[hr][hr][h2][center] [color=9e0b0f]Zachary Carpenter[/color] [/center][/h2][hr][center]Location: Town Center
Interacting With: Everyone at the Meeting[/center][hr][hr]The sheriff looked at the crowd of townsfolk surrounding him with their questions, and the few who were just waiting for his answers. A young man was standing right in front of him, his question was the first one Zachary heard.

[color=662d91]“What are you going to do about the supernatural that's plaguing us?”[/color]

[color=9e0b0f]"The Reverend will be able to answer that question far better than I,"[/color] Zachary said, gesturing vaguely towards Reverend Adder.

A reporter then caught his attention, his hand calmly shooting up. Unlike the rest of the mob acting like vultures fighting over a corpse, he seemed to possess some calm. The sheriff let out an internal sigh of relief, but he knew that he wouldn't be easy. [i]This guy probably wants something for the paper, or maybe TV news network[/i], he realized. [color=686F91][b]"Does the town have a contingency plan, should all the events occurring turn out to be nothing major?"[/b][/color]

[color=9e0b0f]"Currently, there is not a lot that we can do. We are working on restoring power so we need you all to be patient while we try to remedy the situation. Since we still have no true confirmation on what is going on here in town, so we ask that everyone be back in their homes by 7 pm every night just as a precaution. We do intend to enforce this curfew." [/color]he said to the reporter. [color=9e0b0f]"We are very fortunate that the hospital is running fine, and that no issues have arisen at the prison."[/color]

He looked into the crowd, avoiding a few questions from the nuttier people there. Each one was weirder than the last, and probably inspired by some B-list horror film. They were rather lucky they didn't have any corn fields to worry about, otherwise, he would have expected some of the kids to get wise and run off in there to play. He really didn't need to deal with Children of the Corn parodies. 

[i]"Was the mayor murdered by demons?"

"Is this town cursed?"

"Is it true that this town was built on an Indian burial ground?"[/i]

However, there was someone shambling forward behind the crowd, just beyond the press barricade. The figure looked familiar, his jaw dropped when he saw Vivian Adder walking towards everyone. Her body looked like it was falling apart, skin peeling off and huge boils appearing. Sure, he remembered seeing her with what seemed to be a bad case of acne--but [i]nothing[/i] like this. There was only one appropriate response.

[color=9e0b0f]"What the fuck?!" [/color]he yelled, reaching for his gun. [hr][hr][h2][center] [color=007236]Mitsukuri Katsumi [/color][/center][/h2][hr][center]Location: Town Center
Interacting With: Vivian Adder (DEMON!!!!!) [@Morose][/center][hr][hr]The Town Meeting had turned into frightened and inane questions, with nothing useful coming out of it for her. She started walking away from the crowd, only to pause as someone who didn't belong arrived. [i]Clearly someone didn't keep an eye on the clock. They showed up late to the party I guess.[/i] She started walking towards the figure, but she saw what it truly looked like, and she tensed up. It wasn't normal, to say the least. 

Most would have fixated on the peeling skin, on the large, erupting boils, on the extreme burns. It was certainly something that caught the eye, with muscle tendons and bones being there for all to see. A different detail, however, caught Katsumi's eye. Her eyes were black, empty depths. 

[i]Demon Possession, huh? Looks like an exorcism is in order, [/i] Katsumi realized, grimacing a bit. It wasn't an ideal situation. She preferred to handle these type of matters away from people--away from innocents. But it couldn't have been avoided. As far as she was aware, this demon was about to blow the town off of the map.

It was time to get busy.

Pulling out a small vial of holy water and an iron knife, weaponry designed for demon fighting, she started towards the demon, the crowd behind her started to freak out at the sight of the girl. She heard people shouting out, something along the lines of [i]The Reverend's Daughter[/i]. 

[color=007236]"Dōkō-kai o torimodoshimasu!"[/color] Katsumi commanded, opening the vile and expertly flinging some of the holy water towards Vivian. It missed, falling flat in front of her. Katsumi tossed the vile aside, grabbing yet another one. She always made sure to carry a good deal on her. 

[color=007236]"Don't film this!"[/color] Katsumi shouted, rolling her eyes at the press crew, as she tossed more holy water towards the demon. [color=007236]"Get the hell out of here! It's a demon! Anata wa shinitaidesu ka?"[/color] The water fell short again, and Katsumi bit down on her lip fiercely.

Today was just not her day.