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Bartholomew Rosecliff


Location: Sitting Room
Skills:N/A



As Siduri walked out the door, Bartholomew pursed his lips. It seemed as if they'd reached the extent of help from the two of them that they'd be getting. The sentiment of them hearing, but not listening was worrisome, it meant that they though they'd missed some key point, but it seemed they weren't willing to reiterate or explain any further. The only thing he could possibly pull from their words was that they should somehow throw caution to the wind and dive in head first to save Eve. He could only assume something like that would impose massive risk, and would almost certainly result in disaster.

Looking between the present Emendators for their reactions, he hoped they'd had some clearer understanding into her intentions. He had no idea how to properly react to, or deal with this. His first impulse was to step after her and demand further explanation, but that sounded like a plan that could only end poorly. Reminded of what Alicia had told them not so long ago, he knew that, as seemed to be the default lately, he was out of his depth, and was to act as a subordinate to the Emendators. Let them decide how they'd react to this, and go along with it. That sounded like a far safer idea that might actually get them a little more help.
Arthur Stanford






Hopping into the chariot with Zek, he couldn't help but rub his temples as Athanasia hopped into questioning. He cleared his throat and said after her," Arthur Stanford, co-president of the hell raising committee." He said, coyly smiling at his friend. He wouldn't be bombarding them with any questions, though he was full of them. Get to safety, then he could start to ask some clarifying questions. Granted, he may need a few less of those in light of the answers to Athanasia's questions.

He looked at the chariot in a bit of surprise. He got the theming for sure, but he couldn't help but think that there must be more practical design choices than those invented thousands of years ago. He supposed he wasn't to judge though, he was certainly in the dark on quite a few things, between the existence of gods and flying horses. Smiling at Athanasia, he made a calm down motion with his hands, "Let's get to safety first, then we can ask every question we can think of." He wouldn't feel safe and happy until they were far away from this prison of a school.


Bartholomew Rosecliff


Location: Sitting Room
Skills:N/A


Bartholomew kept his eyes locked on Gio as he spoke, admittedly wanting and answer on the existence of dragons, and being a bit disappointed when he never got one. Running over Gio's question in his head, he did take a moment to consider his options. The unknown of death, or the mountain of preventing the End of Days. In his eyes, there were two main points driving his ultimate decision. For one, if he failed, he'd end up dying anyway, and two, it was just the right thing to do. He couldn't sit idly by and let everything end, not when he was in a privileged position to actually do something about it. This was a greater calling for him, something he'd needed for awhile.

"Of course I'm in, no matter the odds, we have to at least give it a go." He responded, crossing his arms. He'd fight, and he might die, that was a new thing he'd have to internalize, and even after accepting this responsibility, it still seemed distant in a way. Acceptance of the difficulty of the situation wasn't defeatist in his eyes, it was key to them having a chance for success. The weight of the consequences of their failures demanded that; that they understand that they'd have to give everything to make it through and have a chance of preventing to End of Days. That was how he saw it, anyway.
Arthur Stanford






As the heroes arrived, and started fighting off the monster for them, Arthur felt himself finally start to relax a bit. These people would keep them safe, but then what? They were to go to this camp, and then they'd be safe? This seemed like the start of a story, not the end of one, and with that always came a certain bit of uncertainty. His life would be different from here on out, that's for sure. These people seemed to treat fighting these monsters as an everyday occurrence, meaning that their lives compared to his, must be insane.

Arthur turned and smiled coyly at Athanasia, "While I'm sure they'd appreciate the gesture, something tells me your parasol wouldn't be nearly as effective as their arrows." He said, as they continued to close the distance between themselves and their saviors. He had questions, and he expected answers soon, even if he knew he had to keep his mouth shut to stay alive for now. He figured that, no matter what might come, this new life might not be that bad, since he was lucky enough to be pretty good friends already with the people who'd be joining him.


Bartholomew Rosecliff


Location: Sitting Room
Skills:N/A


Bart's face fell at that. Eve had told them when they had first came that they'd had the option to opt out, he just never though any of them would take it this late in their training. He wasn't going to cry about it or anything, but that made him feel pretty crappy. He had though there was a bit of hope for her after they looked over their reports together, but, apparently she hadn't. It was a shame, she was his only friend here that he wasn't Stockholmed into liking. Not that he didn't like Faith, but it looked like she'd be going away for awhile. He supposed it would give him a chance to bond with the other Paradoxes more.

"That's unfortunate." He said quietly, but tried not to dwell on it more in the moment. He turned his attention to Gil, and processed what he had to say. From the sound of the current plan, they might all be going out on their own kind of training. This would probably be good for him, he could use time on his own to reflect on the current course of events. Furthermore, he would like refinement of his powers, though the implications of doing so was a little worrying to him. It meant either a lot of blood, or a lot of him mucking about in people's heads, and getting willing participants to that didn't sound easy.
Arthur Stanford






Arthur ran along with Athanasia, as it seemed they were finally getting a break. Their friends had gotten over the window, and the path was clear ahead. That was, until the wall came crashing down. As he was pulled forward, he was surprised by just how tightly she could pull him. "Don't look back just keep going running forward." These creatures had to be incredibly strong to be able to do that, far stronger than any human. If this was average for the things that wanted them dead, it was a miracle that they'd lived this long.

Then he saw the flying horse. If he weren't in fear for his life, he might stop and stare, but he just made a sound similar to Athanasia, though not quite as squealish "Wooah." This seemed totally unreal. He tugged on Athanasia's hand though, saying "Don't stop, they're still behind us!" He tried pulling her forward, looking nervously behind them. "We gotta keep moving, okay?"


Bartholomew Rosecliff


Location: Sitting Room
Skills:N/A



Bart blinked at Siduri's comment on Alexandra. That concerned him, and he piped up, "I'm sorry, what do you mean, "opted out""? He asked. That didn't make sense to him. He knew things were difficult for her recently, but even if she could, he never thought she would leave. He knew there were probably more important things to worry about, the end times being apparently around the corner, and Faith needing to throw herself into the "in-between" to stop Eve from becoming a "Destruere", but she was his friend. He needed to know what had happened, or at least, know that Alexandra was safe. His gaze lingered on Siduri for a moment as he waited for a response.

Faith needed him now to though. He aligned himself next to her, and met her gaze. He needed to be concerned with what was in front of him, that was the only way to manage this many problem. He knew that she probably wouldn't say it, but she needed him. He figured it couldn't hurt to ask, so he said, "Would she have to go alone? Could some of us maybe accompany her?" It'd probably be dangerous as all hell, but the idea of her handling something like this on her own didn't sit well with him. Even if she had to go alone, he was sure there'd be a lot to do in light of this new information. He just wanted to be able to help in any way he could, and protect what had been put in front of him.
Arthur Stanford






As he was hoisted out the Window, Arthur briefly considered protesting, but opted not to. The sooner he was away from these monsters, the better, and he honestly didn't believe he had a good chance of being useful in this fight. Landing on the ground outside the shed, he looked above him, waiting for them to join him. Getting separated now wouldn't help them, but he felt anxious standing around and waiting with the Cyclopes around. He leaned against the back of the shed, keeping the path clear for the next person who'd come down.

Once Athanasia grabbed his hand, he looked nervously behind then, before nodding. "Let's go." He said. They had to assume the rest would make it out fine, and get away from the monsters while they could. She brought a good point, and said ,"Maybe they just haven't awakened yet? I don't know..." He trailed off. Hedge had mentioned that their godly parents had to claim them, maybe they wouldn't have anything special about them until they did. "Let's just get away, and worry about that later." He said quietly.


Bartholomew Rosecliff


Location: Carnival Grounds -> Sitting Room
Skills:N/A



At first, Bart started to smile at what he thought was going to be a compliment from this most ancient of beings, but he had to keep his face from souring at her dissection of his motives for questioning. Sure, he had a bit of pride about himself, and he wanted to impress people, but that didn't make him selfish for asking an important question, did it? Her words left him uncomfortable, and in a kind of introspection that seemed ill placed at the time. While this was surely somebody of great wisdom, he didn't have the time to do the mental gymnastics to properly process what had been dispensed at him.

Walking along to the sitting room, he decided instead to listen along to the discussion of the End of Times, as Siduri put it. Most interesting, he thought, was Faith's question about the impact such a thing would have in the context of multiple timelines. He assumed the Destruere would have something to do with it, which, given his understanding, would have multiple timeline ramifications. However, he decided, given how Siduri last responded to him, he would keep quiet, and trust the Emendators and his fellow Paradoxes to ask the proper questions surrounding this topic. He also looked forward to a potential explanation of what she meant by Faith having some potential ability to locate Eve. He had no idea how something like that would happen, but there were obviously mechanics of this universe he was unfamiliar with.
Melody Winters



Melody squealed with glee as the treant picked her up. She kicked her legs off the ground, and looked down at Poly, finally being able to see above other people's heads. This was a new feeling for her! "Thank you so much! You know, nobody every picks me up, it's so mean!" She said and before Violet grabbed her attention for but a moment, "There are so many things I wanna know! How often do you get mistaken for trees? How old are you? How old do you live to be? Oh did you-" Melody stopped for a brief moment to draw breath, quite literally running herself ragged, "Did you know Headmaster when he was a student?" She ceaselessly barraged the treants with questions.

Melody looked down at Polyanna with a giggle. "I'm sorry Polyanna, but how could you not be excited?" She chirped. It was a brand new school year after all, "Besides, I'm never calm." She did consider the option for new classes though. She'd love to actually learn a thing or two this semester, and there would always be time to run around the grounds. "Thanks for letting us know though! You're as sweet as your candy!" She punned, laughing after. She looked back at the treant, and gestured downwards, "I need to go back down, now please." She requested.
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