[hr][hr][center][img]http://i1289.photobucket.com/albums/b518/ThetaOswin/Altsoba%20Update_zpsmrjzomag.png[/img][/center][hr][center][@Witch Cat] [@Lady Amalthea] [@BlueSky44] [@Pundii] [@Sohtem] [@Nallore][/center][hr][hr]It's rather late now. If your characters have been up all day, their eyes could be starting to droop. The sun has set [s]and the magic rises[/s]. Whoops, wrong story! Almost everyone in town has returned home, boarding up their windows and doors as if they were trapped in a reality TV version of [i]the Walking Dead.[/i] Does your character return home for their night? Do they still have business they wish to accomplish? Three hours till midnight, they best hurry. But of course, the end of the world waits for no man...

And as one hunter will soon learn, what's dead should stay dead. 

[@Lady Amalthea] [@Sohtem]: The salt treatment, surprisingly enough, seems to work! New burns don't appear on the Detective, leaving the existing ones to cause him pain. He smiles sloppily, his head going slack, as he falls asleep. His thumb is sticking up, likely in reply to Amy's comments about a parking ticket. And I swear, LLA does [i]not[/i] want to make this easy! You get Hanson into the ambulance, everything seems to be fine...Until, of course, that rotten ghost of John Moses appears again. Looks like this may take a bit of a fight, if you want to save the detective. 

[@Lady Amalthea]: Danica's fans are either rather obsessed or have nothing better to do. Within a few minutes, they find the obituary for Emmy Blythe Hanson and Lara Eulalia Hansen, aged 93 and 86. It's dark outside, so Danica might not want to stay out there to read it on the streets, unless she fancies being shot by a deranged woman during a block party. (See what I did there? ;) ) But if she continues to read on, she finds that the Hansens adopted Walter, and the family practiced white magic. Walter is their only surviving family member. There's a photo of him at the funeral, looking rather crestfallen. His hands are clenched into fists. 

[@Witch Cat]: Sylvia doesn't hear much at first, but slowly, she can feel a slight presence in the room. The spirits she summoned are present, screaming out in pain and horror. The lights in the room flicker before coming off, as the spirits manifest directly in front of her. [i]"Stop him!"[/i] they wail over and over again. [i]"He will bring the end of times!"[/i] Eventually, the two witches burst into flames, soot falling to the ground of the room. The power is restored, and this time, it doesn't seem like Belial has anything to say. 

[@Nallore]: As Sam focuses on the strange image, she'll notice a slight pain in her head. Her nose bleeds slightly, as a voice almost whispers out from it. [color=#ffb3ff][i]"Samantha...Bring Amy Chang to me...Samantha..."[/i][/color] If Samantha decides to replay the video again, the voice will only keep on occurring. In fact, it'll only cease whispering to her once she leaves the room. The longer she stays put, the louder it'll get. She might even realize who the voice is--it's the voice of Satan, whispering through the cracks of his cage. 

[@Witch Cat]: Daniyal's spell fails. Perhaps he's blinded by rage or grief, doesn't matter. The demons don't stay in motion, in fact, they do anything [i]but.[/i] Four of them begin to move forward, their eyes as dark as fury itself. Mephistopheles, however, orders for them to stay back. He snaps his fingers and the door behind Daniyal shuts. If he tries it, it won't open. [color=red]"Have you come to cash in on a favor, Danny boy?"[/color]
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ffcc]Aloise Zamora[/color][/h1][img]http://65.media.tumblr.com/21a5f90b743945c4396525004a14f4d8/tumblr_inline_n9w8jdc7A71rwt71l.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: An alleyway in Boise, Idaho
Interacting With: Liam Matthews [@Pundii][/center][hr][hr]Twirling her machete, Aloise jumped on top of the dumpster. Fangbangers were all around her, and she gritted her teeth, hearing her phone buzz. This [i]really[/i] wasn't the time for this. Hopefully it wasn't too important, as it'd have to wait. The leader of the small hoard jumped up at her, and she swung her blade, severing the head from the body. Almost mechanically, Aloise continued with the pattern: run, jump, slice, dodge, duck. The vamp's blood sprayed at her like a piñata bursting. 

[color=00ffcc]"Kid, you alright?"[/color] Aloise asked, rapping her hand twice against the dumpster. A tiny blonde haired girl, covered in dirt and debris, slowly climbed out. Aloise scooped her up, smiling widely at her. [color=00ffcc]"Now let's take you home, okay?"[/color]

The little girl nodded meekly, and told Aloise the directions to her home. It wasn't too far away, the poor thing had simply gone outside to chase the cat and gotten lost, wandered too far off. Holding her, Aloise smiled warmly, walking the two blocks it took to get to her house. She gently sat the girl down on the porch, and by the time her nervous parents came to collect their child, Aloise was already on her way. 

It was a thankless job, hunting. But she didn't do it for the fame or the glory. Aloise did it to help. Recalling the phone call, she pulled out her phone, wiping some of the blood that had fallen on the screen on her pants. A voicemail had been left by an unknown caller, she realized. Tapping on it, Aloise held it up to her ear, hearing the message playback. 

[color=00ffcc]"Guess I'm heading to Altsoba,"[/color] Aloise mused. She had been on her way anyways, making the long journey from San Diego to the new Death Capital of the United States. It would only be an eight hour drive from that point, and with a few dozen cans of Monster Energy, she'd be able to make do. It would've be the first time a hunter pulled an all nighter, after all. 

Tapping out a text message to the caller, Aloise sent the following: 

[center][i][color=00ffcc]To: Liam Matthews 
Should be there at 0400. Stay indoors, silver tends to be helpful for shifters. -A.[/color][/i][/center] 
Returning her phone to her pocket, Aloise unlocked her yellow bug, and climbed inside. It had started to smell like death and decay, mostly because of the conditions that her work demanded. Wiping her face with her hand, Aloise punched in driving directions to Altsoba on her phone. Chugging her first of many cans of Monster Energy, she'd be there in a little under eight hours. 
[hr][hr][h1][center][color=FA5858]Howard Brighton[/color][/center][/h1][center]
[img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/84eccf41a725bf7a5d9e1ed0e69dde2e/tumblr_inline_o4bt8jw8VP1rfmocr_500.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: Forgotten Relics - The Shopping District
Interacting With: Darren Andrews [@Pundii], Mitsukuri Katsumi and Zachary Carpenter[@BlueSky44] [/center][hr][hr]Howard frowned slightly, picking at a hole in his suit. One of Darren's bullets had flown astray, nicking the fine fabric. While he himself was unharmed, he couldn't help but despair for the harm that came to his garment. It certainly hadn't asked to be involved with any of this. 

[color=FA8585]"Aren't you a little young to be threatening people?"[/color] Howard questioned, glancing at Katsumi. She either was a teenager acting tough, or a really short adult attempting to compensate. Leaning backwards against the counter, Howard's fingers curled around the blade Adriana had dropped. [color=FA8585]"As I was about to say before I was so [i]rudely[/i] interrupted, she was after this."[/color]

He twirled it in his fingers slightly, a strange burning sensation in his hand. [color=FA8585]"I believe the girl called it an angel blade. Naturally, I wasn't going to hand over something that could make a fine piece in my collection...Though I must admit, katanas are more my style."[/color]

Grinning at the group, Howard held his hands together as if in prayer. The bodies of Jade Cornish and Adriana Byrd were slumped on the ground, each of them with unfinished business, with unfinished stories. The darkness outside mirrored the darkness those two felt, and Howard moved to the back cabinet of his shop, pulling out four glasses, and filling them with liquor. [color=FA8585]"I hope you won't mind me giving the girl a drink, sheriff. It [i]is[/i] the end of the world, is it not? Might as well give her a good experience before she dies in agony."[/color]
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=00ccff]Cecily Ashworth[/color][/h1][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/32c5b0136e1b163b542076690fb566bc/tumblr_inline_n0rcdqUc471rsud01.gif[/img][hr]Location: Altsoba Police Station
Interacting With: Scarlet Warrington [@Sohtem], Danica Graves [@Lady Amalthea][/center][hr][hr]Cecily nodded, jotting down Danica's food request. As rude and abrasive as Danica was acting, all of the glorious references the girl spat off made Cecily smile. It wasn't all too often that she met someone else who appreciated the world of comic books. She accepted the evidence, putting it on the only bit of spare space behind her she could find, and turned around to face Danica. 

[color=00ccff]"You'll find Hanson in the..."[/color] she trailed off, realizing the Brunette had left already. That was one issue taken care of, then. She returned her attention to Scarlet, biting her lip ever so slightly. It was within the procedures to not turn over evidence without proof of identity and proof of authorization. Her eyes flickered to the ever growing pile of evidence, the reports of the supernatural and the paranormal flooding in by the minute. 

[i]Question reality,[/i] one of her favorite superheroes had always said. [color=00ccff]"Fuck it. It's not like we'll all still be alive for me to be chewed out for letting you have access,"[/color] Cecily said, standing up from the desk. [color=00ccff]"We've only got a handful of officers left, and I haven't heard from the other forensic tech still in town all day. Morgue is overcrowded with John and Jane Does. All the files we have are here, right behind me."[/color]