[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][@Nallore] [@Witch Cat]: You two are good to go for now. Proceed as normal, my friends. ^^ Seems LLA has given you a bit of a respite from the blood and gore. 

[@Lady Amalthea]: [color=#ffcc66]"That's a long ass story..."[/color] Hanson begins, before stopping for a moment. [color=#ffcc66]"And we'll be here a long ass time, so why the hell not? I'll make it simple if I can. I was doing a...a ritual, y'know, and some snot nosed reporter saw me. Took care of him. But you see, things around here have a habit of coming back to bite you in the ass, and his ghost became what's called a buruburu--think of it like a disease ghosts give to people who are like the shits that killed them. Some other sons of bitches in town probably were hurtin' as well. Only by burning Moses' corpse could the curse be reversed. So yeah, ghost sickness. Some trippy and corny shit."[/color]

[@BlueSky44]: [color=23D5B7]"I'm a process server by trade,"[/color] Decker began, keeping her eyes on the road ahead of her. They had left town proper and were speeding towards the farm, with the woman hardly paying attention to the speed limit. [color=23D5B7]"But I am licensed for some investigation work. The Jeffersons hired me to look into their cattle deaths, suspected foul play. It was a paycheck."[/color] She doesn't offer any other explanations, however, as she slows the car down. In the middle of the road, [url=https://66.media.tumblr.com/86e15ecc581a3910f2c0f647e3af134b/tumblr_inline_ocx9p6ZyUX1sebavk_500.gif]this man[/url] appears out of nowhere, dropping a body to the ground. I'm sure you know what happens next. Snapping his fingers, the car explodes--killing the Sheriff and Decker along with it. 

[@BlueSky44]: Kat gets a lovely look at the city as she leaves the apartment. Most of the undead had already been killed, due to the events at the Crypt Manor. If Altsoba didn't look like the end of the world the day before, it certainly does now. Cars have crashed into each other, power lines are down and sparks fly, chaos and disorder have taken over. Bodies line the streets, some of them the undead, some of them innocents. There is no one around, but the vibe is unsettling to say the least. 

[@Pundii]: Jade chuckles a bit at Darren's joke, appreciating the humor amidst all of the darkness. For what it looks like outside, see the description directly above, written for Katsumi. Though, she noticed his slight discomfort. [color=339933]"What? Spent time behind bars yourself?"[/color] Jade asked, half joking, half serious in tone. Her theory was a small one, especially since the serial killer in question -- known as the Joker to the public -- had been put in maximum security. And there was the problem of motive, but a theory was a theory. [color=339933]"Ready?"[/color]

[@Pundii]: Aloise pauses for a moment, before just laughing. A genuine smile is plastered on her face, as if Liam emptying his stomach was the best thing that had happened that day. And in a way, it was. It takes her a moment to recollect herself, but then she leads the pair of them outside, making it over to her yellow bug. After getting in, she'll ask Liam for directions--hopefully, he knows how to get to the nearest church. 

[hr][hr][center][color=#009999][h1]Mercurial Crypt[/h1][/color][img]https://s13.postimg.org/m8x5difuv/mercurial2.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: Crypt Manor
Interacting With: Belladonna [@Lady Amalthea] and Javier [@Pundii][/center][hr][hr]Mercurial listened to her mother as she spoke of the feast, having already finished her funeral preparations ages ago. She enjoyed to plan ahead, and in fact, her email address was InMemoryOfMercurial@gmail.com. The coffin she slept in each night would do perfectly for a funeral, and tucked away inside her room, she had left detailed instructions as to how to dispose of her corpse and possessions. She had been looking forward to the day of her demise for a long time. 

[color=009999]"I suppose that is perfectly alright,"[/color] Mercurial replied. [color=009999]"Feasting on one's enemies has always been a part of my ideal funeral. It's a shame I'll have to miss it."[/color] Her father's antics produced not even an eye roll from his (teenaged?) daughter. The only supply of blood she possessed in the house had been pilfered from the last blood drive, he was quite well aware of that. She didn't need to keep his blood in storage. A needle wasn't hard to come by, and she doubted her father would protest at her taking his lifeblood. 

And while potions and curses did not interest her [i]nearly[/i] as much as a clean, practical, and efficient murder, Mercurial couldn't help but ponder where her parents would go for the blood of a healer. The hospital would present a practical solution, but most of the so-called healers there had no knowledge of the old ways. Musing that her parents would likely head to visit Madame Violca, or perhaps even Father Kings the so-called faith healer, Mercurial turned her attention to the carnage in the home. There would be others around town, other perfect beasts to conquer. Slipping her gas mask out of her bag, Mercurial held her matches and lighter in her other hand. 

[color=009999]"Father, Mother, don't wait up,"[/color] Mercurial said coolly. [color=009999]"I believe it's time I perform my civic duty. And I need to stock up on kerosene as well. I'm afraid I'm a few ounces too short."[/color]