[hr][hr][center][img]https://s9.postimg.org/5xwkbgd73/8402167275e0247750f8d47a1609230f.png[/img][hr][img]https://s9.postimg.org/58drz6ke7/giphy.gif[/img][hr][@Nallore][@Witch Cat][@FantasyChic][@BlueSky44][@RoccanIronclad][@Peridot][hr][h3][color=#9999ff][b]December 28th, 2016 - 9:15 P.M. EST - 0 Days Since Hel Returned[/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][hr][i][color=9999ff][b]Main Tent - Cirque Anomaly, Coventry, Massachussetts...[/b][/color][/i]

	Nothing of note is happening to Seraphina - which is arguably a good thing. She can hear all of the conversations on angel radio and she'll manage to use her powers to track down the others. They're back at the Coventry Horrors Hotel, not too far from Cirque Anomaly. 

[hider=Dates Characters Came From]Katsumi - April 16th, 2016 - 12:25 AM
Seraphina - May 30th, 1977 - 9:45 AM[/hider]
[i][color=9999ff][b]Lobby - Coventry Horrors Hotel, Coventry, Massachussetts...[/b][/color][/i]

	Folly shook her head. It was unlikely that she'd know someone whom Lilith or Thalia did not. They all were members of Cirque Anomaly - or at least, they once were. After all of this bloodshed and death, she wasn't sure if there'd be a circus to return to once the dust settled. Fairfax was similarly clueless. Everyone he knew, present company excluded, was from 1929. The odds that he would know someone of interest in 2016 were slim, to say the least. 

	"We could ask a demon," Folly pointed out. "If Fergus is so significant that the spirits know his name...Perhaps the demons will as well." Their last encounter with a demon hadn't gone too well. 

	"Yes, yes! But Amiyra, what about those O.M.E.N. chaps? I'm sure they'd have a record on this Fergus fellow," Fairfax said earnestly. He didn't know all too much about O.M.E.N. and he was unaware of the deaths they had caused. He didn't know that Hanson had been gunned down by O.M.E.N., that O.M.E.N. had killed Seraphina, and the other crimes. 

[i][color=9999ff][b]St. Septima's Veterinary Hospital - Clearwater, Florida...[/b][/color][/i]

	The sigil works perfectly. The angels are scattered away to various corners of the world, giving Jessica the time she needs to escape and relocate. However, she still needs to get out of Clearwater quickly. The angels know her last known location - it won't be too hard for them to think through where she would have run off to. Now, she does have Sayuki Chikashi's business card on her. Perhaps she could give him a call and find a place to lay low. He's an O.M.E.N. mole, a lawyer who leaks information about O.M.E.N. raids in order to allow the good hearted necromantics a chance to escape. 

	As for angel radio, Jessica can hear the following: 

	[i]Azrael's daughter. She has the cloak. We must destroy it before Hel can obtain it, brothers and sisters...[/i]

[i][color=9999ff][b]On Route to John F. Kennedy Memorial Airport - Ashland, Wisconsin...[/b][/color][/i]

	The trip to the airport is a relatively brief one. The airport itself is only two miles outside of the business center - and given the urgency of the situation, Alec is entirely within his rights to floor it. Once at the airport, three people in suits come forward from the drizzle. Their badges identify them for what they are - O.M.E.N. agents. "Agent Fletcher, we're ready for you now," the leader, a dark skinned man, explained. "You'll be in a video conference while on route to D.C., where you can join the others in person." 

	Another agent stepped forward, holding her hand out for Alec's keys and belongings. "I'll take care of this, Agent Fletcher. This is an Altsoba Level Event - we need you to debrief us on what happened to Agent Murphy as soon as possible." The third agent then motioned for Alec to follow him, before heading over to a private government jet. The door was open and the stairs were down, in order to allow for quick and easy access to board.[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=cc9900]Fergus[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]http://pa1.narvii.com/5836/fe0584a9363da91c7517f6759b899d90a72a5af8_hq.gif[/img][hr][b][color=cc9900]Location:[/color][/b] O.M.E.N. Secure Prisoner Facility - O.M.E.N Headquarters - Washington D.C.
[b][color=cc9900]Interacting With:[/color][/b] Rita Evans [@Witch Cat] (also [@FantasyChic])[/center][hr][hr]	Upstairs, Cornish turned and spotted Brownyn with a bit of a frown. Who was she? She hadn't been included in any of the debriefing packets. He pulled Irwin aside and although their conversation was inaudible to the others, the tension was palatable. Cornish wasn't at all pleased that an outside had been brought in during this desperate time. "She has no business being here!" Cornish protested. 

	Irwin shook his head. "We've already started to call in candidates for Project S.P.I.T.F.I.R.E.," Irwin argued. "We need all of the help we can get."

	"Yes, all of the properly [i]vetted[/i] help," Cornish protested, rubbing his face. He then turned and looked at Brownyn directly. "So - tell me, what do you know about the Norse Goddess of Death? Hmm?"

	Meanwhile, downstairs, Fergus was chuckling to himself. [color=cc9900]"If you're a witch then you aren't normal, dollface,"[/color] he pointed out. [color=cc9900]"So what - O.M.E.N. has you thinking that you're one of the good guys? That you'll be spared? Because face it, sweetheart, they'll come for you one day...They'll come for us all and who's going to stop them? A little [i]normal[/i]?"[/color] He stood up from his spot on the ground, pouring himself another glass of scotch. 

	The doorknob would burn Rita's hand. [color=cc9900]"That's iron, love,"[/color] Fergus reminded her. [color=cc9900]"Didn't they send you with...with a key or something?"[/color] he snorted. [color=cc9900]"Look, what's got them so scared anyways? With Lucy dead, they have nothing to worry about."[/color][hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=#C39BD3]Robin Ramírez[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/8d75beacebe0e0be9991f75a08d81f87/tumblr_inline_mkbxxvxQuI1qz4rgp.gif[/img][hr][b][color=#C39BD3]Location:[/color][/b] Room 307 - Hunter Hotel, Omaha, Nebraska 
[b][color=#C39BD3]Interacting With:[/color][/b] Aloise Zamora, Mariana Garcia [@Nallore][/center][hr][hr]	Aloise shook her head. [color=00ffcc]"There's no contracts involved - no deals - nothing. The Aesir - she's better than that. She's not one of those bastards who think it's fun to rip families apart, to kill and rape and maim, to pilfer their black guts out...,"[/color] she paused for a moment. She understood that it was hard to comprehend - that not all necromantics were bad. There were plenty of hunters out there who believed anything abnormal should be put down - yet she had hoped that these cousins would be different.

	[color=00ffcc]"The souls in hell - they'll be released,"[/color] Aloise said. She then gave Mariana a bit of an odd look when she mentioned the souls in heaven. [color=00ffcc]"As for heaven...No one goes to heaven. Every resurrection case indicates the opposite. We all burn in hell - but now, now we can change that. We can change the tide, change the way the world operates...Change life and death."[/color]

	[color=#C39BD3]"You didn't answer her question - who is the Aesir?"[/color] Robin asked. Aloise's information seemed too good to be true. She felt uncomfortable, as she just waited for the other shoe to drop. Nothing in the world came without a price. It was true even for hunting. With each witch, each demon, each ghost they put down, two more seemed to pop up to take their place. They would never be done with their work - they'd never finish hunting. 

	[color=00ffcc]"Hel, the Norse Goddess of Death,"[/color] Aloise replied firmly. [color=00ffcc]"She's been imprisoned in hell since the dawn of Christianity. She tried to save humanity...but she failed. Yet this time...this time we have a real chance at succeeding. Aren't you tired of seeing more and more people - more and more [i]good people[/i] dying? We could stop that - for good. Get our happy ending. One where everyone lives."[/color]