[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] [@Nallore][/center][hr][hr][@BlueSky44]: [url=http://65.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltpjj44WMI1qiaws4o1_500.gif]Decker[/url] wordlessly floors it, causing the car to speed off away from the scene. The woman is covered in blood, but it doesn't phase her. Zach won't remember the woman, and the amateur radio set up in the vehicle indicates this wasn't the first time she was communicating on police frequencies. A baseball bat sits on the floor of the car, grey matter splattered over it. [color=23D5B7]"You've got questions,"[/color] Decker says, more of a statement than a question of her own. She keeps her eyes fixed on the road, driving towards the Jefferson Family farm. 

[@BlueSky44]: Katsumi is in luck! As she heads into her apartment, everything is largely the way she left it. On the shelf, there is a text in particular that may help. Written by Frances Tate in 1923, the book details the Rise of the Witnesses. It comes with the instructions for ending it as well, including a specific spell. This spell requires the sacrifice of a person who has arisen from hell. The lifeblood must be then used to drawn the symbol of Hel, a Norse goddess. Of course, as the book sleeve informs the reader, Frances Tate was a member of the Bloomsbury Set, and was later institutionalized. It isn't very likely that Frances Tate has much to offer, sadly...

[@Pundii]: Aloise nods, motioning for Liam to follow her. Weapon in hand, she makes her way down the stairs, only to pause and motion for him to avert his gaze. Sam and Mrs. Hudson are still down there, no one having found their corpses yet. Sam's is still fresh, while Mrs. Hudson's is at least a few hours old. The former marine grimaces a bit, before asking Liam if he's alright to keep on going. Death isn't easy for people to just see and forget about. 

[@Witch Cat]: Eudora draws the death card. 

[@Nallore] [@Witch Cat]: Consider it shell shock, but the boy doesn't respond right away. The boy turns his head and faces Sera, the blood still staining his face. He holds up his pudgy little fingers, before whispering. [color=red]"Your father is angry with you, Seraphina. He's going to kill you~!"[/color] And then, the little thing cackles, before dashing off quickly and out of sight. He vanishes into the woods, and neither Sera or Sylvia will be able to find him. What the hell was that all about?

[@Lady Amalthea]: Oh, if only it was that easy...Sadly, Amy's prayers are not answered. Instead, Hanson practically rolls his eyes at her, having given up on the prospect that any sort of god existed ages ago. [color=#ffcc66]"I can't think of a good explanation for this but...He needs a vessel to live, to walk around and shit. Without one, he's toast. And angels can't just possess people like demons, so he needs your say-so to be able to stroll on in and ride your ass like a bitch to prom. But because he's the fucking devil, not just any person'll do. Most people can't hold 'im, they'd go [i]splat[/i] after a few minutes."[/color]
[hr][hr][center][color=#009999][h1]Mercurial Crypt[/h1][/color][img]https://s16.postimg.org/66vb0ksud/mercurial1.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: Crypt Manor
Interacting With: Belladonna [@Lady Amalthea] and Javier [@Pundii][/center][hr][hr]As soon as Javier said the words [i]grocery trip[/i], Mercurial shifted slightly. Her eyes remained shut and her body mostly still, accept for the tightening of her pale hands. In less than a minute, she jolted up, her eyes wide and filled with terror. The young adult shook slightly in horror and fear, the unnatural and forced smile creeping up on her face. 

[color=009999]"I had the most horrible nightmare..."[/color] Mercurial shuddered. [color=009999]"It was suburbia."[/color] She took a calming breath, before shoving the blanket Javier put on her to the ground, and got up off of the couch. Her head was pounding, but the pain didn't bother her. She was used to pain -- enjoyed it, even. Torture was one of her favorite pastimes, something she had in common with her closest friend, her best accomplice. 

[color=009999]"It was utterly despicable of you to speak of [i]groceries[/i] when I was resting in peace,"[/color] Mercurial said coolly, eyeing her father. She clasped her hands, before approaching her mother, noticing with a slight curiosity the book on healing. [color=009999]"Healing magic as well? What happened to the electric chairs and firing squads of my childhood?"[/color] She couldn't help but muse this was some sort of cruel joke, a trick in order to force her to move out, and find a mausoleum of her own to inhabit. Eyeing the rest of the mess in the house, as well as the deformed and trapped corpses, Mercurial smiled slightly with her cold eyes. It was a beautiful display to say the least, a true work of art. 

[color=009999]"It seems the dark forces' crusades have begun, Mother. Will you be joining them?"[/color]
[hr][hr][center][color=339933][h1]Jade Cornish[/h1][/color][img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/d685e8c44603468636c5edcdf5663e9e/tumblr_nya7daiKsh1ugg7a9o2_500.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: 1 Grant Road
Interacting With: Darren [@Pundii][/center][hr][hr]Jade raised her eyebrow, before realizing Darren wasn't joking. [color=339933]"Jesus,"[/color] Jade shook her head, cracking her wrists a bit. The entire world had become a much more messed up place than when she had woken up the previous day. It used to be that her demons only remained inside of her head, or at the bottom of a bottle of gin. And now, they were all out and about, feasting on the innocents of the world and gaining more real estate than just Hell's Kitchen. 

[color=339933]"Good thing for you I was a private eye before I worked homicides,"[/color] Jade joked, a bit bitter with her words. The place seemed safe, as she poked around, searching each and every spot she could think up. The entire time, her head pounded, jeering and taunting her. The temptation to take a blade and rip open her skin was palpable, and at points, almost unbearable. Her mind had been a shitty place to be before she went to hell. And now that she was back, the situation was hardly improved in the slightest. 

Whistling to call Darren's attention over to her, Jade crouched down by the fireplace. There appeared to be bits of glitter, blue and purple, glistening among the carpet fibers. Frowning deeply to herself, she couldn't recall Howard even owning [i]anything[/i] that sparkled, let alone something that would lose its sequins and charms. It didn't match up with the mental profile Jade crafted for herself, of the refined collector. Drumming her fingers, Jade's eyes widened a bit, recalling a case that made the news years back, before she even moved to Altsoba. 

[color=339933]"We need to check the bloody prison,"[/color] Jade finally said, clenching her hand into a fist. [color=339933]"I think I know the bastard that took the blade."[/color]