[hr][hr][center][img]https://s9.postimg.org/5xwkbgd73/8402167275e0247750f8d47a1609230f.png[/img][hr][img]https://s9.postimg.org/58drz6ke7/giphy.gif[/img][hr][@Nallore][@FantasyChic][@BlueSky44][@Peridot][hr][h3][color=#9999ff][b]December 28th, 2016 - 9:33 P.M. EST - 0 Days Since Hel Returned[/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][hr][i][color=9999ff][b]Lobby - Coventry Horrors Hotel, Coventry, Massachussetts...[/b][/color][/i]

	Fairfax's expression hardened. While he had been in a relatively jovial state up until now, Seraphina's compromise didn't cut it for him. Folly may not have been his daughter, but she was his descendent. He felt responsible for her wellbeing, especially after the deaths of her parents. "Send me back and I'll do my utmost to destroy time as it exists," Fairfax promised. "I will leave under my terms, only if Amiyra is safe." 

	It was clear that he wasn't going to compromise on this. Folly raised an eyebrow at this...before it gave way into a smile. She then nodded before leading the way to the library. It wasn't too far from the hotel and as luck would have it, someone had left it unlocked. It had been built by the Carnegie Foundation and looked like pretty much any other library they had built. As Folly pushed the doors open, the lights turned on due to the motion, revealing a sprawling collection. 

	"What exactly are we looking for, Lilith?" Folly asked.

[i][color=9999ff][b]Jessica's Apartment - Clearwater, Florida...[/b][/color][/i]

	Keep on moving, the angels haven't found you just yet. There's some mild chatter on angel radio, yet none of it is conclusive or seems to be about her. There's some talk about heading to Altsoba to take care of a stray - whatever that means - but that's about it. As for her phone call with Chikashi's daughter, there's silence on the end of the line, followed by a frustrated sigh and some loud beeps. It sounds like she's playing a video game on the other end and just lost a boss battle - shame. 

	"You could send a carrier pigeon," Sayuki recommended. "It's what all you old people use, right?"

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

	Rather than be served a malt, the O.M.E.N. agents instead raised a bit of an eyebrow at Alec. It wasn't genuine surprise - in fact, it was something akin to disappointment. While they already held prejudiced opinions against the F.B.I., they hadn't imagined they'd sink this low to drink on the job. The pair then exchanged a side eye before one of them split off, heading towards the front of the plane. There was a screen set up, ready to begin a teleconference between Alec and those already at Washington D.C. 

	A few other people traveling would be skyping into this conference as well, until all of the planes could arrive. 

	The other agent pulled out a tablet, typing on it quickly before turning it over to Alec. There was a reason she wasn't in any criminal databases. "She's a physicist PhD candidate at MIT," the agent explained. On the screen was the MIT Physics Department website, which had a list of their current graduate students and photographs. [url=https://31.media.tumblr.com/a255d8c46b7196f3737b5968dde4d56f/tumblr_mvgodhwLfE1rys6ebo1_500.gif]Edwina Fairfax[/url]'s research interests were listed as well, most of them involving light and its diffraction patterns. "Got any other scientists you want to frame for murder, boss?" the agent asked sarcastically. 

[i][color=9999ff][b]Hunter Hotel, Omaha, Nebraska...[/b][/color][/i]

	Robin hesitated for a moment, mulling over her cousin's words. Mariana seemed like she wanted to do this. And truthfully, Robin did as well. Necromantics destroyed her family and she became a hunter in order to prevent that from happening to anyone else, ever again. If this was a chance to finally change the tide...Then they had to take it, right? And while she was hesitant about the idea of working with Hel, Mariana had a fair point. They could just double cross her if they needed to. 

	[color=#C39BD3]"Then let's do this,"[/color] Robin decided. She didn't see the need to conceal that from Aloise, though she had a feeling the woman may very well have spoken Spanish as well. Her background seemed to suggest it. [color=#C39BD3]"For everyone that's ever been hurt...Let's do this for them. And when this is over, we cross Hel as well. No more necromantics - period."[/color][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. Panic Room - O.M.E.N Headquarters - Washington D.C.
[b][color=cc9900]Interacting With:[/color][/b] Bronwyn Calliban [@FantasyChic][/center][hr][hr]	[color=cc9900]"I'm afraid I don't kiss and tell, dollface,"[/color] Fergus said with a wink. His words were flirtatious yet it wasn't genuine. In his eyes, there was a certain emptiness and trauma. Bronwyn would be able to sense that he had been inhabited by darkness for a long time - what exactly, she wouldn't know - and that he had been changed because of it. He wasn't quite human - not anymore. Fergus then glanced around the room, seeing the screens blinking onwards. They now had video and audio communication with various others - including Agent Alec Fletcher of the FBI. 

	"Thank you all for joining us," Irwin said, clearing his throat. "I know that everyone has different amounts of information, so I'd like to get onto the same page. We have had an Altsoba Level Event. The Norse Goddess of Death, called Hel, has come for our world. We mean to end her before she can end us."

	"Why you? Simple. Because you have guts, as well as the skills that no one else in this world has. Young lady, would you mind sharing what you know about Hel with everyone? After that, we'll hear a report from an MI13 agent who was in the field when this catastrophe began." 

	[color=cc9900]"Oh, got to love the Brits...Anyone got some tea? Irish coffee, if you have it?"[/color] Fergus quipped, only to receive a death glare from Irwin.