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Bartholomew Rosecliff


Location: Swamp -> Towards Main Gate
Skills:N/A


Bart gave a melancholic smile as Faith said goodbye and left. He stifled a laugh at her version of a goodbye, and turned back to the forming group. Peter was alive, which was something to be addressed, but certainly was better for later. They had to leave the camp grounds, He didn't like the idea of losing the small number of possessions he'd acquired, but they did have The Hat, and he wasn't much for sentimental value. He gave a funny look to Gio, essentially having been told to leave quickly, but calmly, away from the collapse of time itself. The order might be good advice, but it took a level of self control he wasn't sure he had.

"Right, The gate. I'll be on my way then." Bart said in response to Gio. He started off towards the gate, taking one last look around at the place he'd learned to call home. The Plantation was a good place, all things considered, but moving on would be something new too. Who knows, maybe they'd choose somewhere farther in the future for their next base of operations? That would be of interest to Bart, especially if they ended up going past the early 2000's. He was very curious to see what would happen to humans in the future, and living there would certainly be a way of finding out.
Arthur Stanford






Arthur looked surprised at the fact that he'd had no siblings besides Ash. He supposed that didn't make too much of a difference, since any family he would now have would be in name only. It would have been a good groundwork for new friends though. Not one to be put off by such things though, he simply smiled over to Ash, and said, "Guess I'm gonna be watching over you for awhile then." It stood to reason that if only two of them were in the cabin, that one would need to be in charge. He would take this role eagerly, and now it was his by the sacred law of "dibs".

Honestly, the open air camp grounds were a lot nicer than the stony hell that was the school he'd been forced to live at. He took a moment to breath and ground himself. His attention, however, was drawn to the blind girl, who'd be claimed. "I'm sorry, which one is Hecate?" He wasn't up on his Greek gods, and he wasn't sure he'd heard of that one before. He did want to check out their cabin though, so he did nudge Ash and say, "Perhaps the best place for your new... friend is in our cabin for now?" That would satiate his curiosity, and alleviate the group of the rather annoying bone head.


Bartholomew Rosecliff


Location: Backyard Area -> Swamp
Skills:N/A


Going into a situation like this blind was less than ideal, obviously, but having the leadership of The Hat and the experience of the other Emendators gave him comfort that they might not be totally screwed. He politely nodded back at James, keeping his full attention of the situation at hand. Assuming the worst that they could deal with seemed to be a good strategy to him, it'd mean they'd be prepared for their worst case scenario. To him, that was that the loop was crumbling, which probably meant staying near The Hat was still the best course of action. He didn't really know what that would mean for him, though he'd assume it would leave them on November 1st, 1943, that wasn't the sort of thing he'd be willing to bet on by any means.

As they reached Siduri, he initially couldn't place her new compatriot, having only seen Peter once, as a corpse. Once the Hat spoke to him though, a look of understanding and surprise cross his face. A small amount of pride also crossed into him as well at this, having anticipated that these people might've been able to restore the dead, even if he had thought it unlikely at the time. Putting that aside for now, it was certainly good that they now had a new ally to face whatever they may be about to face, especially considering that Alicia, and Alexandra were now gone. Taking a moment, he turned and faced Faith, "Looks like it's time for us to part ways, for now at least." He said as Siduri seemed to be ready to leave, and take Faith with her. "Don't go falling apart without me, okay?" He said, forcing a smile at her. Truth be told he was worried about whatever she might have to undergo to get Eve back to them, but if any of them could do it, he really did think that Faith could.
Arthur Stanford






The first thought to cross through his head was about the distinction between being a god of Death, and being a god of The Dead. Thinking about it for a moment, he presumed this was why Hades was often heralded as the kind of the underworld, meaning that he wasn't actually responsible for the death of individuals. This made helped alleviate any potential feelings of worry from being sired by somebody with such a problematic domain. That being said, his emotions still were in a bit of a shell shock. "Right, dagger is deadly, like most daggers. I'll be careful with it." Normally, he might be able to find a more tactful way of phrasing that, but at the moment, he was unable to do so.

"So..." He was kind of thrown off by Athanasia's continual barrage of questioning. He liked the girl enough, but god, she didn't really have an off button. Collecting himself, he paused for a moment, closed his eyes, and returned to the conversation with a smile. "Well, I certainly can't wait to meet our other step siblings, is there a weekly meetup, or something of the like?" He asked. He figured half-bloods with the same parent would probably get together in some way, people having connections like that tended to help. If not, he considered starting one, and cementing himself as a leadership figure at the camp. Even in the advent of earth shaking news, Arthur still had machinations stirring in his head, it just was who he was.


Bartholomew Rosecliff


Location: Faith's Room -> Backyard Area
Skills:N/A


Bart smiled as Faith seemed to be able to actually address her feelings. To him, this was a signal of great progress for her, something he would have normally taken the time to recognize and congratulate her for, but the earth begun to shake and rattle beneath him. A look of worry crossed his face, and he said, "Whatever it was, I doubt it was good." He said uncomfortably responding to her. "Let's go check that out. Now." He said, turning his back to her, and starting towards the door. If Niburi was coming this quickly, they were fucked beyond all measure. That being said, he found it hard to imagine that this was anything else.

As he walked towards the backyard of the house, he had a troubled spring in his step, evidently scared of what may lay before him, but nevertheless resigned to confronting it. As he stepped out to the back of the house, he saw The Hat and James congregating outside, heading towards what he could only assume was the source of the disturbance. As he stepped towards them, he figured that announcing their presence to them would only be good, keeping people aware in times of potential danger was obvious protocol. "Faith and I aren't far behind." He called out to them, making his way closer to the swamp. "Any idea what we're dealing with?"
Arthur Stanford






Arthur was relieved as they hit the ground, apparently finally free of potential threats, at least for the immediate future. He was about to take a moment to get accustomed with the area in front of him, when two skeletons erupted from the earth in front of them. Ready to leap into action again, he barely got out ,"I thought this place was-" Before the skeletons presented him with a blade. Gingerly, he took it from them, and played with it in his hand. Cold to the touch, he was unfamiliar with wielding such a weapon, but hopefully he'd get used to it. "This is different than your weapons." He noted, having seen theirs to be of shimmering gold.

Looking between Athanasia, he asked, "Any reasons for that?" Before taking a quick second to see the symbol floating above their head. He nodded along to his apparent half-sisters questions, but tacked on one more. "You missed the most important one though, who is our father, or mother?" He asked. He had some guesses, the big one coming to mind being Hades, but there were other gods of death probably, and today wasn't a day for assumptions. He looked over to the senior campers, figuring they'd be given them some explanation.


Bartholomew Rosecliff


Location: Sitting Room -> Faith's Room
Skills:N/A



So it seemed, in light of the evidence provided, that the best option they seemed to have was to send all of them, sans Faith, out on their own to survive or die as a kind of training. That was a scary thought for sure, he himself having no rightful idea on how he'd ever make it on his own with the threats that loomed over their heads. He'd resolve to do it, for sure, but it was certainly a scary thought. Cracking his knuckles out in front of him, he said, "Yeah, getting a full nights rest sounds like a good idea, looks like we have some long days ahead." He agreed, and stepped away from the group, but he didn't head right off to bed quite yet.

Following after Faith, he met her at her room. If they were about to go off again, then he might not see her for a long time, or even at all. The friendship they'd garnered, crazy and ethereal as it was, meant something, and leaving things unsaid between the two of them wouldn't be right. "Hey you." He said, cracking a smile outside her door, "Ready to play the hero and save all our asses?" He asked, slightly sarcastically. He knew she couldn't be feeling good about this, even if she didn't say it, and he wasn't gonna force her to confront that by any means, but he hoped she'd at least talk about it with him. It wouldn't be good for her to keep all this bottled up.
Arthur Stanford






Oh poor Ezekiel. All he had to do was politely decline Athanasia's request for comments, but no. he had to patronize, and insult her. That was the sort of behavior for which he could not stand. He simply smiled at Ezekiel, and said , "I believe it's Pegasi, Athanasia, though it couldn't hurt for you to run through all the possibilities." He said with a smirk. "Pegapeople?" He pondered. He didn't foresee the two of them getting along so well, but he was more than willing to give a second chance, if he apologized for his behavior.

He chuckled a bit, at Athanasia thinking she was too old for a babysitter. He wasn't going to correct her, but to say that he'd take her too seriously would be about as incorrect. He did want to know though, how long they'd be on this chariot. He glanced down at the ground below them, and smiled at the sight. This was something truly amazing. He cleared his throat, saying "So, what's our ETA?" as he took in the view.


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.
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