[hr][hr][h1][center][color=339933]Jade Cornish[/color][/center][/h1][center]
[img]https://media0.giphy.com/media/hlrcBkGD9LoZy/200_s.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: Town Center
Interacting With: Darren Andrews [@Pundii][/center][hr][hr]Jade gave Darren a bit of a death glare. Had people not been dying in waves from illogical causes, she would have arrested him then and there. Instead, she huffed a bit, wishing desperately that she had a drink. The day wasn't over yet, and already, she felt like it'd been an eternity. Jade hardly would have been shocked if her hair had all turned grey. 

[color=339933]"After this shit is all over, you're going to get well acquainted with these,"[/color] Jade warned, raising her handcuffs. [color=339933]"For now, you need to tell us how to kick Satan's ass."[/color]

Crossing her arms, Jade leaned back and waited for Darren's answer. He may not have been FBI, but at least he seemed to know what was going on. She may not have been enamored with most of the people in Altsoba, but they didn't deserve to be slaughtered by some deity. Hell, a few minutes ago, Jade had been an atheist herself. She always imagined that she'd be killed with a bullet, not by some supernatural force. 

The news of the seals caused her to grimace a bit. Sixty six seals between them and [i]more[/i] mayhem? It didn't seem like much. However, she doubted that there was a physical cage for them to go to, and that reinforcing it with bullet proof glass couldn't do much. 

[color=339933]"Fucking hell,"[/color] Jade cursed, feeling the trembles around them. Earthquakes weren't altogether uncommon in Washington, but now, she was prepared for it to be anything. It could've been Barney the Purple Dinosaur rising from the grave in order to bring down fire upon them. [color=339933]"Tell me that wasn't something else to worry about,"[/color] Jade snapped, her patience wearing thin. 

This was [i]so[/i] above her pay grade. 
[hr][hr][h1][center][color=FA5858]Howard Brighton[/color][/center][/h1][center]
[img]https://55.media.tumblr.com/46a3f821843a4b0368a16405cbbb2878/tumblr_inline_o3l38bH8xZ1rfmocr_500.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: Forgotten Relics - The Shopping District
Interacting With: Joel Schroeder [@hagroden][/center][hr][hr]Howard glanced over at Joel, noticing that he seemed to have a bit of trouble. Frowning, he clapped him on the back. [color=FA5858]"Feeling alright, old chap?"[/color] he inquired, fetching a bottle of water for the professor. He hardly ever let customers consume food or drink in the store, but for such a well known professor, he could easily make an exception. It wouldn't do to have Dr. Joel Schroeder faint on his floor. He didn't have the insurance for that. 

Having attended to his guest, Howard retreated into the backroom, fetching the beloved [url=https://thesupernaturalfoxsisters.files.wordpress.com/2015/04/pg-book-page-1-supernatural-book-of-the-damned.jpeg]Book of the Damned[/url]. Nothing in his collection was more prized than this. The legend told that a nun, possessed with evil spirits, managed to tame them in order to create this book. It was supposed to know how to break any curse, any spell, and stop any foe -- if you believed in that sort of thing, of course. 

[color=FA5858]"You cannot fathom the trouble I had attaining this..."[/color] Howard murmured, offering Joel a pair of gloves for handling the ancient tome with. [color=FA5858]"Its previous owner didn't understand the jewel they had....But then again, no one ever does."[/color]

He set the book down gently on the counter, locking the front door of his shop. They didn't need to be disturbed with the petty wiles of some freaked out citizens. Recalling the knife he found earlier, Howard retrieved it, setting it down on the counter next to the book. With a cruel smirk of fascination on his face, he examined it slowly. 

[color=FA5858]"Have you ever seen a more finely crafted blade, old chap? Someone left it in here earlier this day..."[/color]