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Alexandra & Nancy
"The World is a Stage"

All I can say is, be careful what you
wish for. It just might come true.
- Oliver Stone



Location: The Swamp (Ville au Camp) โ‡ข Northampton State Hospital, 1947
Skills: The Cards, History, Torture, Psychosis, Russian


Nancy was quite excited that morning. She was wearing a black dress and matching hat. Both of them looked new and just slightly out of place for 1943 - it'd be Alexandra's first visual clue that they wouldn't be traveling too far. The 'young' Emendator was hopping from foot to foot, waiting for Alexandra to show up. She had enjoyed her time with Sophia, but she had concocted a beautiful plan for Alexandra. It'd be a trying mental test for her.

As Alexandra made her way down to the swamp, she was filled with conflicting emotions, which was strange considering the fact that she had been mostly excited the last times she had gotten a new trainer. Perhaps she was just weary after training under Gilbert for four months. He always seemed to be two steps ahead of her, which honestly had left her feeling a tad paranoid on more than one occasion. You know, wondering when he was going to pull out his next arsehole move out of his hat. Nevertheless, she had learned a lot of valuable, lifesaving skills from the man, and for that, she was grateful. Surely, Nancy couldn't be any vorse than him, right? Yeah, just my luck, I vill probably rue the day I ever thought that, she thought to herself as Nancy came into view.

She looked the woman, who was all decked out in black, over, before arching a brow quizzically. "Vho died?" she commented sarcastically.

"You," Nancy said plainly, pulling out her camera and taking a picture of Alexandra. She'd develop the film for it later. She enjoyed taking pictures of the Paradoxes, as something by which to mark the passage of time but also to have some sort of record. Sometimes she'd give them to the Paradoxes. Sometimes they'd go to one of the Emendators. In other occasions, Nancy just tucked them underneath her bed. "Get out all of your sarcasm now. This is your only chance - so be thorough. You'll have to bite your tongue soon."

"Thank you, Captain Obvious," Alexandra retorted with a snicker. She then blinked and shook her head lightly when Nancy took a picture of her. She followed that up by arching a brow at her last statement. "Oh, vhat vas that? I am avesome? Yes, yes I am," she retorted, leaning towards her and cupping a hand over her ear for added effect. A playful twinkle came to her eyes as she straightened back up. "Vhat do I look like, sarcasm on demand? If I give avay too much, I may have to start charging," she quipped with a wink, before continuing in a more serious manner. "As tantalizing as that offer is, vhy don't ve just get this shov on the road, before one of us is the first person inside a loop to grov a grey hair?"

Nancy was playing with her camera throughout Alex's sarcasm rant, just waiting for her to get it out of her system. She then raised an eyebrow as Alex told her that they should leave. Nancy normally wasn't one for rules and decorum, but being told be a chatty Paradox to get a move on? That irked her and she stared at Alex, before she decided on the best way to deal with her. "You don't make the rules and whatever sense of humor you think you're displaying, you don't have it," Nancy said a bit coldly. While it was normally easy to mistake her for a young girl, her demeanor hinted at her true age in this moment. "You are learning from me for the conceivable future, until it's time for you to switch trainers. So try not to get on my nerves on the first reset."

Alexandra's eyes widened in surprise, and her mouth opened and closed as if trying to form words."But you said--" she began in protest before quickly stopping herself. "You knov, never mind. I'll just shut my big mouth nov. Sorry." She looked away sheepishly and scratched the back of her head, feeling all kinds of awkward now. Apparently, the woman didn't take her brand of sarcasm well. Crap, I'm dead meat.

Nancy nodded, about to say something before she got the tell tale tingle on her fingers meaning that it was time to do a card reading. She held up a finger to Alexandra, pulling out her deck of cards and shuffling them. Everything else could wait. And the longer she put this off, the more unbearable it would become. She first drew the Three of Cups, then the Devil, and lastly the Two of Swords. Her eyes flickered up at Alexandra as she considered their meaning. The first card dealt with friendship, revealing Alexandra's past. The Devil - she usually saw this card with addicts of some sorts - and then the Two of Swords alluded to compromise. "I have a policy that I will only do one personal reading per Paradox, generally at their request," Nancy began, putting her cards away. "This reading is about you, as it turns out," her eyes flickered over towards her. "You drew the Devil card - if you don't change your ways in the future, it'll stick around. Your mouth and attitude needs to change."

Alexandra hesitantly glanced back over Nancy, as if doing so could possibly cause her to burst into flames. She ended up doing a doubletake when she caught Nancy's gesture followed by the Emendator pulling out The Cards. A look of curiosity now crossed her features unbidden, and she started to take a step over to the woman to take a peek at The Cards but quickly stopped herself. Yeah, she probably vouldn't like that. She arched a brow when she was told that the reading was about her, and her brows then shot up at the woman's next statement. Me? Stop being sarcastic? She does realize that that is just vho I am? Asking me to stop being sarcastic is like asking a fish to breathe on dry land. It just doesn't happen, she thought to herself, brows furrowing slightly. Granted, I could tone it dovn a bit. Maybe that's vhat she meant, surely? "I can try to tone it dovn," she finally proclaimed with an affirmative nod of her head.

"Follow me," Nancy then said, not giving Alexandra a choice in the matter as she stepped through a portal, emerging in a dingy room. The lights were flickering and Alexandra would be able to hear the sound of screams echoing through the halls.

With long strides, Alexandra quickly followed after Nancy through the portal. She immediately glanced around, taking everything in once she stepped through to the other side. Her head snapped to the side, eyes widening when she heard the screams, before she eventually grimaced. Great. Another one of those adventures that only lead to mental trauma, no doubt.

"Something not to your liking?" Nancy asked, noticing the grimace. She pulled out something small and numerous from her pocket, clicking them through her fingers as she exited the small room and went into a hallway. Somehow, the stench only became worse out here. The hallway was lined with cells - most of them occupied, all with an individual out of their mind. As they passed, they shrunk away from Nancy and Alex, fearful of human contact. "The nuns run a strict operation here," Nancy explained. "Fortunately for us, they'll be busy performing electroshock therapy...Or any other form of torture that they deem reparative."

"ะขั‹ ัƒะผั€ะตัˆัŒ ะทะดะตััŒ!" a voice screamed. "ะž, ะฝะต ัะปัƒัˆะฐะน ะตะณะพ, ะพะฝ ะทะดะตััŒ ัะปะธัˆะบะพะผ ะดะพะปะณะพ...ะœั‹ ะฟั€ะพัั‚ะพ ั…ะพั‚ะธะผ ะฒั‹ะนั‚ะธ..." Nancy didn't turn to react. Though given their surroundings and the fact that Russian was one of the few languages the Emendator did not speak, it was not altogether surprising.

Alexandra glanced over at Nancy, biting back a snarky reply. Her lips thinned as she then cautiously followed after the Emendator. This place already had a bad vibe going for it, and Nancy's words mostly certainly didn't ease her mind either. Her breath came in and out a bit sharply as she took in the caged people with wide eyes. Her heart went out to them, and yet she knew that she could not intervene as it could have unforeseen cataclysmic effects. And that was it's own form of torture all in itself. She flinched as a scream pierced through the air, and her eyes squeezed shut for a moment at the poor soul's words. While Nancy didn't seem to understand the person's words, Alexandra very much did. As she forced her eyes open again, she uncomfortably rubbed her arms.

Nancy rounded a corner, stepping to the side to make way for a girl with black braids. The girl locked eyes with Alexandra for a moment. "It's not your time yet. Shame," she told Alexandra, a sharp knife in her hand as she went the other direction. The brief moment's distraction had been a moment too long, as Nancy seemed to have vanished from sight. Alexandra could either go back the way they had come, continue heading down the hallway forward, or take either corridor heading to the left or the right.

Alexandra followed after Nancy with brisk steps. However, as a girl wielding a knife came around the corner at the same time as them, she found herself coming to an abrupt stop, her eyes widening. She nervously eyed the knife as she tried to gauge the girl's intentions, while her muscles tensed with a flight or fight reaction that was brought to the forefront. "Good to knov," she replied, more as a question than a statement at the girl's proclamation. She then hurriedly rushed around the girl after Nancy, just to find out that she had lost sight of the Emendator altogether! "ะ”ะตั€ัŒะผะพ!" she exclaimed as her gaze looked around wildly for Nancy. "ะะตั‚ ะฝะตั‚ ะฝะตั‚!"

After a relatively short deliberation, she chose to head right down the corridor, thinking that that was the general direction they were headed. As she walked down the hallway, it became more and more crowded as patients, nuns, nurses, and doctors seemed to pour in from all directions. The sounds of people walking and talking slightly muffled the sounds of screaming voices. She tried to keep her head down, but nevertheless, she felt more and more out of place. Not to mention the fact that the room was quickly becoming exceedingly claustrophobic for her.

A hand shot out and grabbed Alexandra, yanking her into the nearest room. There was what looked like a surgical bed and on the side was a variety of instruments. "Do you want to learn how to torture someone, Alex?" Nancy asked, but her voice would sound strangely distorted. She pulled out the very things she had been fiddling with earlier - and although her image would begin to drift out of focus, they'd appear to be Eve's dice. "If I roll even, I poisoned you. If I roll odd, you're fine," Nancy explained, rolling the dice. Nancy rolled a natural 20 and she smiled at Alexandra. "Here - antidote," she said, pulling out a vial and handing it to Alex.

Alexandra let out a startled yelp as she was suddenly grabbed and forcibly pulled into a room. She turned in the person's grasp, preparing to defend herself but stopped short when she saw that it was only Nancy. "Don't scare me like that," she exclaimed in a high pitched voice. She then shook her head in disbelief at the woman's words. "Excuse me?" she questioned. Had she heard the woman correctly? The distorted quality to the sound of her voice would beg to differ. Looking over the Emendator's shoulders to see the surgical bed only served to unnerve her further. "Not particularly," she stated, but even the sound of her own voice seemed a bit off now. Her vision was blurring, and she was seeing double. However, she was able to just make out what looked like dice in Nancy's hands. The woman's next words would have freaked her out even more if it weren't for the fact that she was having a hard time focusing, mentally and visually. Her heart beat wildly in her chest as just then she could hear the sound of heavy breathing behind her.

Nancy shrugged, setting the antidote on the table and sliding it on the table towards Alexandra. In one moment, it looked like the Emendator was smirking and in the next, Nancy had an expressionless face. "It's up to you if you take the antidote - you could just let the effects happen," she mused. There was a large banging on the door, as if someone was trying to get inside and more screams vibrated throughout the place, the lights flickering. "What are you afraid of, Alexandra? That's the first step - figuring out a person's fears..."

Alexandra fumbled for the antidote, as she tried to calm her rapidly increasing nerves. The blurry, double vision. The heavy breathing down her neck. The screams outside. The flickering lights. The Emendator trying to freaking kill her! It was like a total sensory overload right then. "Dying again" she retorted sharply, before hurriedly taking the antidote.

The door shrieked as it was thrust open, as if someone dragged their nails down a chalkboard. "Mother sends her regrets that she couldn't be here, Ailith," the same girl from before said. She set her knife down on the table, the blade gleaming amongst the flickering lights. "But even I know that's not what you're truly afraid of," she finished curtly, shutting the door behind her with a resounding clang. She had heard Alex's declaration of her fear - dying again. Nancy just chuckled slightly, picking up the dice and letting them fall on the table, over and over again. "Tetradyi, play nice," Nancy chided. "I can just keep on rolling for you, Alex, if you'd like...Eve won't know the dice are gone for another hour. After living in the loop with her long enough, you memorize the schedule."

Alexandra gagged as the vile taste of the so-called antidote filled her mouth and went down her throat. She sputtered and coughed before clamping a hand over her mouth as she tried not to vomit it back up. Vhat the hell vas that? Piss?! she thought. She spun around as the door was suddenly thrown open to reveal the knife wielding girl from earlier. She backed up a few steps, nearly running into Nancy. She looked sharply between the two. At this point, she wasn't sure who to trust or if she was even safe anymore. She looked wide-eyed at Nancy, gulping slightly. "Vhat do you want from me? Vhat kind of sick training is this?" she questioned, shaking her head.

Nancy cackled, looking at Alex's attempt to not regurgitate the liquid. She let the dice fall one last time and the twenty sider showed a one, which Nancy picked up and looked at with amusement. "What do you think, Alexandra?" she asked at first, using her full name. The knife wielding girl seemingly vanished amongst the flickering lights. Whether she had left the room or was merely lurking in the shadows, it was hard to say. She was as quiet as a corpse. "I mean surely, you are quite the expert when it comes to training?" Nancy added, picking up the dice and letting them fall again. The lights finally gave out, sparking a bit as the bulbs blew, plunging them into darkness.

Alexandra eyed Nancy and those damned dice she kept rolling. Sweat beaded on her brows as her gaze nervously flitted between Nancy, the dice, and then at her surroundings upon realizing that the knife wielding girl had up and vanished. Her gaze eventually gravitated back to Nancy, her mouth opening and closing but ultimately unable to form words apparently. What was there to say anyways? Don't kill me? Or maim me? Or do whatever it is you planned to accomplish with this nightmare worthy training session? However, she wasn't able to think much on the matter of word formation as the lights suddenly went out. One could hear an audible gasp leaving Alexandra's lips as everything went dark.

As the lights flickered back on, the dice were sitting on the table. Alexandra could reach out and grab them if she wanted to. Nancy was just smirking at her, before she nodded behind her. The knife wielding girl from before was there, but her eyes looked like they had been gouged out and her skin was stained with blood. "You'd be prettier if you smiled," the girl said simply, holding up a bloody knife as she walked towards Alexandra. Nancy didn't make a move to stop her. There was a reason she was doing this - and she hadn't even showed off her final surprise just yet. Alexandra's only hope of defense would be those dice.

"Oh, how rude of me to forget to introduce Tetradyi to you," Nancy said, shaking her head slightly. "You know her mother."

Alexandra's eyes blinked as they readjusted to the light. The hairs on the back of her neck rose up as she had that odd sensation that someone was behind her, or at least watching her. At Nancy's gesture, she spun around, letting out a strangled cry when her gaze landed on the sight that had been behind her. "I think you better get that checked out," she managed to rasp. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the dice sitting on the table conveniently within reach. She really didn't want to play with the fates, but what choice did she have? "Forgive me, Evelina," she muttered under her breath before she quickly dove for the dice. She glanced sharply in Nancy's direction at her comment, but it gave her little pause, as at the moment, it seemed rather inconsequential given the fight or flight response that was warring inside her.

"In order to be forgiven, you need to apologize first," Nancy said sharply. "Namely, to Gilbert. Who do you think you are, Alexandra? To behave like that to an Emendator. We've walked the Earth long before you were born and we will continue to walk it long after you have died. Whatever talent or fantasy that you've deluded yourself with, it doesn't exist. It's time that you learn," Nancy said, patting Alexandra's cheek, "that I'm the only Emendator you ought to have nightmares about."

Alexandra blinked, her face going slack as her mind worked furiously to process what Nancy was saying. Recognition seemed to dawn in her eyes as she put two and two together. She began shaking her head. "You mean the flirting? I vas joking. I didn't actually mean any of it. I vas just fishing for a reaction, foolishly so apparently. Besides, I vasn't even quite myself at the time. I'm still not, being infected by a Soulless and all. Please believe me," she pleaded with the Emendator.

"In fact, I'll let you in on a secret, though I doubt you'll keep it to yourself. Each of us has a secondary ability. I'm about to show you mine," Nancy said, as the other girl opened up the door and stepped out, enough to let Nancy by yet not enough to let Alexandra have room to escape. Nancy raised her hand, pointing at Alexandra. "Don't worry, I'll come back for you...eventually. You need to spend some time to think about your behavior - and know that if you ever make comments like that about Gilbert again, I'll kill you." A tingling sensation spread throughout her finger tips as Nancy used her secondary ability: Psychosis.

She attempted to follow after the woman, dropping the dice on the ground as she rushed forward. "No no no, please don't leave me here," she cried out. But it was too late as the door shut in her face.

"Don't worry, I'll be here," Tetradyi called through the door. Throughout the next month from Alexandra's perspective, she was confined to the single room in the asylum. Tetradyi ensured that food was sent to her and limited Alexandra from human contact, just in case the psychosis Nancy had caused in her would cause her to harm someone. Nancy didn't particularly care when it would wear off nor did she feel a great swell of pity for Alex. Instead, the Emendator went on 'vacation' of sorts.

Eventually, the door opened and Nancy looked at Alexandra. "You look terrible," Nancy observed. There was a portal waiting for them down the hallway. "Come on, it's time to get home. You seriously need to bathe."

While Nancy enjoyed her "vacation," Alexandra was in a pit of hell all on her own. She didn't know where and when she was or truly have any concept on the passage of time that occurred. All she knew was this anger that the psychosis dredged up and the strange sights and sounds of her own mind's creation. By the time, it had worn off she was a mere shell of herself, whether that was due to pure exhaustion, mental damage, or all of the above was to be determined. She just sort of stared blankly at Nancy when the Emendator finally returned. She didn't even make a sarcastic retort to the other woman's remarks, which to everyone else was probably an improvement but for a person like Alexandra that meant everything.
Madam Mauve
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Location: Shadowell Manor (Front Gate: Chair 3)
Skills: Will, Charisma, Wisdom
Hit Points: 3
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Madam Mauve's attention, which had been a bit divided while she obligatorily awaited whatever response the doctor wished to give, suddenly snapped back over to him. Her eyes, the only thing one could see of her face, seemed to darken like an impending storm over a deep blue sea. Had she heard the man correct? She believed she had, and it brought out something rather unsavory in her. She was about to open her mouth to speak when something the woman behind her said caught her immediate attention. She spun around to face the woman. "No one asked for your opinion," she hissed through gritted teeth, before rounding back on the doctor. Her words were better articulated this time around but nonetheless had an ice quality to them. "Perhaps I should have made my words clearer to accommodate an idiot like you. It wasn't a suggestion, sir."

She then pulled away, taking a deep breath in through her nose and out through her mouth as she reined herself in. She sat back in her seat, lacing her ankles together as her gaze looked past the doctor. She watched as a seething rage seemed to burn from the inside out in the man in the devil mask. Devil, indeed, she thought to herself. There was an imperceptible glint to her dark eyes as she unflinchingly watched the man slam his hand against the doctor's chair. Though his actions were a relatively subpar display of aggression, his words surely cut much deeper. Had her features not been hidden by her mask, one could perhaps get a better idea of what the madam was thinking as she watched the man closely. When he turned his attention back to her, she gave him a once-over before speaking. "It would be my pleasure," she replied smoothly, the true intent in her voice hard to decipher. She gave the doctor one last pointed glare before she seemed to turn her attention elsewhere. However, out of the corner of her eyes, she still watched the man. No, not the doctor. The man in the devil mask.


Fyror Kildragon

Integrity is doing the right thing
even when no one is watching.
- C.S. Lewis



Location: The Sea (Off the coast of Preston, England)
Skills: Constitution


A certain weariness came to the rich amber of his one good eye. The waves seemed to be growing more treacherous by the minute and as such he was quickly growing tired as he attempted to support both his own weight and Colette's. That's not to say he had any intentions of simply giving up, far from it actually. He would use every last ounce of strength and every last breath to keep his charge safe. However, he was also realistic. He knew that he couldn't keep this up forever. He had to find something that they could grab ahold of and that would allow them to replenish some of their strength. As his gaze scanned their immediate surroundings, taking some of his concentration with it, a wave suddenly took him unawares, pulling him into its depths.

He fought to get back to the surface while maintaining his hold on Miss Fontaine, but at that same time, he felt something wrap around his ankle. His heart started beating wildly within his chest, and with it depleted some of his precious oxygen, as he felt whatever it was drag him further into the ocean's depths. At that point, his grip on Colette felt less like a protective instinct and more like a lifeline, not that the comparatively diminutive woman who couldn't even swim could possibly help him now. His grip finally slipped from her grasp, and he struggled and kicked out to try to dislodge the hold of whatever it was wrapped around his ankle. He grew weaker by the minute, eventually growing all but limp in this watery death trap. Davy Jone's Locker was surely calling to him now.

However, as he hopelessly looked up at the surface, which grew further and further from his view, he saw the flash of a face amidst the dark water. Miraculously, a stranger had come to his rescue. He felt the mystery thing that had been dragging him downward being cut from around his leg before he was quickly rushed to the surface. He would have swum to the surface himself if it weren't for the fact that he felt so exhausted and weak. His muscles burned from the overexertion. His eyes burned from the salty water, and his lungs burned for even a small breath of precious oxygen. Once his head broke the surface of the water, he coughed up water before gasping as he took in several ragged breaths of air. He blinked as he tried to right his currently blurry vision and glanced around. "C-Collette. W-where's Collette?" he questioned in a quiet and raspy voice once his immediate needs had been met. He couldn't see the Frenchwoman from down here in the water, and he prayed that they had rescued her before they had bothered with him. If they didn't, well, he would be royally pissed, and justly so.







- Unknown

Location: Servants' Quarters (Her Bedroom)


Lyra nodded her head stiffly in apparent agreement with the Deputy Hunter's recollection of yesterday's events, save for certain details. She bit her lip as she glanced over at Asha, who seemed similarly uncomfortable, though perhaps not to the extent that she was. She let out a ragged breath, turning back to face the interior of her bedroom in an attempt to hide the emotions that were plainly written on her face. Her gaze once again gravitated to the spot where she had helplessly watched Puck die. They say memories fade with time, but she doubted this one ever would. It would haunt her for the rest of her days, surely. Just as Puck's ghost would...

"The dragoness turned him to dust after he threatened the life of her child," she suddenly blurted out, as she turned back around to face the two women standing outside her door. She tried to keep her composure, but it soon cracked under the pressure, revealing the true regret she felt on the matter. "I regret, terribly, that I was unable to stop it from happening. I know my words are little consolation given the circumstances, but know that I am truly sorry." she continued, her voice laced with genuine emotion. She locked gazes with Amarantha, hoping that the woman would see by the look in her eyes and the emotion on her face that she meant every word she spoke.
Madam Mauve
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Location: Shadowell Manor (Front Gate: Chair 3)
Skills: Wisdom
Hit Points: 3
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Glancing to her side for a moment as another person passed by her, Madam Mauve's nose wrinkled slightly underneath her mask as the tobacco smoking woman took the seat behind her. Her gaze otherwise returned to the man she had just instigated a conversation with. Her head tilted a bit to the side as her dark blue eyes roamed what she could see of the man's face, and she took in the warmth of his smile with a sense of satisfaction. Her brows rose imperceptibly at the man's flattering words in reply.

However, before she could share any sort of words or sentiment in return, another man abruptly stepped in to take the seat between them. A part of her couldn't help but feel a tad disappointed. Perhaps had she been brazen enough to just take the second seat in the first place, their conversation wouldn't have ended as quickly as it had begun. But no, for propriety's sake, considering there were plenty of other available seats elsewhere, she had left a single seat as a buffer between her and the man in the devil mask. She didn't want to seem like a Rake or something, after all.

Her brows rose again, but even more significantly this time, at the devil masked man's sudden proclamation to this newcomer. "You're a brazen one, now aren't you?" she retorted. The words themselves perhaps would imply that the man had crossed a line, yet the teasing quality to her velvety voice said otherwise. Her gaze gravitated to the man between them. "What say you, sir? May you let this gentleman trade seats with you? Of course, if it is too much of an inconvenience, by all means you may remain seated," she added politely. Her gaze seemed to shift between the two, curious as to what would transpire next. All the while, out of the corner of her eye she watched as the others boarded the vehicle of a sort.
>I'm fine. I'm fine. LLA hates me now, but I swear I'm totally fine.


Fyror Kildragon

Integrity is doing the right thing
even when no one is watching.
- C.S. Lewis



Location: The Sea (Off the coast of Preston, England)
Skills: Perception, Swimming, Shinorinri


Fyror looked around a bit wildly, trying to keep tabs on the sea monster's whereabouts while keeping him and Colette above the tumultuous waves. He flinched as he caught movement, his widened gaze snapping in that direction. His heart was in his throat, and he felt like a deer caught in headlights as the beast suddenly whipped around, causing a ripple effect in the water and surrounding debris. He started to panick as he felt Colette's arm nearly slip from his grasp. It was a relief, albeit a small one given the dire circumstances, when he regained his hold on her. He glanced over at her as he protectively laced his fingers with hers before eyeing the beast again.

It struck him then how truly vulnerable they were right now, out in the open with no means of protecting themselves and staying afloat at the same time. The whole situation brought back vivid memories of that group of bandits that had attacked his hunting party and nearly led to his demise so many years ago. He could still imagine the pain that had exploded through him when he was slashed across the face. He could still feel the fear that had coursed through his veins. He could practically still smell and taste that coppery blood that had poured from his wound and had caused him to feel as if he would drown in it. Everything felt surreal right then as he once again stared death in the face.

The sound of cannon fire and the feeling of it reverberating through the water snapped him out of his momentary haze with a startled gasp. He shook his head. Now was definitely not the time to lose himself in the nightmares of his past. The repeated cannon fire from an encroaching ship he hadn't noticed before appeared to drive the beast deeper into the water, and by default farther away from them. While given the momentary upper hand, he honed in on one of his trained skills as he treaded water. The art of Shinorinri was meant as a focusing skill that emphasized some of the attributes of chivalry. Unfortunately, the skill failed him in that moment. A wave came and pushed him and Colette underneath the surface of the water. He could feel his grip nearly slip from hers and the weight of the water and his drenched clothes pressing down on him. He strained to get their heads above water again before they could drown, and at the last second, he was fortunately able to do so. He coughed up water and gasped for air once their heads broke through the surface. He instinctively pulled Colette tighter against him as he looked around again for something to grab a hold of but with no success.


Alexandra & Gilbert
"Battle!"

The first causality of war is innocence.
- Oliver Stone



Location: The Mill (Ville au Camp) โ‡ข Zhou Dynasty, State of Wu (450 B.C.)
Skills: Alter Form


The first day of training with Alexandra. Her and Gilbert, one-on-one, for the next block of time. Now, training with the other Paradoxes had been fairly straightforward; spend the first day doing something pointed in a personal direction. The first one was to demonstrate the true cost of hubris in combat. Or as it was said among the soldiering community (in one form or another) since the time of the Egyptian Empires, "The Price of a Mile". Hopefully, it stuck. The second was the lesson of taking a weakness and turning it into something strong - a liability into an asset. This one, well... It was different.

Within the Mill, there sat a small round table covered in white tablecloth. A bottle of notable wine sat next to a basket of lightly steaming, pillowy breadsticks, along with a porcelain dish containing a perfectly balanced Maรฎtre d'Hรดtel Butter and spreading knife. Gilbert sat on one side of the table in alternate period finery, glass in hand, waiting for his Paradox student to arrive.

Alexandra had a skip to her step as she made her way to the mill. Training with Evelina had been a blast, and by blast she meant sometimes fun and sometimes a shot to the chest. Nevertheless, she was ever eager for her next adventure. She strode into the mill with a certain confidence to her as her dark eyes drank everything in, the wear and tear of use, the showcase of weaponry and armor, and finally the quaint little table where a certain someone sat with food and wine. "Av, is all this for me? You shouldn't have," she commented playfully, a slight twinkle to her eyes. She gave Gilbert a sweet smile as she approached the table, before plopping down in the chair across from him. "So, vhat's up, big man?" she questioned before leaning back in her chair and propping her feet up on the edge of the table.

Wordlessly, though not without a disapproving glance at Alexandra's feet on his pristine white tablecloth, Gilbert reached over and poured his newest pupil a glass of wine. Pushing the breach of etiquette put of his mind, he greeted the former circus performer. "Do not be silly, Alexandra. I very much should have. I know that it is a little early for wine, but I believe that even the esteemed Miss Emily Post would make an exception in this instance." His words dripped with saccharin, but potentially carried the weight of a caveat. "You see Madame, it is a special occasion." His smile was broad and friendly as he picked up the basket in the center of the table, offering. "Bread?"

Alexandra slid her feet back off the table, arching a brow at Gilbert. "Is it just my imagination, or are you trying to butter me up?" she replied, before adding with a gesture to the dish of actual butter. "Pun intended." She then picked up the glass of wine and took a swig of it. As the liquid went down her throat, she pursed her lips slightly and nodded her head. Not bad. She nodded her head in reply to his offer, before grabbing one of the breadsticks, tearing off a piece, and popping that into her mouth.

Gilbert grin broadened. "No, of course not. And by no, naturally I mean yes. Today marks a very special day for me, in one manner of speaking. Giosue, ah, The Watch is generally very obliging with his ability to give us passage into different times and locations for the training of Paradoxes. And occasionally for other important matters, but that is another discussion." Gil sat back in his chair, leisurely sipping his glass of wine and regarding Alexandra with his same, friendly smile. "But it is uncommon for these journeys to benefit me in some way, even if it is to greet someone lost to me. But as I have said, this is a special occasion and you are to be a part of it. Today, you meet one of my fathers." Gilbert cleared his throat. "More wine?"

She nearly choked on her breadstick at that last statement, which he quickly tried to gloss over. Her eyes widened, and she shook her head in seeming disbelief. "Vhat? You're taking me to meet your parents?" she sputtered, before the hint of teasing came to the tone of her voice. "Don't you think it's a little too soon in our relationship for that?" The corner of her lips pulled up into a smirk, before she took another sip of her wine. Her brows suddenly furrowed as something else of what he said stuck out to her. "Vhat do you mean one of your fathers? Are you adopted or something, sort of like me?" she questioned curiously.

"Hmm..." regarded Gilbert, trying to find the proper way to answer Alexandra's question. "Everyone who lives goes through different periods of maturity. And every transition from one stage of life to another comes with influences, both in the form of personal decisions and outside sources. Emendators are the same, in this regard. At least I was." He sat forward in his chair, closing the gap some between himself and his latest student. His face took on a more serious, more wistful expression. "I have followed human conflict since the beginning of civilization. There are certain people who I could not help but influence, and who in turn have shaped my world view. There is a cyclic type of wisdom to humanity, in my experience: They do not gradually come to new concepts. Instead, a few remarkable individuals leap ahead of their time, and the rest of them are forced to adapt or get left behind. The man I intend for you to meet is one such person. And yes, he was one of my mentors. As close to a parent as I will ever experience."

Gilbert removed a cardboard garment box from underneath the table and set it upon the table. "When you are ready, put this on and follow me. The portal is through the back door, I will be waiting."

Alexandra blinked slightly as he took on a more serious expression, but as her gaze took in his features, she noted that there was something else to his demeanor. There was a certain--sadness? It was a look she herself had frequented over the years, and her dark eyes softened at that realization. She gave him a small, almost reassuring, smile. She nodded her head in understanding as he finished his explanation and handed over the garment box. "It will be my pleasure," she replied, standing up as she took the box from him. She gave him a soft smile, before turning to find a more private place to change.

Soon enough, she had changed into the interesting clothes. She honestly felt a little awkward in the attire, but then again, when did she not feel awkward in a dress? It didn't matter what era, country, fabric, style, etc. etc. it came in. A dress was a dress, and she didn't do dresses. They made pants for a reason after all. She had to admit though it was kind of pretty...darn, maybe she did actually like it. She mentally shook her head, before stepping through the portal. "Okay, let's get this shov on the road," she explained as she appeared on the other side.

The air on the other side was brisk but not overly cold. It was an area of low grass and evergreen trees with a small stream of clear water winding over a bed of white stones that were likely placed one at a time by hand. A path led to an arched, wooden bridge spanning the stream, and just past that rose a building that conferred a sense of importance. A light fog had settled upon the area, not quite obscuring vision but giving an air of mysticism and wonder to a place already shrouded in both.

Gilbert moved to take a place next to Alexandra. One would have to assume it was Gilbert; he spoke lightly but oddly accented English, gave his usual warm, friendly smile, and seemed very comfortable giving his salutations. A moment of confusion might be allowed, considering the fact that the man speaking had a very different appearance. "We are in the state of Wu, in the latter part of the Zhou Dynasty in what you would know as China. It is the time of the Summer and Autumn Wars, as I can relate from experience birthed many concepts once previously unheard of in battle. The man I take you to meet is Master Sun of Qi. I was once his personal bodyguard. You might have read about him under that name 'Sun Tzu'. It is important that you show the utmost of respect. Highly. It is why I have taken... a precaution. I hope you understand. Come along, he is in the temple, taking tea."

Alexandra glanced around, taking everything in curiously, before turning her attention to--huh? Her brows furrowed, head tilting to the side a bit as her gaze landed on some stranger. A look of confusion flitted across her features as the man began to nonchalantly talk to her as if they knew each other. Oh! Her head jolted straight again as she finally put two and two together, realizing that Gilbert was doing that shapeshift thing that she had seen him do some many months ago. The corners of her lips curled into the beginnings of a smile. She arched a brow before nodding her head in understanding, compliance, something of the sort.

A quizzical look crossed Gilbert's newer features. He opened his mouth as if to say something, thought the better of it, and continued toward the small temple. As the pair of them set foot on the arched bridge, Gilbert was pleased to remember a little trick from the last time he was at this place: Every wooden beam that formed the base of the walkway made a slightly different percussive note when stepped upon, like a hollow, wooden xylophone. He briefly considered taking a moment to dance a little tune on the bridge, like he had done many times millennia ago, but thought the better of it. "Maybe on the way back..." he mused, a playful little smile across his lips. Over the bridge and to the short few steps up to the temple's main doors. "I'm pleased that you don't seem to mind the tiny precaution I have taken to ensure compliance, considering the delicate nature of this man's effect on future history. Provided you do nothing that upsets this, I shall give you the antidote upon our return. Otherwise, you may ask this man any three questions as it relates to tactics and martial strategy, be it armies, personal combat, the use of fire, spies, practically anything. I will translate, as I do not believe you are familiar with Zhou period Wu dialect Mandarin." He laid one hand upon the temple door and nodded to Alexandra. "Ready?"

Alexandra followed in behind Gilbert at a leisurely pace and with a soft smile on her face. She looked very much the picture of contentment. Well, that was until something The Hat said caught her attention. Her face fell and paled slightly before she whipped her head around to pin the man with a steely gaze. "Excuse me?! Hov, hov--" she exclaimed indignantly. How could he have possibly put this little "precaution" into place? Her mind soon went back to the food and wine he had given her just prior to coming here via a portal. A fieriness came to her dark eyes as she now glared up at him. "You freakin' drugged me?! Not only that, you totally set me up, you--you arsehole," she spat, angrily wagging a finger at him.

The tall Emendator simply held his hand to the door. He did not open it, seeing that a touch more conversation was necessary before they met a legend. "Now Alexandra," he began in a matter-of-factly tone, "this is exactly what I was talking about. And do not be silly, girl. I did not drug you." Gilbert shook his head, sporting a nonchalant look on his borrowed face. "No. That would be counterproductive. I poisoned you." A harder, more paternal expression took his features, and he spoke with the confidence of a master craftsman. "These are hard lessons I teach my Paradoxes, Alexandra. Harder than any one person should have to bear all at once. But they have to be learned, and quickly. The means I use to teach them are my own, tailored to the individual and overseen by none with higher authority. But do not worry about anything right now. It will be hours before onset. Believe me, you will know when that happens."

And at that Alexandra's jaw about dropped to the floor. "You did vhat?!!" she exclaimed, a shrill quality coming to her voice. She shook her head. She couldn't have been hearing him right, could she? He poisoned her?! A mixture of emotions welled by in her eyes: shock, indignation, hurt, fear. Her breaths came in and out sharply, and she could feel her heart racing. She had to close her eyes for a moment as she tried to calm herself under this immense pressure, just as Evelina had trained her to do. However, she found that no amount of training would ever truly rid her of that hatred and that fear of feeling helpless, of being incapacitated. As she steadied her breathing and heartrate, she finally opened her eyes and looked back up at Gilbert with a more or less blank expression. She gave a small nod of her head, this time in true understanding and true compliance.

Gilbert swung open the door to the Taoist temple, revealing a mostly open room with a fitted wooden floor. Decorative lanterns and murals depicting scenes of nature, battles, and long scrolls bearing kanji could be seen readily, as could a man in his late forties to early fifties sitting on the floor behind a low table. He was dressed as a State Minister, and was apparently sitting down to tea. "Respectful, in all things." reminded Gilbert quietly. He placed his hands together and bowed low to the man from across the room, and did not approach until he was waved over.

She looked back ahead, keeping her facial expression neutral yet still inviting so as not to offend anyone in some unknowing way. She mimicked what Gilbert did with the bow and all. But, when she straightened back up, she laced her hands tightly in front of her in order to hide how they were shaking.

There was a brief, hushed conversation between the older man and Gilbert as Alexandra waited just inside of the door. Before a minute was through, the man behind the table gave the young Russian lady a gracious wave, indicating permission to approach and sit. A pot of simmering water was set to one side of them, as was a stack of upturned tea bowls. Their host looked to Gilbert, who immediately selected the top three bowls from the stack, dropped a spoonful of pale green powder into each one of them, and finally withdrew a short bamboo dipper from the water to finish the simple process of making powdered tea. "Give it a moment before you drink." advised Gilbert.

There was a flurry of conversation between the two men, an exchange lasting only a few seconds before Gilbert looked to Alexandra and addressed her, "As I have said earlier, this is Master Sun. He is enjoying what will be a fairly short retirement before he is called upon by his Emperor once more, though he is not aware of this. Master Sun is aware that you are not from his culture, and so is not holding you to the strict standards of etiquette that this situation ordinarily demands. He has deigned to allow you this time to ask him any three questions about battle, tactic, training, or any other aspect of warfare that his experience may enlighten. If you are unfamiliar with his work, I will say this: Sun Tzu is a legendary General and Tactician. His formative work on the subject, "The Art of War", is still being used thousands of years in the future, well past your time in the Imperial Russian era, and well past the time of Ville au Camp. For now, please drink. Enjoy the sounds of wind and silence. Enjoy the flavor of the tea, the type of which you will likely never experience again, and as the questions come to you, ask him directly. I will translate. But it is important that you look to him when you speak." Gilbert bowed his head in Master Sun's direction, and took a light, airy sip from his tea bowl.

Alexandra nodded her head and strode over once given permission to do so. She then sat down at the table across from this Sun Tzu, carefully crossing her legs in a way that didn't expose herself and ultimately seemed at least moderately ladylike. She gave a soft smile to the man before watching as the tea bowels were placed on the table. She glanced back up at Gilbert as he explained things. Nodding her head, she looked back down at the tea. She waited a bit for it to settle and cool before she gingerly took the bowl in her hands and took a small sip of the liquid. She nodded her head with a smile. It was certainly good. As silence soon enveloped them, apart from the occasional whoosh of the wind outside, she fought not to fidget. Idleness and her were not friends. She instead tried to distract herself by thinking of the questions she wished to ask. She pursed her lips a bit as she deliberated on the matter. What kind of information would be pertinent to her specifically?

After sitting in the relative silence for awhile, a question popped into her mind. She glanced up at Gilbert before locking gazes with Sun Tzu. "Hov, in a physical altercation, can a voman gain the upper hand over a man, considering our differences in strength and size?" she asked.

Gilbert smiled warmly and began to translate English to Wu Mandarin, bowing to Master Sun before and after speaking. The older (looking) man considered the words put before him. He took a sip of his tea, savoring it for a moment, and took in a deep breath. The sound of the wind outside caught his attention, giving him a contented look. After a moment, he began to speak. As he spoke, Gilbert translated his thoughts to English almost as quickly as they were spoken:

"In any show of force, be it a skirmish, an exchange between scouts, assault upon or defense of a fortified position, even a match of individual combatants, the outcome is decided before the first blow is struck. To succeed, accurate knowledge is necessary. Therefore, when able, seem to be unable; when ready, seem unready. If your opponent sees some advantage, entice him with it. When he is arrogant and extended, attack him and take him. If the conflict will not lead to victory, and if your defeat does not allow for higher victory elsewhere, do not let pride lure you into the fight. Bigger, stronger, man, woman, this does not matter. The army of Wu was primed to be attacked by the army of neighboring Chu, their force outnumbering Wu by a factor of Ten. Wu struck first and forced Chu to break their plans for a vigorous, decisive assault. Over the course of the war, Wu was successful, even annexing Chu. Size and strength are less of a determining factor in a battle, except as they serve to make an enemy overconfident."

She nodded her head in understanding. The man's words were most certainly useful. She glanced up at Gilbert with a smile before taking a small sip of her tea as she thought of how to word her next question. "So, vith that in mind, in vhat vay could one use vords as veapon in order to svay the course of a battle or perhaps to even avoid unnecessary violence and loss of life altogether?" she finally asked.

Master Sun listened to Gilbert's translation and have a small chuckle. He nodded to Alexandra, but before he spoke a word he finished his shallow bowl of tea, bowed, and prepared himself another with a small bamboo whisk. Motioning to Him and Alexandra to help themselves, he began to speak. As he did, Gilbert's words followed. "The core of my philosophy is unequivocally that the supreme art of war is to subdue the enemy without fighting. However, this rarely means that it can be accomplished with words alone. Words may seek to enrage an enemy, but to one who is already in motion, words do little without the threat of violence. To negotiate without the appearance of advantage is tantamount to begging. Beggars to not win conflicts, unless doing so is a ruse."

"The greatest victory is that which requires no battle. However, in order to do that support must be withheld from your enemy. His will to continue must be broken. There must be a clear representation of effects that he will suffer if defeated; likewise he must believe that defeat is likely. Moreover, and this is important - always allow your enemy a means of escape. Provide one, if you must, or even the appearance of escape. The lack of one will make him fearless." Gilbert cleared his throat and took another sip of tea, then reached across the table to take Sun on his offer and refill his own fine drinking vessel.

Alexandra's head tilted a bit to the side as she listened intently. She pursed her lips slightly before taking another sip of her tea as she let the man's words sink in. She finally nodded her head before asking her final question. "Hov do you suggest a person vith a tendency tovards--flamboyance tamp dovn on that part of themselves in order to better blend in?" she questioned.

Sun glanced to Gilbert again as Alexandra spoke, but immediately drew his eyes back to the Russian lady as the question continued. The translation of the experienced Emendator followed swiftly, carrying with it as always the intonation provided by the woman for whom he was translating. The legendary tactician nodded is head as the question came to a close, sipped his tea, and responded through Gilbert thusly: "The question you ask rests near to the question of how to be a better Spy. Spies are employed by Generals for a wide variety of reasons, if they are smart, and unilaterally well treated. Far better than the common troop. Understand that it is a profession as dangerous as any soldier, for as a good spy will be cared for and difficult to replace, they will receive the first blame for unforeseen difficulties."

"With that as my assessment, I am obligated to say that, dismantling a strong personality is not impossible, but highly unlikely. It is best to direct your flamboyance to other areas; to devote one's energies to another task - Formlessness. One must embrace total subtlety to the point of formlessness. Mysterious to the point of soundlessness. To appear without form is to appear empty. To not restrain flamboyance. Instead, seek to put it aside entirely, until the exact moment it is necessary. Then use it as a weapon." Gilbert then bowed to Master Sun, who in turn bowed back to him and then in Alexandra's direction. He held a brief exchange in Mandarin with the shapechanging Emendator, who smiled broadly and then looked to his Paradox, saying with bubbly tones, "Master Sun thanks you for your presence this day, and for the ability to share knowledge with a new pupil. Further, he invites us to remain with him for a time while we finish our tea and listen to the music of the wind in the trees."

Glancing up at Gilbert for a moment as he started giving her the translation, Alexandra nodded her head in understanding whilst fighting the urge to also raise a brow. Vell darn, that doesn't sound like something I could possibly manage to do, nov is it? she thought to herself as she pursed her lips. She mentally shook her head out of that train of thought as the Q&A session appeared to be coming to a close now. She respectfully bowed back to Master Sun and Gilbert before looking back at Gilbert expectantly. Her brows rose slightly at his next statement, lips thinning a bit. Sit in silence? Uggggghhhhhh. I don't have a choice, do I? Aren't ve on a time crunch though, you know, before I die because you FREAKIN' POSOINED ME?!! She kept those thoughts to herself though, hoping they didn't show on her face. She nodded her head as stoically as she could realistically manage before smiling over at Master Sun and taking another sip of her tea.

Gilbert looked to Alexandra with the barest hint of amusement on his face. He gave her a knowing nod and turned to Sun, speaking to him in his native tongue with smooth, apologetic tones. Gil bowed several times over the course of his monologue, after which he stood, bowed yet again, and motioned with his hand for Alexandra to so the same.

She did a doubletake as she caught a bit amusement in Gilbert's facial expression. He seriously thinks this funny?! Yeah, ha ha ha--bite me, arsehole. She gave him a calculated look before somewhat tensely facing forward again as she took yet another sip of her tea. However, she soon breathed a small sigh of relief as Gilbert sped things up. Thank God. I really don't vant to die--again. She slowly stood back up before respectfully bowing to Master Sun with a soft smile gracing her features.

Master Sun raised his hand and spoke in a manner that required no translation. It was apparent from the actions that he wished them to wait for a moment. A warm smile and quick set of hands later, and the old general had emptied and wrapped the tea set they had been using; a large pot of bronze, decorated with inlayed Wu calligraphy and the full set of eight tea bowls. The cloth used for the wrapping was rich, teal silk with a black floral pattern, and in fact was the cloth that lay over the low table they had taken tea upon. Sun bowed to Alexandra, sliding the silken bundle over to her. He said a short sentence to her and bowed.

Crap, Alexandra thought as they were suddenly stopped again. However, that selfish irritation and impatience was short-lived as Master Sun graciously offered her the whole tea set. She was honestly touched by the action, and she was grateful for the parting wisdom the man had given her. With that in mind, she felt a twinge of guilt for being so quick to want to leave. She was just a tad, okay very, anxious to get the antidote from Gilbert, which probably was a justifiable reason, but still. A genuine smile lit up her features. "Thank you, truly," she replied gratefully, bowing slightly before gingerly taking the bundle from him.

Before the pair shuffled out of the door, Sun issued a short command to Gilbert. The Emendator stopped, turned, and was greeted by the sight of Master Sun picking his sheathed sword from beside where he was sitting at the table. It was large, too large for him to comfortably wield and far larger than swords of the era. He unsheathed just a hand's breadth of the weapon to reveal sharp, black metal, before snapping it back closed. Sun handed it over to Gilbert with a bow, spoke a few more words with a chuckle, and motioned over to Alexandra.

With a look of profound gratitude and respect, Gilbert held the blade at his side and took a knee before the man, rising only after his head had almost touched the floor beneath them.

As soon as they were outside, Gil confided in Alexandra, "He said that the Imperial Swordsmith who was ordered to make this for him had never met him, and by reputation thought he was a giant. He cannot actually use this thing, and said that it is more suited to a warrior of my stature. Supposedly, it is forged of a fallen star. Curious."

Alexandra's gaze flitted between Gilbert's face and the massive sword he now appeared to have in his possession before arching a brow in question. Ah, she thought, nodding her head as he gave an explanation.

"Yours is a princely gift, indeed. The silk and the tea set, both. Also considering the source... Okay, let us just get you home. There is one more matter to settle."

"Ya think?" she retorted with a snort and a roll of her eyes at his last comment.

Once comfortably back in the Mill, Gilbert squared off at Alexandra. "The overall lesson, my young Paradox - one of the core teachings of Sun Tzu - and the truth that stands now, thousands of years later that will likewise stand for thousands more: All warfare is based on deception." Gilbert gave another of his wickedly disarming smiles, coming to his secondary point. "And so, I have a confession... You were never poisoned, Alexandra. Though it should serve as an unforgettable lesson for you, from this point forward. Deception. All warfare. Chilling, is it not? Take a moment, then enjoy the rest of your day. Tomorrow, I have no doubt that you will not hold back during combat training."

Alexandra's mouth fell agape for possibly the second time today. It had all been a ploy?! Her jaw then snapped shut, eyes narrowing slightly before she finally let out a small huff of exasperation. "Arsehole, she exclaimed, shortly before they parted ways for the day.
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