[hr][hr][h1][center][color=339933]Jade Cornish[/color][/center][/h1][center]
[img]https://tribzap2it.files.wordpress.com/2013/12/christmas-flames.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: Town Center
Interacting With: Zachary Carpenter [@BlueSky44], Darren Andrews [@Pundii] [/center][hr][hr]Jade laughed. [color=339933]"I can see why they sent you on a goose chase with voter fraud if [i]that's[/i] what you call professional,"[/color] she quipped. [color=339933]"Let me guess--union prevented them from sacking your arse?"[/color]

Glancing over at Zachary, Jade sighed a bit. Maybe this tosser was for real--after all, strangers things had happened. Resolving to keep a close eye on him, Jade cut the sarcasm for a moment. [color=339933]"If this turns out to be a load of codswallop, I'll lock you up myself,"[/color] Jade spat, the anger in her eyes softening when she recalled a small detail: she'd forgotten to take her medication that morning. [i]Maybe I'm overreacting a bit...[/i] she mused, remembering the adverse effects of going off her meds.

However, her thoughts -- and the confrontation with Agent Winchester -- were cut short when Cecily Ashworth trotted over, carrying an overwhelming amount of files. [color=00ccff]"Who knew people were dying to leave Altsoba, eh?"[/color] Cecily joked, handing the files over.

Cornish rolled her eyes. [color=339933]"Always positive, Sea Salt!"[/color] Jade snickered, watching as Cecily went back to the station, prepared to deal with the increasing chaos and decay. Flipping through them, Jade saw numerous familiar faces. Jake, the owner of the creatively named [i]Jake's[/i] was among them, as well as their beloved mayor. Families with small children suffered the same fate. Grimacing, Jade handed the files over to Zachary, allowing him to take a look. 

[color=339933]"Looks like we've got a serial killer,"[/color] Jade sighed. [color=339933]"Or there's something [i]really[/i] awful in the water that rivals Flint."[/color]

From what she had witnessed, all of it could be explained. Vials of [i]acid[/i] had been thrown at the Reverend's kid, strung out on drugs and having been the victim to some nasty attacks. The Latin shouted was a distraction tactic, and after all, the girl had been [i]stabbed[/i]. That killed her--the same thing that would have killed anyone else. It was just another case, some maniac using the apocalypse as cover for their deeds.

[color=339933]"Got any leads, Mr. FBI?"[/color] Jade asked pointedly. [color=339933]"Or are you only equipped to handle voter fraud?"[/color]
[hr][hr][h1][center][color=FA5858]Howard Brighton[/color][/center][/h1][center]
[img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/b582695c6bae642b52b2d1d9c3a7c5fc/tumblr_nsvm3cjalw1udx640o2_250.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: Forgotten Relics - The Shopping District 
Interacting With: Miss 'Probably a Satanist'[/center][hr][hr]Howard carefully thumbed through his newest find, a copy of [i]Götter, Könige und Tiere In Ägypten[/i]. It was as pristine as it could possibly be, though he had plans to do some mild restorative work on it soon. The frayed spine needed attending to, and while the pages had long since yellowed, they could still be better preserved than they were. After all, it was one of the most elusive texts on paganism in Egypt--how could he [i]possibly[/i] not attempt to save it? 

He glanced up, hearing the dreaded signal of intrusion. Scowling slightly, Howard shut the tome and removed his gloves, setting them both on the desk. Sweeping towards the front of the shop, Howard raised an eyebrow at the girl, her face expressing only one thing: desperation. 

[color=FA5858]"I'm sorry, there are no extensions on assignments,"[/color] Howard explained, waving his hand dismissively at her. [color=FA5858]"I don't care if your gran [i]died[/i] or if the world is ending--the term paper is due when it's due."[/color]

[color=#ccccff]"I'm not a student,"[/color] the girl scoffed, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. [color=#ccccff]"I'm here for a [i]book[/i]--I've been told you're the one to go to for things you wouldn't find in the public library."[/color]

Howard's eyes flashed dangerously, turning again to face the girl. He chuckled, shaking his head slightly. [color=FA5858]"What exactly are you looking for, Miss...?"[/color]

[color=ccccff]"Adriana Byrd,"[/color] she finished, tugging a bit on one of her gauges. Howard tried to avoid staring at it--he always found those things positively ghastly. [color=ccccff]"[i]Malleus Maleficarum.[/i] You got that?"[/color]

Bowing his head, Howard walked off without a word, returning with an [url=https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/5/5d/J._Sprenger_and_H._Institutoris,_Malleus_maleficarum._Wellcome_L0000980.jpg]aged[/url] parchment book. The cover had long since vanished, with him only being able to retain the pages and the binding that held it all together. He frowned a bit, pondering what on [i]Earth[/i] this Adriana Byrd could want with it. 

[color=FA5858]"This book was written to instruct on killing and hunting witches,"[/color] Howard mused. [color=FA5858]"What could you possibly want with this?"[/color]

The girl's eyes flashed dangerously, and Howard arched an eyebrow. No one in Altsoba had ever asked for some of his more priceless pieces--and strictly speaking, he had made certain to price them out of anyone's ability to purchase. He had [i]the Book of the Damned[/i] and countless other wonders. Only a fool would sell them. [color=ccccff]"The same reason they used it back then, Mr. Brighton,"[/color] the girl answered.

[color=FA5858]"Right,"[/color] he smirked, setting the pages doing gingerly. [color=FA5858]"I'm 'fraid it's not for sale, but I [i]can[/i] sell you copies of it. I have a few already prepared."[/color]

Adriana nodded, a smirk on her face. [color=ccccff]"That'll work."[/color]