Natsu

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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Bartholomew Rosecliff

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Location: Near Water
Skills:N/A

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Bart noted mentally how Libby spoke instead of the washing women. Apparently, they either were unwilling to speak, or were under some kind of direction not to. He took a look at Faith, and said, "We don't mind going with you, I don't think. Nice to meet you Lib." He was glad these people ere civil, to the point of being downright friendly. He then launched into a question, "So, you guys have to travel far to get here?" He figured that was indirect enough to the point that they might get some semblance of an answer to one of his biggest outstanding questions; How on Earth did these people actually get the the camp in the first place?

He was no expert in the time loop by any means, but he assumed it afforded them some measure of protection from visitors. His best guess was they had some sort of temporal abilities akin to the Watch's. He'd hold for Faith if she had any other questions she wanted to ask, since she decided to approach these people in the first place. He knew it wouldn't be wise to go for a question as direct as why they were here. While that might be reasonable in other circumstances, they'd already given them a clock on getting an answer to that question, and trying to push ahead of it would surely only be perceived as rude, and put them on poor terms.

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

Arthur Stanford

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To say that this was by far the least expected outcome would be the understatement of the millennium. He took a shaky step backwards, and didn't have anything to say as the students morphed into one eyed monsters the likes of which he assumed were fundamentally impossible. He placed a hand over his mouth, concerned for a moment that he may be driven to throw up in revulsion. One thought racked his consciousness, and that was survive. He barely could even process that Hedge was somehow protecting them against these things, only that he knew that staying close to him was the best way to not quickly become a corpse.

Ash had apparently opted for insanity, and decided to yell at the beasts. "Leave them alone, we need to get out of here." He said, his voice soft and his voice cracking a bit. Arthur wasn't a coward, but he was a pragmatist, and yelling at the beasts would serve him no purpose. He knew that he couldn't scare something like this, so it wasn't even worth trying. The mark of a true strategists is knowing when to to retreat, and by the gods if this wasn't the time. He got closer to hedge, ready to follow him wherever he wanted to take them.

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Miss Creme

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Location: Lunar Ballroom
Skills: N/A
Hit Points: 3
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She nodded, noting that his name, in all probability, was not actually Maestro. That was interesting, so perhaps all guests were given some kind of nickname. If that was the case, she had to wonder about what was special about this group of early arrivals. She smiled back at the man though, "Oh, I didn't realize you knew her, she seems nice." While the woman had left shortly after speaking with Creme, it wasn't in her nature to harbor any kind of ill thoughts of a person for long. Though, with the way the night was going, she considered that that might be challenged.

She thought for a moment about how to articulate a response to the mans question, "Well, it's some kind of Gala isn't it?" Surely, she didn't know much of what tonight actually had in store, but that was the best she could assume. Guests and food and entertainers, all those things sounded like that kind of event to her. She hoped the man would correct her if she was wrong, he seemed to be a nice enough person, so she assumed he would. She was about to ask about what kind of performances they did, but she opted to hold her tongue, hoping to illicit some kind of response about her presumption.

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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Bartholomew Rosecliff

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Location: Towards Carnival Set-up (Main Road) -> Near Water
Skills:N/A

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Bart kept up pace with Faith. He frowned and moved his head from side to side in thought. "Wasn't quite my line of thinking." He explained, "Golgotha and co. are obviously pretty powerful. If we upset them significantly, perhaps Eve had to leave to make reparations." Eve leaving just because they messed up wouldn't make much sense, but he could see a logical chain of events that involved her making amends by going on some kind of mission for them. Maybe it was out of some kind of care for the two of them that she hadn't told anybody of this, not wanting to color the opinions of them to the rest of the group. "They don't seem like the type of people who'd you want to be on the bad side of."

Surprised when Faith took initiative to talk to one of the girls, he turned on the spot, and followed her back. He waved along with Faith's introduction. He wouldn't launch into questions, not wanting to scare them. He simple smiled at Faith's words and waved, "Nice to meet you, formally that is." He knew he'd seen her when she came through the house. People who walked through the camp singing was an odd sight to be sure, but these were carnies, of some form or another anyway, so he figured that was to be expected to a degree. He knew there was, in all probability, something off about this group as a whole though, so they still deserved plenty of scrutiny, even with his current thoughts on why they might be here.

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Miss Creme

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Location: Lunar Ballroom
Skills: N/A
Hit Points: 3
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Creme nodded up at him, before standing ,"Does your group need the piano?" She asked, taking a small step back from it. She didn't want to keep anybody from using it, and she could always find somewhere else to step away to. She then asked, "Do you play at many events like this?" She asked curiously. She didn't think she'd ever met a professional musician before, so she was curious what that was like, if he was one. She assumed it involved a bit of travel, and that was certainly something she wanted to learn more about. She smiled eagerly up at him, looking forward to how he would respond.

She then remembered, "Oh dear, I forgot to introduce myself." She said, her face going red for a moment. "I'm to be called Miss Creme." She said, a part of her wondering how he would react to that. Were they all expected to have names like this? Or only the "Fake guests." She lacked a good name for the mish-mash of people who arrived early, so she settled on that for an internal title at least. "And you are?" she finished. If she got an actual name, that might clear some of her confusion, she thought. If she did get some title from the man, she figured that, in the best case, the lord might just be eccentric, and wanted all of his guests to keep up an air of mystery.

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

Arthur Stanford

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Arthur glared over towards Roman, making note that he'd have to get back at him later. Mona, however, apparently had very different plans, as she acted rashly to say the least. He appreciated Mona, but he felt as if her particular method of doing things lacked finesse, to put it kindly. He looked away as she smacked into the window, allowing himself a small smile. Say what you want about Mona, but she was effective, and good at sending a message. He was a bit worried about the ensuring rage that was sure to come, but he was certain he could brave it.

Clearing his throat, he quietly said ,"Thank you Mona." Before standing, and walking towards the door. Stepping over the bat, he crossed into the now opened door. He simply smiled at Roman, before saying, "That was quite funny, I'm sure I'll be having a laugh later as well." Keeping a good distance between the two of them, he turned back and waited to see the undoubted fury that was soon to come from the beast that is Coach Hedge. He worried about what was about to happen to Mona, but worst case scenario, she was expelled, and if that was the way to get out of here, it'd be hard to keep a bat out of Arthur's hands.

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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Bartholomew Rosecliff

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Location: Peter's Grave -> Towards Carnival Set-up (Main Road)
Skills:N/A

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Bart followed along side Faith, and shrugged a little bit, "Eh, Sophia's here for surveillance, if anything major happens, she should be able to hear it." He said. Of course, he had no way to know what kind of range Sophia had, but all he had was that hope. "We're all good at different things, you know?" This was something he'd considered himself a fair bit, especially in his training with Faith. Before he came here, he was so, unbelievably outclassed by everybody else. These days, he didn't know how true that was, but one thing he really had to come to terms with was that their separate skill sets weren't a bad thing, but were instead a strength.

Walking down the road, he turned his head to Faith, measuring his next words carefully. He opened his mouth a few times, trying to get the next few words out, but found it difficult. Exhaling, he finally said quietly. "Do you think Eve is gone because of us?" He asked, rubbing his arm uncomfortably. He knew it was probably just paranoia, but that didn't stop the feeling. If there was even the smallest chance that this was somehow caused by their behavior around Golgotha and company, he didn't know how he'd be able to face the others. He hoped Faith would be able to shake this feeling from him, one way or another.

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Miss Creme

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Location: Lunar Ballroom
Skills: N/A
Hit Points: 3
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Creme looked up in shock at the piecing scream. She covered her mouth, concealing a frown that was contorting on her face. That was harrowing for sure, but wouldn't be rushing towards the danger. She'd just be in the way if she tried. Staying here would be better for her, and everybody involved for sure. As she stayed put in her seat at the piano, she turned her head towards the man addressing her, a bit surprised that somebody had decided to take notice of her. She cleared her throat and smiled, "Well, it's been an experience." She said sweetly. Those are the kindest words she could muster about the way the night had been going.

She extended gave a curtsy and introduced herself, "Miss Creme." She said lightly, before smiling at the man before her. "And how, may I ask, are you?" She asked him. She recognized that he was part of the four unmasked men, which make her wonder if she'd end up finding out about why they were here. They seemed to have been mostly floating about from her brief experience with them, but surely they had some real purpose for being around. She did take her seat again, not wanting to continue the conversation standing

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

Arthur Stanford

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Arthur allowed himself a smile as Roman walked off. For a moment, he was worried that it may turn physical, but apparently Roman knew better than to needlessly attack him. Directing his attention back towards Mona, he gestured his head back towards him, quietly saying, "Not exactly what I'd call a gentleman." He sat down for a moment, laying the food down in front of him, and started to pick at it, working his way up to choking down the food. He did despise that some men could be like Roman, and he knew that, at some point, he'd be back to bother her again, and that there was nothing he could do at that.

That seemed to be the central theme of this place; Futility. He couldn't do anything to get himself out of this place, he couldn't do anything about the food, or anything about detestable men like Roman. He figured that this was how prisons broke their inmates, which said worrying things about his current situation. He did consider that he might be feeling a tinge dramatic, but it nevertheless furthered his disgust for this institution. Shoving the first spoonful oh his food into his mouth, he swallowed hard and said ,"Of course, if you'd prefer to have lunch by yourself, I'll put myself elsewhere." He didn't expect her to take him up on that offer, but he felt like he should still put it out there.

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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Bartholomew Rosecliff

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Location: Peter's Grave
Skills:N/A

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Bart smiled, glad to see she agreed with him. He weighed the options in front of him for a moment/ He wanted to check out the women for sure, but who knows who they might be at this point? They didn't rightly have time to search around the camp for them, whereas he reasoned it was a pretty fair guess that either Ben or this so called Management would be near the Circus set up. Additionally, he wagered that they'd eventually make their way back there anyway. Given all that, he felt comfortable with saying they should make their way back towards the carnival set up.

"Let's see if Ben isn't back at the set up." He offered, "Only thing I would be a little concerned about it the fact that we'd be leaving the grave unguarded," He said, his tone even as he elaborated, "If they do have some nefarious intent for the grave, we'd be practically letting them at it." He didn't see this as too much of a risk, but he thought it best to point out. "That said, we should know when they start heading back here, assuming they take the main road. We'll either intersect with them on the way back, or we'll see them leave once we get to the set up." Taking a few steps back towards the road, he waited for Faith's response, ready to go with her if she was on the same page as him.