[hr][hr][center][h1][color=3366ff]The Reverend 
[img]http://37.media.tumblr.com/e16d014f311a5f99b53539932fb062bc/tumblr_n3rj1u5ZIL1tqonp4o1_500.gif[/img][/color][/h1][/center][hr][center]Location: The Town Meeting
Interacting With: The Good People of Altsoba, His Demon of a Daughter [@Pundii] [@BlueSky44] [@Pirouette] [@Witch Cat] [@hagroden][/center][hr][hr]The Reverend stood calmly, his hands folded. His eyes scanned the crowd, and he was a bit crestfallen to see his daughter missing. As much as they had their differences, he had assumed that she'd have the good sense to go attend a meeting about the end of the world. It wasn't something petty or silly, such as a meeting on a color scheme for houses--no, this was life and death.

He sighed a bit. Despite being in her twenties, she still acted like a rebellious teenager, causing trouble for attention. 

[color=8040bf]“What are you going to do about the supernatural that's plaguing us?”[/color] A scrawny kid asked. The Reverend glanced at him, noting how malnourished he appeared. He doubted the kid would be able to win in a fight against a toothpick. Had it not been severely inappropriate, he would have shaken his head. However, from what he could see, a snobbish professor was doing that for him. 

[color=9e0b0f]"The Reverend will be able to answer that question far better than I."[/color]

Bowing his head, Lysander stepped forward slightly, before leveling his vision with the child. [color=3366ff]"To answer your question, let us turn to Exodus 22:18. Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live,"[/color] the Reverend answered grimly. [color=3366ff]"It is the will of the Lord that the end of time is upon us and our stories are already written, set in stone. This plague is commanded by our Heavenly Father, and we shall not oppose him."[/color]

The Reverend paused, seeing the confused faces at his apparent contradiction. [color=3366ff]"Yet there are those forces here that are not of the Lord, and we shall strike them down. You have nothing to fear, for God's plan is eternal and unchanging. We will follow as he commands."[/color]

Lysander nodded, taking a step back. He was aware that more faces of confusion were darting out of the crowd. A few years prior and he would have been one of them, rolling her eyes and mocking the faith. A reporter asked the next question, clearly addressed to the sheriff, and so the Reverend remained back, content to simply listen. He caught a woman grinning a hit from the corner of his eye, an unnatural silver sheen in hers. He shivered, reminded of an old fable of the Islamic tradition. 

The questions returned to the usual sort of paranoia, and the Reverend continued to pull verses from his Bible, happily plodding along through the conflict and the chaos. He hardly noticed a sharp gasp sound from the crowd, as all eyes were drawn towards the very back. There, a woman was cursing and shrieking as she threw water at some strange creature, some poor person clothed in peeling and destroyed skin.

[color=9e0b0f]"What the fuck?!" [/color] the sheriff yelped, grabbing his weapon. 

The Reverend's eyes widened, recognizing the silver hair. His eyes watered, and he stumbled off the stage, tripping over himself. Scrapping himself up off of the ground, he ran forward in a daze, making his way towards the back of the crowd. There, he was able to better see what was going on. His daughter--his Vivian--stood there, looking like a zombie more than his sweet girl. Her eyes were as black as the darkness and he wept. 

[color=007236]"Get the hell out of here! It's a demon! Anata wa shinitaidesu ka?"[/color]

Tears continued to cascade down the Reverend's face as he crumbled to the ground. He knew it to be true. He had finally lost her--his Vivian, as far as he was aware, had died long ago. 

[color=3366ff]"Vivian, forgive me...forgive me..."[/color] the Reverend whispered hoarsely. There was nothing to be done. It was the will of God for his daughter to be possessed. He could not change her fate. He was powerless. [hr][hr][h1][center][color=silver]Vivian Adder[/color][/center][/h1][center][img]http://pa1.narvii.com/5773/ce0afe34f0890e945054e704b12c78d04b35b796_hq.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: Town Meeting
Interacting With: The Reverend, The Hunter [@BlueSky44], The Press [@Pundii] [/center][hr][hr][color=silver]"No takers?"[/color] Vivian pouted. [color=silver]"Did I mention all deals are sealed with a kiss?"[/color]

The press crew seemed to shift a bit, before swiveling their cameras to face her. Momentarily posing with a duck face, she waved and grinned, closing her eyes and letting the fresh air hit her face. That was, of course, when she heard a vial clatter to the ground, accompanied by swearing and cursing in Japanese. 

[color=007236]"Dōkō-kai o torimodoshimasu!"[/color] A tiny girl with a brown bob pulled out another vial, desperately flicking the contents towards Vivian. It didn't take her long to realize [i]exactly[/i] what was going on. Her nostrils flared, rather thankful when it didn't touch her. 

It would have hurt like a bitch. 

[color=silver]"You're rather cute for a hunter,"[/color] Vivian commented, gradually strolling towards her. [color=silver]"Doing this to impress daddy, hmm? Running off to join the circus clearly didn't do that, hmm, sweetheart?"[/color]

Cracking her neck, Vivian glanced down at the iron blade and the continued flasks of holy water. It had a tendency to get messy--but it wasn't as if she cared about killing a few more humans than she expected for the day. However, another gift presented itself. The Reverend had made his way through the crowd and collapsed near her, sobbing about his failures as a parent.

[color=silver]"Vivvie isn't home anymore, daddy dear,"[/color] Vivian taunted. [color=silver]"Someone killed her~! And I know what you're thinking, but I [i]always[/i] take good care of my meatsuits. It wasn't me, honest."[/color]

The demon approached the preacher, staring into his eyes. Grinning, Vivian grabbed her pocket knife. Tilting her head, she forced the Reverend's neck back, watching as he vaguely pleaded for mercy, tears welling in his eyes. With one smooth stroke, she slit his throat, and kicked him to the ground.

[color=silver]"Forgive me father, for I have sinned!"[/color] Vivian cackled, before returning her attention to the pesky hunter. [color=silver]"Don't worry, haven't forgotten about you yet, dear!"[/color]

Pulling out her gun, Vivian clicked the safety off, and aimed it at the hunter. Firing into a crowd, she kept shooting until the gun was out of bullets, hitting the hunter twice in the left outer thigh. Shrugging a bit, she tossed the gun away, surprised to see that no one else had been struck by a bullet.

[color=silver]"You got that all on camera, right, dear?"[/color] Vivian asked, waving over at Liam, as if the pair of them were best friends. [color=silver]"Helloooooo, world! My name isn't Vivian Adder and I'd like to welcome you to hell! It doesn't matter who you pray to--you'll be dead soon enough, just like the dear old reverend here."[/color]