trying to sleep and then dropping the bomb that their son's dead. Now, they'd be interrupting dinner at worse.

"So Zoie, call me paranoid, but I can't shake the feeling that something bad's going to happen." Her eyes flitted over towards the plume of smoke off in the distance. "Maybe it's the Silent Hill fog coming from over there, running into Caesar at the bookstore, or that we're driving into the cursed town where all those murders happened. But I can feel a wave of bullshit coming over the horizon. Just can't see it yet." She had her guard back up, but Mali wasn't sure if Zoie felt the same way. It would really suck if she got caught off guard when the flood came, so to speak. The least she could do was let her know beforehand about her sense of foreboding.



Giosue Zino


Location: Main House: Sitting Room
Skills: N/A


Well, everyone was on board. Or he had to assume so. Andromeda didn't say anything either way, but she'd been ready to dive in all the way up until this point. Well perhaps discounting that brief stint after Siduri mentioned the end of days and before she made her way here. That seemed to have shaken her up a bit, but regardless, her time to speak up about that had passed, and if she wanted to opt out, she'd have to do it the way everyone else did.

"Well said, Gilbert." It was a succinct explanation of the loop, although he could not help but feel that Siduri was well aware of the time loop in place, but that her reason for haste persisted even with that fact in mind. But that was merely a hunch he did not want to put to words just yet. Again, it did no good to bring unnecessary panic to the conversation which was packed to the brim with impending doom as it was, so if she did not bring up some issue to undercut the safety of the time loop, neither would he.

"Patience, Faith" Gio reprimanded the Paradox. "Just because you know where to go for a trip doesn't mean you leave without packing. We need a solid plan in place that covers everyone, not just you. You want to cross a desert without preparing an appropriate amount of water beforehand. Now that we're certain that our will is indeed collective, we can indeed begin planning on how exactly we're going to become stronger as a unit as well as individually. You might not like the delay, but the time spent with proper preparation pays dividends."

"And if you will forgive me for cutting in on your question, Siduri, I'd like to begin with a proposition for how to begin as well. At least the sparse framework of how we could proceed. Begin by splitting our current class of Paradoxes into two groups and allow them to run a mission by themselves, and if each group succeeds in their quest, than they run a short-term mission solo."
He would rather ease into this more gradually than the structure he had laid out here, but he could not help but take into account the feeling that even in this loop they did not have the apparently infinite reserves of time that they appeared to have. And if they were to quickly build up competence, it would be through struggle. With this plan, they could first work towards unity and then self reliance.
Mali Anson

Location: Road to Grimm (McDonalds)
Skills: Driving and Perception



Now came the question of where to stash her leftovers. A few thoughts ran through her head. She could just toss it in the back seat. But there it'd likely to be forgotten to be discovered by the next renter. Glove box? Same problem. On the dashboard it would just be a visual block. And the floor put her sandwich in an uncomfortably vulnerable position. She could just hand it over to Zoie, but she didn't want to burden her with holding onto a bag for the next few hours. Finally, she just decided to leave it on the middle section between the seats and hope that she didn't have to make any sudden stops.

While Zoie went to throw the trash away, Mali switched seats and immediately set to adjusting everything. The seat was too close, her legs were squished against the pedals, and she wanted it dialed forward a bit further. Some people liked to recline back and ride, but she wasn't about that. There were places to go, and she needed to be dialed in. With everything set to her satisfaction and both passengers buckled up, she was ready to roll. When Zoie flicked on the nav system, Mali couldn't help but look over. Well yeah it was telling them where to go, but the paranoid aspect of her piped in again. It was uncomfortable with the idea that their position was being precisely tracked at all time. How did those lyrics go again?

I take a pride in probing all your secret moves/My tearless retina takes pictures that can prove. Sure you could argue that not every satellite and GPS is controlled by Juno, but after watching Relic in action and all the computer shenanigans, Mali was pretty certain that it didn't really matter too much if it wasn't. If they wanted the information they could just take it. But it did no good to get lost over mostly unwarranted neurosis. She just had to reason that chances were that they were obfuscated or unimportant enough that this wouldn't fuck them over royally. Mali sighed once more and set forth towards Grimm.



Giosue Zino


Location: Main House: Sitting Room
Skills: N/A


"Relax, Mr. Grady." Gio spoke up a slim smile of bemusement on his face, gesturing with an open palm towards the wereboar to signal things were alright. "The dragons in all of this conversation have been purely metaphorical. I was speaking in a more generalized sense. A dragon can be any problem you have to face. The desire not to face your boss at work. Alcoholism. Impending health issues. But in this case the danger the dragons pose are far less mental and emotional and more in the concrete physical. Probably even more dangerous than an actual dragon. But enough of this metaphor, we have worn it out enough as it is." Notably, Gio made sure to not actually give James a direct yes/no answer to his question of dragons actually being a thing. It was fun to let them sweat about these things, even though it was a bad time to be messing with people.

"Now," Gio now stood and turned to direct his words directly at the Paradoxes, "this is the time for all of you to affirm or deny your stake in this gambit. What's that phrase they use at weddings these days? Speak now or forever hold your peace? I'd like to hear from each of you, are you going to stick with us and assist in our battle to find Evelina and avert the End of Days? It will be rough, and there's a not insignificant chance that you may die. Again."

"As shorthanded as we are, the last thing we need is someone dragging their feet because their heart isn't in it. Alexandra already opted out. Any of you are free to do so as well, but for those of you that remain, I expect utmost diligence from here on out. Well? Are you in, or out?"
Perhaps it was somewhat of an odd time to pick for a gesture such as this, but they had reached something of a course to set sail on. The Watch determined that it would be best to weed out any remaining people that weren't fully invested before hunkering down with the minutia. In a loop or no, time was not to be wasted.
Mali Anson

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



Well on the bright side, the truck just seemed to be a truck, and not someone tailing them from Juno in the aftermath of the party or trying to track down the little artifact dice-thing that they seemed to be after. They had run into Caesar earlier, but maybe there really wasn't anything too fishy going on in the area and she had just been letting the neurotic parts of her head get the better of her. Probably not, but it was a good reminder regardless that not everything is part of an insidious conspiracy out to ruin things for everyone.

Mali finished her chicken sandwich, feeling pretty satisfied. It was a fast food chicken sandwich all right. Sure she'd had better/worse ones, but simply having the heft of a significant amount of food in her gut after all this time provided pleasure enough. She briefly took stock of her physical wellbeing at this point. She felt decent enough overall, maybe starting to get a bit sluggish. She could eat the other chicken sandwich pretty easily now, but if she did, she'd probably end up feeling pretty sleepy behind the wheel. Well, leftovers it was.

"Hey, you ready to trade places, Zoie? I'll take over for a bit." Mali wiped her hands as clean as she could with one of the spare napkins that they got with the food before she roughly sealed the opening of the paper bag before rolling it up tightly. Had to make sure that there'd be no accidental spills. And the car was a rental, but it was still bad form to cover the steering wheel with greasy hands.


Giosue Zino


Location: Main House: Sitting Room
Skills: N/A


"Alone does not mean traveling with a companion, Bartholomew." Perhaps the reply was harsher than it needed to be, but it was irksome for him to ask that question right after Siduri had answered it before it'd been asked. How hard was it to simply listen to what someone had to say.

He did catch the glance of concern from Gilbert, but Gio didn't acknowledge it with more than a glance in return. Even Gio was not so deliberate as to not be able to make an immediate decision when the circumstances were as dire as they were. At least a decision that was as broad as the general direction they were going to take moving forward. They could work out the specifics later, but times of crisis required unity and promptness. The matter of Faith on the other hand was too specific and too important to not discuss.

"The idea of one of our few remaining Paradoxes venturing out alone now, unexperienced as they are is not one I find myself very comfortable with. However, it is through facing great danger, fighting the dragon as it were, that the greatest gains are made. The issue comes when you end up simply being eaten. What is your thought on this, Gilbert?" Gio wasn't opposed to Faith making this journey after getting some more experience under her belt. But if she left as soon as possible, the risk-to-reward ratio simply was too far out of their favor in his eyes. If she was the only one who had any significant chance of finding Eve, losing her due to recklessness would land them in what could potentially be a checkmate, but perhaps the separate perspective of The Hat would provide a more three dimensional view of how exactly to progress.
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