Recent Statuses

3 yrs ago
Current I started Ouran today....



Character Summary

Name: Call me Natsu.
Aliases: There are those that call me Roger. It's not my real name buuuut...
Age: 19
Birthday: 29th of April.
Ethnicity: Caucasian.
Location: Western New York.
Gender: Non-binary, male pronouns.
Major/Minor: Software Engineering.
Occupation: Student, Upcoming Google Intern this Summer.
Languages: English, C, Java, Ruby, Python, HTML, CSS.
Current Bio Theme: I'm a sucker for FFX.
Years Rping: At least 7, mostly not here though.
Preferred Rp Section: Casual for sure.
Rp Level: Casual to High Casual.
Dedication Level: Pretty high, I like to think.
Biggest Rp Pet Peeve: Oh god world building without GM permission. Moderate grammar errors I can take, but I'll lynch you if you overstep your bounds.


Height: 5"11'
Weight: 270 pounds
Build: I have a bit of a stomach bulge, but besides that pretty even everywhere else.
Eyes: Light blue
Hair: Dirty Blonde
Skin Tone: Kinda just pale?
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Hahahahaha No
Personal Style: Whatever I pull out of my drawer in the morning, irrespective of temperature. I don't feel cold or get hot in the same way you do, so I can dress however I like year round.


Logical * Cold * Intelligent * Obsessive * Protective * Defensive

Sexuality: Asexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Oh god um shit. Well.
Hi there, I'm an asshole. Gonna put That one up front. I'm also a nerd, and sadly those thing can go hand in hand a lot of the time. I often say things i don't mean, especially around those who know me well, so if you've just met me and I'm nice, give me like... a month. I say mean things, probably as some kind of defense mechanism to stop me from getting close to people. I try to fight it, but it's there. I promise I rarely mean to hurt you, and if I do, let me know. Please. Outside of warnings though, I'd say I'm a pretty decent human most of the time. I have some necessary struggles with morality that are interesting. Now don't worry, I'm not a murderer, but I think a lot about the nature of right and wrong, to the point of infuriating those around me. I don't like to take things at face value, so I may openly question the nature of the morality of murder in front of you, and work through logical implications of different stances. My current state on most moral beliefs is not knowing, in fact. Subjective morality to me is pretty obvious, I think killing and stealing and torture are all things I don't wanna do, but that all stems from me not wanting to go to jail/ not wanting to hurt people. Whether or not there's some ultimate morality that's true independent of me, is what I want to know more about.

Outside of internally and externally debating the nature of the universe, I also spend a lot of time doing homework because hahahahahaha STEM majors. I can get into the "I have more homework than you" game. Watching my engineering friends die doing Thermo is almost painful. A lot of my not RPing free time is spent up either on games, programming, or math. Yes I'm one of those weird fuckers who likes math. Some might think this weird, but honestly until you see the beauty of complex exponentiation, or modern number theory, you just don't understand man. Look into it, I promise you'll cry when you see the light. Besides that, I cook a lot when i can, I live in dorms now but you should see what I can do with a gas stove and a knife. If I have an art, it's food.
Habits: I don't drink water from the tap. Ever. I don't care if it's cold or not, I'm going out in shorts and you can't stop me.
Hobbies: Cooking, Programming, Overwatch, Magic the Gathering, Math, Rubik's Cubes, DnD.
Fears: Being left Vulnerable, Failure.
Likes: Fluffy animals, When the dice favor me, Games, Scaly animals, Math.
Dislikes: Sad doggos, when the dice hate me, outside, cruelty.

Cards On The Table

Rp's Currently Gming: None
Rp's Currently Enjoying: Breakfast University of Magic, Darker than Black, Our Game.
Other Places Of Interest: I used to bounce around on the Nerdfighteria Vanilla Forums and it's various predecessors.
Favorite Posts: Still the best thing on the guild.


What Brings You To Role Player Guild: The death of my first Roleplay Site
Life Before You Came To Role Player Guild: Oh Jesus. So there was this site, orignally known as Your Pants. It was wonderful, and any Nerdfighters probably know what I'm talking about. My first Roleplay's were on that site, and I was S H I T. The worst you could imagine. Oh god part of me is glad that the old site is buried and lost to time, in a data shredded pile that can't ever be recovered (STAY AWAY FROM THE WAYBACK MACHINE IF YOU LOVE ME). Any way, that site when through a couple iterations, from site death to revival to death to revival. The people rotated and left and returned until one day, we all were gone. I found the site somewhere between my departure and the overall death of that site's RP section. Good friends were made, lost and died there.
Life Since You Came To Role Player Guild: Bit less Nostalgic and more cheery for this part then. Guild's been nice, and I've been on and off as life got harder or easier at different points, but I think I've stabilized on something good where I am now.


Quotes or Sayings: "What do you mean I can only have 7 shots of Espresso?"
Theme Song: I'm a sucker for jazzed up versions of childhood songs.
Advice To The World:
Anything Else: I think people shoot for happiness, and while that's good, I don't think you should ever achieve it. You need to keep upping your standards, and never become complacent.

Most Recent Posts

Bartholomew Rosecliff

Location: Room 101

Bart watched as the Hat walked out to the door, intent on following him closely behind. That passing comment he made, gave him a shiver of anticipation. The idea of having some ability so spectacular that it made transforming into other things trivial was tantalizing, he had to admit. He knew he'd find out in time about what he could do, and he'd love to just be satisfied with that and focus on more important things, but he knew himself too well to know he'd be endlessly puzzling it over and obsessing over it until he found out. He'd have to do what he could to keep himself focused on the problems at hand though, too much was on the line right now.

He caught the eye of Sophia, and gave a friendly smile, "I don't drink much, and I think I could still get behind that." He noted, and closed the distance between the two of them. "This really is a lot to process, I think we need to put a lot of thought into what we've just heard, there's more than what's on the surface, I think." He said carefully, his eyes trailing back to and locking on Eve for a second. "A break will do us all some good, I think. Let's us take it all in and get to know each other. Name's Bartholomew by the way, but my friends call me Bart." He introduced himself, giving a small wave as he did so.

He was about to recommend they head out, when Miss Lucas spoke again, and caused him to turn to face her head on. That was the most overt thing he'd heard out of her mouth at this point. That's how it was then, stay here, or go back in the ground. He gave what might be described as a light chuckle, keeping up a smile. She just showed him something very, very important, if he was reading into her words correctly. She didn't seem to have an emotional investment in their continued life, at least not yet, which spoke volumes about her character. She was obviously in charge around here, or at least was the most prominent voice out the the Emendators, and she cared about the survival and strength of her group more than anything else, even individual life. As soon as Eve stepped out the door, Bart turned back to Sophia, "That,I think, was incredibly important." He said quietly, giving Sophia a bemused look, "Thoughts?"

Adalene Jones

Location: Apartment, New York, New York
Interacting With: Aaliyah
Abilities being used: Fire Manipulation

Adalene winced as the alarm went off, and with a scowl on her face, she swished the flame away, turning it off. As the flame dwindled away, she kept eye contact with the intruder. As she cooled off, so to speak, she decided that this girl didn't look like much of a threat, more scared than anything. Even if she wanted to hurt Adalene, she was pretty sure she couldn't. She glanced back over at her sandwich on the counter, and decided to go for good cop. She made her way back to her food, cut it in half on the diagonal, and placed it down gingerly on her kitchen table, and pushed it over to the side near the girl. She took a half for herself and said, "Take it." her tone forceful.

"Based on the look on your face, I'm gonna say you're more scared than anything." She said taking a bit into her half. "How'd you get in here? I know you didn't come in through the door, I would've heard you." She noted, as she swallowed. She knew she came on strong to a lot of people, but she felt she was in the right in this situation, given the circumstances. The way she saw it, acting the way she did showed Adalene what she was dealing with, and now she could go lighter on her, and still get her answers. She took another bite of her grilled cheese, waiting for the girl to respond.

Bartholomew Rosecliff

Location: Room 101

Bart's jaw dropped as Gilbert transformed, a gasp escaping his lips. "What... the fuck?" He said quietly, then quickly shutting his mouth again, remembering himself. He began to wonder about his own capabilities upon seeing the scope of Gilbert's. He didn't know what to think of the idea of him getting some kind of superpower. The concept excited him on one hand, since it was something that offered the chance to really be somebody that could make a difference, but with all the changes he's already seen today, he just felt like he was getting flung further and further way from the chance of ever having a normal life.

Bart considered this while Evelina took control of the conversation again, listing off examples of what other "Paradoxes" could do. He took particular note of Alicia's power to infiltrate dreams. If that was true, which he may as well assume it is at this point, he'd want to be careful. He did not want anybody in his head. He'd be sure to politely ask ALicia to stay the hell out the next time he saw her. He also noticed when Evelina said they'd be needing their powers for self defense, all but confirming his suspicion that there was some threat to them now, or that they'd be needing to fight something. This would be the center of any questions he asked when he was given the chance.

His eyes narrowed a bit when Evelina ended the "Q&A" session without accepting any questions. He held his hand at his side, tempted beyond temptation to raise and ask a question, but knowing it would be best to wait. He still had a lot to reflect on, ans wanted to know exactly what he was going to ask when it came time for him to ask questions. He looked towards the Hat, ready to follow him on the tour. Who knows, maybe he'd have a chance to suss out some more information from him as they walked. That, and getting know his new peers would be nice.

Bartholomew Rosecliff

Location: Room 101

Bartholomew nodded along carefully as Evelina spoke. So far, these were all things he'd heard from Alicia, that this lady was responsible for their death by some, at least to Bart, incomprehensible means. She also insisted that she was over two thousand years old, which made Bart gawk at her with a look of disbelief and shock. His preconceptions about the possible and impossible seemed to be under constant assault today. He did the only thing he could do, and roll with the punches. Bart took care to match the gaze of Miss Lucas when it landed squarely on him, and tried to keep a neutral, if puzzled, look on his face. He felt some kind of ...fear? No, that wasn't the word. Respect, the more he looked at her. Whatever was going on here, she not only believed to to be totally true, but she took personal responsibility in it.

He was quite intrigued when she said that she was directly responsible for bringing them all back to life. Of course, his head was immediately flooded with questions of why him, out of the countless people that must exist between the apparently multiple time lines. What made him special, entitled to a second chance? These questions were about to break through, and ring out to her, as she shot down any hope of him getting an answer. This made him angry, not because his curiosity was denied, but because she apparently either didn't care, or see how her choice to bring him back to life was very intimately his business.

As she went on about the rules and benefits of their new life, Bart found this anger in him building. He gritted his teeth as he was reminded that he could never return home to his old life. He averted his eyes when she spoke of how torturous it would be to his loved ones to do that to them. As much as he wanted to go back, he understood the world wasn't ready for people returning from the dead. The last time that apparently happened, a worldwide religion started. That thought almost distracted him for a second and made him pause, but he shook it off, knowing it wasn't the time. He didn't allow himself to be distracted by talk of how he wouldn't have to age or get sick any more, though that sounded great. He was just so angry that Evelina thought it was at all okay not to share her reasoning for making him alive, and putting him here. He wanted to call her out on this, and was about to, when she shifted the conversation to "abilities" and called up Gilbert for some kind of demonstration. Taking one look over at him, he lost his nerve. He didn't want to piss off this man, and decided he would need to settle for the tactful option, and wait his turn to question her on this.

Bartholomew Rosecliff

Location: Outside room 107 -> Room 101

Bart smiled back at the large man, waving his hand nervously as he did so. He didn't say anything yet, instead closely paying attention to the people around him, trying to get a bead on who exactly each of them were. He followed them into the sitting room slowly, a little shaky as he did so. He normally wouldn't ever be this standoffish, and he was sure he'd get better with time, but God, this transition was as abrupt as could be, and he just wasn't ready to be social yet. He placed his hands at his sides, and drummed lightly on his calf, when a woman said his name.

His head snapped towards her, temporarily surprised by the fact that she knew his name, but reasoned that, given a room had been prepared for him, and they seemed to somewhat be expecting his arrival, them knowing who he was was the least surprising thing that had happened to him today. He cleared his throat and hurried forward to a seat. He kept his eyes on the lady as she introduced herself as The Dice. He recalled Alicia describing The Dice before, and he was quite intrigued by what he heard. She would be of particular interest to him, since her existence meant randomness was, well, real, if he was to believe Alicia. His eyes trailed for a moment onto The Hat as Eve introduced him, who was apparently the giant who led them in here.

There was a lot to unpack in that short introduction. The Hat, or Gilbert as he was apparently also called, was some kind of warrior from how Bart understood it. That of course, lead him to the question, why did they need a warrior, to the point of introducing him as such? This worried a part of Bartholomew, since he personally was by no means a fighter, and was concerned that this could somehow mean they expected him to fight for them in some capacity. If anything, he preferred to do work from the side lines, but even then, he didn't want to hurt anybody. He packed these feelings away momentarily, deciding to hear her out these "Emendators" completely before jumping into questions or objections. Bart returned his gaze to Miss Lucas, and gave her a nod when she asked if they were ready to get some answers. The only thing he wished for now, was pen and paper to take notes, but he was fine with committing things to memory if he had to.

Adalene Jones

Location: Apartment, New York, New York
Interacting With: N/A
Abilities being used: Fire Manipulation

Adalene marveled a little at the flame in her hand, moving her hand around and playing around with it. She was briefly reminded of her parents endless warnings as a child, telling her not to play with fire, as this was kind of literally what she was doing now. He cautiously took her other hand and dipped it in the fire, feeling a pleasant heat radiate through her fingers. "This is so cool..." She breathed to herself. Dangerous, but still cool. Ideas ran through her head, how she could blend something like this with her fighting style, she'd always be able to defend herself, at least against normal people.

That last idea clinched in her head a bit. If she could so things like this, it wasn't a leap in logic to think other people could too. Especially given the way that girl died in her dream, if that actually happened, it confirmed she wasn't alone. Still, fire was hot and powerful and destructive. She could handle herself in a fight, so even if she ever rand into somebody with... super powers for lack of a better word, then she still had an upper hand.

She was lost in her thought in this, but her concentration broke, however, when she noticed a girl in her kitchen. She immediately put her flaming hand forward, shocked and startled by the intruder. She seemed alarmed at the Adalene's fiery hand, which Adalene decided to leverage to her advantage. "You should be less concerned about my hand, and more worried about explaining why you're in my apartment." She said, her voice cold and threatening. "Or get out. That works too." She slowly started to walk forward, her hand that was currently on fire held out towards the intruder.

Bartholomew Rosecliff

Location: Room 207 -> Outside room 107

As Bart buried his face deeper into the pillow, he took a deep breath, and gave a long slow exhale into the fabric. He swallowed hard, and and flipped over, staring up at the ceiling. His face was red and puffy, feeling as frustrated as he was lost. He gave one last punch on to the bed, and then forced himself to exercise a modicum of self control. If there was ever a time not to freak out and keep emotions from running wild, it was now. Was he still upset? Scared? Hell yeah. But if he let that rule, he wouldn't get anywhere.

Two options seemed to occur to him. Either nothing's real any more, and everything he ever thought about the world was totally wrong, or he was batshit insane. Entertaining the second option, regardless of it's validity, wouldn't get him anywhere. If he was legitimately this crazy, he reasoned, there was no recovery. "Alright then, fuck it, why not?." He said, exasperated. Nothing fucking mattered any more if he couldn't trust his own perceptions, on the other hand, things still got to have meaning if he could.

On that note, he decided to use his perceptions, and examine the room around him. Firstly, the messenger bag he knocked off his bed when he entered. He rolled around, back onto his stomach, and peered down at it. It seemed to be a nice, leather bag, something he'd never have bought for himself, but was certainly to his liking. He reached down, and brought it up to the bed, reorienting himself to be sitting cross legged on the bed. He quickly opened it, confirming it was empty. He gave it a quick pat, as something much, much more exciting crossed his eye. His face broke out into a grin, as he sprang to his feet, and rushed over to the cabinet across from the bed. He peered down at a neat stack of books, and grabbed one at random, peering down at a pristine copy of The Great Gatsby. He held it close to his chest, this was one of his absolute favorite books. He gripped it in both hands, and patted it neatly on the cover, before gently placing it back on the pile.

This made him so happy, books had always been a retreat for him in life, and having these with him would surely grant him days upon weeks of enjoyment. He'd have to organize this collection, but that wouldn't be hard at all, in fact, he'd probably enjoy doing it. He gave a quick glance back at the messenger bag, and put two and two together, his smiling managing to widen even more, even giving a slightly giddy laugh. It did confuse and worry him, however, how exactly they knew so much about him, and what they knew about him. If they knew what he liked and loved so well, did they know what he despised? What he feared? That didn't sit too well with him at all. Even if they gave him nice things, he needed to tread carefully.

With this, he decided getting to know his new... housemates? That was a good word. He turned back to the door,left his room and, perhaps with the tiniest bit of trepidation, edged down the stairs. Making his way, he overheard a voice mention moving to the sitting room, wherever that it. He quietly tilted his head over to the hulk of man who suggested that, and the group forming around him. Bart felt a little awkward at the idea of joining them, but he had no idea where anything really was, and the man did seem to imply he was open to answering questions, which he was positively bubbling with. Alicia had given him a quick run down of what was where here, but he couldn't remember much of that. He tried to assimilate himself into the party, stepping off the last of the stairs, and, with a unsure look on his face, leaned against a wall, ready to follow them and see what he could find out.

Adalene Jones

Location: Apartment, New York, New York
Interacting With: N/A
Abilities being used: Fire Manipulation

Adalene rested a piece of bread lightly into a sizzling hot pan, making a quick lunch for herself. This was her interim week, right
between classes starting back up, and her summer job coming to an end. She piled on a couple of slices of cheese and a topping piece of bread, and set it to cover for a minute. She leaned back against the counter behind her, and looked up at the ceiling pensively. It had been two months since she burned Caitlyn's apartment to the ground, and they'd barely talked since. Things like accidental arson tended to do that, especially when they went completely unexplained. Curiously, she looked at her stove top. She'd made a few more fires since the incident, much more controlled ones, but fires none the less. The thing was though, none of them burned her. She crept towards the pan she was cooking pan, and paused for a second, considering what she was about to do. It went against all instinct she had, but still, she had to know. She lightly poked her finger into the pan, and quickly pulled it out, a small "Eek!" Escaping her lips. She stuck her finger in her mouth, nursing the burn. While she was doing this, she froze, as she heard her TV in the background. Her head snapped, and she skittered to the other room.

By the time she reached the TV however, the news had switched to the next story. "What the fuck...?" She asked herself. What she overhead sounded eerily similar to her dream. She didn't want to, no couldn't, entertain the thought that that had actually happened. She massaged her temples with her free hand, and then quickly remembered her sandwich, and rushed back to the kitchen to flip it. Unfortunately for her though, it had burned slightly. Frowning, she stepped over to the sink, and started to run cold water over her finger, hoping to get the burn treated enough before it set. Her mind went back to her dream from last night. It was far from typical for her to say the least. She shuttered a bit, remembering the sight of the girls head splitting open, and even more so at the figure looking directly at her. She withdrew her hand, and exhaled heavily. "I gotta figure out what's going on." She said to herself, determination in her voice.

She walked back over to the oven, and turned off the heat, removing her sandwich from the pan and onto a plate. She, however, wasn't feeling especially hungry at the moment. She glanced down at her hands pensively, and made a decision. If there was even a chance her dream really happened, she needed to be ready. She needed to be able to protect herself. Adalene was never the type to let herself be vulnerable, and that wasn't gonna change anytime soon. She brought her fist up to eye level, her thumb between her palm and digits, and focused on the fear she got when the man from her dream seemed to look at her. She flicked her thumb against the inside of her fingers, like striking a match, and turned her palms up to the sky, trying to make a flame appear in her hands.

Bartholomew & Alicia

Location: Oak Tree -> Main House (Second Story)
Alicia: Empathy, Psychology

Location: Tree -> Room 207
Bartholomew: None

Bartholomew tumbled to the ground, still in shock from his death. A yell escaped from his lips, before he realized not only was he not in any kind of pain, grass was beneath him, not concrete. He opened his eyes, and snapped his head up towards the voice that addressed him. Confusion struck him, nothing making any kind of sense. He should be dead, or otherwise totally crippled. He quickly rested a hand on his face, and ran it down, feeling for any kind of residual damage from the accident, but not finding anything. "I'm... fine?" He said, awestruck.

Crossing her arms and tucking the clipboard at her side, Alicia simply nodded with a small smile on her lips. She could understand the reaction. She nearly said the same thing when she arrived after the death she had had, which was nearly as horrific as his read, but she was much more colorful in her vocabulary choices.

Then was the matter of what she said, telling him the accident definitely actually happened. That let him piece it all together, and his eyes widened as he did."No... I..." He choked out. The only reasonable conclusion was that he was dead. He took a shaky breath, and gave a concerned look to the girl in front of him, not bothering to stand up. "So... which one was right?" He asked helplessly, referring to the religions of the world. "Please don't tell me it was the Christians, I don't wanna go to hell." He almost whimpered out.

Laughing slightly she squatted down next to him and shrugged. "No fucking clue. You were stopped before you could find out. Welcome to Ville au Camp, I'm Alicia and..." she said and stopped for a second as she pondered. Could she really call him a bitch? Why not, girls got called dudes all the time and he did have a pretty head of hair. "Bitch, you're dead." She actually felt a bit proud of herself she wasn't letting this break her streak. Granted, she hadn't with James but that was James. That was someone she knew.

Bart cocked his head at her. He was stopped before he got to... the afterlife? But he was still dead. "Bartholomew, and well... I put that much together." He said, his voice steadying as he slowly pushed himself off the ground, keeping his eyes on her. "No surviving what happened to me, but none of this really makes any sense." He bit the inside of this lip, and took a glance around his surroundings, taking it all in. "How is this possible? Does this mean I'm some kind of soul? My body's gone, right? Or is this my same body from before, just restored?" He launched into questions, breaking his gaze away from her, peering over his new clothes that he'd finally noticed. He glanced over the watch, which he noted to be rather high quality. As he did, he kept on pushing with questions "Or is this just temporary?" He pondered, speaking more to himself than Alicia at this point, but still periodically glancing back at her. "Like a purgatory?" He was relatively familiar with religious texts, and plenty had some kind of limbo, so that could make sense. "And then the biggest question... Why me? Does this happen to everyone, or am I something special?" His eyes lighting up a bit with that last question.

Alicia cocked a brow slightly, this kid seemed to be rambling. Maybe that was just his way with dealing with the shock, maybe he was just a motor mouth. Lady Lucas didn't really give her any word on who she was bringing back, what they would be like, or even why. The names appeared, where they were coming from, how they died, and a few other things. Nothing really substantial in the greater scheme. Clearing her throat she half tapped the clipboard under her arm and really wished she had some gum right then. It would have been the perfect time to pop a bubble. "Take a breath gringo. Gonna go down those real fast. No idea how it's possible, The Dice really doesn't talk about the logistics and explain how she does shit. You aren't a soul, you are living and breathing. This isn't exactly living again but it isn't limbo. It is Louisiana, 1943. Wrap your head around that. It isn't permanent and you can die again. You can't go back to where you were, ever. Nothing religious going on here. And as far as being special, well Eve chose you to live after she caused you to die but you ain't no Jesus so don't grow a Messiah complex or you gonna probably just gonna get all types of trouble," she said before motioning towards the house.

"Come on Bart, I'll show you your room and you can then go meet the others," she added with a chuckle. Oh James was going to have fun with this one. They both would probably chew her ears off asking questions. Alicia wasn't the inquisitive type, she was actually a person of faith so she took things at face value and never really bothered to ask how any of it was possible. To her that would be like asking which God was the right God and why the world was born with assholes. It was better just to roll with it, rollability!

Bart's head spun with those answers, completely thrown for a loop. All he was being told went against everything he'd not only believed most of his life, but was almost diametrically opposed to the fundamentals of his understanding of the world. Because of this, while he heard a lot of what Alicia said, he didn't really internalize it. To him, it simply wasn't possible, how in the world could dying have put him in 1943, thousands of miles away?. He didn't have much else to go off of at this point though, so he decided to roll with it.

One thing really didn't sit well with him though, and as he followed, he cleared his throat, and uncomfortably said , "That last thing... this Eve, she caused my death? What do you mean by that?" That just seemed to be nonsense, nobody could have caused that, there were too many variables. This woman sounded crazy, and at this point, it almost seemed more likely that his death was some kind of mind control or fever dream or almost anything else than the things that were being said to him. Maybe that means this Eve somehow orchestrated him believing he was dead. After all, he felt totally alive right now. "You get that what you're saying is borderline insane, right?"

"Says the man that was just gutted by a fire hydrant in the middle of Justice and is walking around talking as if he's been out picking daisies all day," Alicia quipped as she walked passed Sophia and James as they were coming out but ignored them for now other than a head nod in their general direction. It wasn't the time to split up the conversation. Heading up the stairs she glanced back over her shoulder towards Bart. "Those two are from an entirely different time line than you, fucking nasty one too," she added before putting her attention back to the stairs that led to the room assignment board. "First thing you need to learn about here is that a lot is possible. Like Eve causing your death. She didn't chose to cause it, she just does. It's her thing, Emendators are like that. She's The Dice, she makes shit happen randomly and from what I read your death is about as random as they get. Granted you probably would have died from food poisoning. Who the fuck eats from a Sushi Cart in the Deadlight District? Oh well, least the cat wasn't hit," she added as she ran her finger over the chart to find Barts name.

Bart involuntarily flinched for a moment at the mention of just how he died, but nodded. "Okay okay, you have a point there, nothing's really making sense today." He conceded, and raised his eyes in surprise at the mention of alternate time lines, but latched on more to the mention of the Emendators, and said, "So she can just... make things happen? I think I may be in a little over my head here..."

"More like she is Lady Luck and when someone hits snake eyes, death makes a visit," Alicia said and then chuckled a bit. "Funny Lady Lucas is ever the lady."

Bart had to meet this Eve at some point and find out exactly how she worked. It sounded incredibly interesting, and something he was excited to explore. He did perk up at the mention of his cat though, "Lucky is okay then?" He asked, genuinely happy to hear that.

"Yup, cats just fine. Cats tend to be survivors even if their owners aren't," the Mexican woman quipped as she got the number for their newest additions room.

"I really wish I could've had more time with him." He noticed that she seemed to know Justice pretty well, and decided to ask, "So... you've been to Justice I take it?" This girl seemed to know a lot about here, and getting to know her would probably be good for him. "I had just moved in... I really didn't know too much about the city." He explained.

"Fuck, lived there, worked there, was murdered there," she said as she made her way up the short stairs to the gallery that connected where they were to the closest wing of the house. It went over the passage below that connected to Sophias room a floor below. "Okay this my room, yours is right next store," she said as she started to head that way but then felt the clipboard jostle some. Glancing down she grumbled a bit before looking back at Bart.

"Shit, new comer about to arrive. Okay, that is your room, 207. Should be set up for you. Gilbert does a pretty good job of setting new folk up. Make yourself at home. Bathroom is around there, over the front upper porch and on the other side. Kitchen house is out back on the other side of the oak tree, library and study is downstairs, keys in the lock," she said before turning and starting to walk off. Last thing she needed was to let someone arrive with no one to welcome them.

Bart waved goodbye as she quickly walked off, and turned his attention to the door. He didn't know much off the top of his head about 1940's plumbing and architecture, so a part of him wondered if they'd have hot running water. Things like that really did concern him, the past was missing a lot of things, like T.V, or the internet, which always made it kind of suck in his eyes. The future just seemed to , as a rule of thumb, be better than the past. He shrugged, and took the key, resting his hand on the knob to open the door.

"Ow ow ow ow shit fuck." Were the words that immediately slipped from his lips as Bart ripped his hand back to his chest. The second he had tried to open the door, a mild electric shock coursed through his hand. He frowned at the door, and slipped his key into his pocket. He looked up and down at the door, unable to figure out what was causing it. He gave an irritated sigh, and lightly poked the handle again, only to still find it shocking him. He squinted his eyes together, and rolled up his sleeves over his hands, trying to fiddle with it and open it without actually touching it and shocking himself. After a few moments, he managed to twist it, and pushed his way into the room, stumbling a little on his way through.

Once he finally made his way into his new room, his eyes rested on the bed in front of him. There was a messenger bag resting on it, and normally he'd rush to open it up, but at this point, he was mentally exhausted. Between dying, coming back to "life", his entire world being turned on it's head, and now him having to put up with his door electrocuting him, he was fresh out of fucks to give. He staggered towards the bed, not even bothering to close the door, and collapsed on the mattress, shutting his eyes tightly. Now that he was alone, all of his feelings were starting to crash over him. Tears welled out of his eyes, lightly staining the pillow his face was resting on. He was dead, and just... as bad as it could have been, there was no way he could go back. He'd never said goodbye to anybody, and the people who cared about him wouldn't hear of his death from quite some time. He had no real idea why he was here, and he just felt lost, and alone, and honestly scared. He pushed the bag off the bed, and curled up into himself.
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