[center][h1][color=686F91]Liam Matthews[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=686F91][b]Location:[/b][/color] Aunt Sue's Inn #10
[color=686F91][b]Interacting With:[/b][/color] Aloise Zamora (Via Voicemail) [@Morose][/center][hr]

Liam sat there, waiting for any sign from above for a while, he hadn't exactly spoken with the almighty before, at least not that he remembered, so he wasn't exactly sure how long to wait, or even what a divine sign was going to look like. Ultimately, he resigned himself to the idea that god didn't feel like picking up the phone right now, and turned back to his computer with a sigh. Continuing his search, as the sun was setting he grew close to consigning himself to failure, that was until he stumbled across a website, seeming to detail 'hunters', along with a short list of recommended hunters. 

He looked over the names, trying to establish which one might be best, or if any of them were any better than the others. A few names caught his eye, Darren Andrews, and the one he settled on, Aloise Zamora. Finding her contact details, he sighed as he grabbed his phone, half-expecting this all to be a prank for him to just seem like an insane person. Regardless, however, he figured at that point he didn't have many other options, he had no clue what was going on at that point.

Sighing, he looked over his phone for a moment before he put in the woman's number. He held it to his ear, listening to the ringing for a while, no one picked up but it went to voicemail, sighing, Luke began to leave arguably the most awkward message of his life. [color=686F91][b]"Hey, uh Aloise - my name's Liam Matthews, i'm a reporter for CNN and uh, a prophet I guess? Yeah, that sounds nuts. Listen, I found your details online, and I think I need help hunting down some, shape-shifter type thing, you can find me in Aunt Sue's Inn in Altsoba, Room ten."[/b][/color] Sighing as he hung up, he set down the phone, running a hand through his head. 

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[center][h1][color=5F7171]Darren Andrews[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=5F7171][b]Location:[/b][/color] Forgotten Relics
[color=5F7171][b]Interacting With:[/b][/color] Jade Cornish, Howard Brighton, Adriana Byrd [@Morose] Zachary Carpenter [@BlueSky44][/center][hr]

Taking in the scenario as the group entered the shop, Darren kept his shotgun up and aimed in Adriana's direction. This wasn't exactly what he'd expected when they came to the rare book shop, he'd been expecting to encounter demons, and all sort of the supernatural in Altsoba, but it hadn't at any point crossed his mind that he could just be fighting humans at any point. He'd hoped that the guns would be intimidating enough, and that it wouldn't escalate to fighting, but as Jade pulled back on her trigger, that hope was dashed. Seeing the smirk on her face hurt, physically hurt, because Darren knew how futile it was.

He went to dash toward her, to push her out of harm's way, but the bullets started flying and he was forced away before he could. Just before he reached her, a round hit his arm, spinning him around and dropping him down behind a bookcase as more kept flying. As they stopped, Darren's eyes shot toward Jade, watching as she fell and seeing the blood seeping from her chest. His eyes locked with hers for a moment, and he watched as the light was drained from them. An instant later he was thrust to action again, realising that their attacker was out of ammo as he dropped the shotgun, grabbing his pistol and emptying the magazine.

Loading a magazine of actual bullets into his gun, he had no reservations of hesitating as he ducked around the bookcase before Adriana could get another bunch of rounds off, lining up the gun toward her, he began to pull back on the trigger again, and again and again, firing until he only had one more bullet left in the magazine and ducking back into  cover, sighing as he looked down to Jade's lifeless body, a sinking feeling of guilt filling the Hunter.