[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] [@Witch Cat] [@Nallore]: Oi vey...This doesn't bode well, but fuck it, LLA decreed it so happen it shall. Seraphina attempts to kick the man in the head, but her foot slips and slides off of him. She is sent crashing to the ground, and the man takes advantage of her confusion, snatching the gun. From outside the shop, Sylvia can hear rapid gunfire. Two bullets hit their targets. Inside, Seraphina had been shot in the inside of the shoulder blade. And Katsumi, she had been shot through the kidney. Katsumi won't make it. 

[@Lady Amalthea] [@Pundii]: The two undead, one of them looking like a waitress and the other a librarian's assistant, trip over each other. They try to attack the lovebirds, but somehow, the utter rejection of reality seems to be paying off. That, or LLA is feeling merciful after Katsumi's death. One of them narrowly misses tackling Javier, as the other had lunged towards Belladonna at the same time. It's almost like a circus routine with two clowns, attempting to fight and failing miserably... 

[hr][hr][center][color=#009999][h1]Mercurial Crypt[/h1][/color][img]http://i.imgur.com/ad8R1wO.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: Outside the Burning Building
Interacting With: Eudora [@Witch Cat][/center][hr][hr]Mercurial raised an eyebrow, taking in the information from the forest witch. Hobos generally didn't have visions, those who did have them had some shred of talent, of a wasted magical gift. At the description of the man, Mercurial felt slightly at ease. It was no mystery stranger--it was likely just her father. He hadn't often been described as a devil, though she had read some historical accounts of his old [i]friends[/i], and the names they gave the man who refused to die. 

[color=009999]"I assure you, Satan and I are on quite good terms. We're pen pals,"[/color] Mercurial began, [color=009999]"but the person you described is my father. He may be a wicked beast, but he's as harmless as a firing squad."[/color]

The car zoomed towards them, before quickly passing them. Mercurial stared at it, watching as it went off into the distance. It was punctuated by the soft, subtle sound of gunfire. The town was already becoming all the better. It was a truly horrible day, and she wondered what other terrors were lurking in the darkness. At the witch's accusation of her being struck with fear, Mercurial left out a sigh. 

[color=009999]"I too wish I was immobilized with terror,"[/color] Mercurial said simply. [color=009999]"My parents try their best, but chainsaws and guillotines really lose their specialness after a few near death experiences."[/color] With her icy cold fingers, Mercurial broke the witch's grip, and then tilted her head slightly, as to pop her neck. Already, she was falling more and more behind schedule. The news that her father would be decapitated hardly phased her. Her father, Mercurial expected, would have much fun as a head--and her mother would be pleased, as he'd be incapable of wandering off by accident. 

[color=009999]"Best of luck in hell,"[/color] Mercurial wished, before adjusting her grip on her gas mask, ready to be on her morose way. 
[hr][hr][center][color=#00ffcc][h1]Aloise Zamora[/h1][/color][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/cf035024945c700eb4e76e0de761eb37/tumblr_inline_n9w5fwiSqv1rwt71l.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: the Church
Interacting With: Liam [@Pundii], Amy [@Lady Amalthea][/center][hr][hr]Hanson put his head down, trying to hold back his laughter. As bleak as things were, Amy only cracked more and more jokes. She would have done well in standup comedy. As much as he tried to take her words seriously, he was just seeing the events of the day through Amy's eyes--it must have been about the weirdest Promposal she'd ever experienced. 

[color=ffcc66]"That's the catch, isn't it? We can't,"[/color] Hanson grimaced. The supposed Marine and the Prophet seemed nice enough, but no one could be trusted now. Heck, he was still surprised that Amy had made the poor decision to trust him. It was the greatest irony he'd ever seen in his life. 

Aloise listened carefully to Amy's words, even those meant for Hanson. She knew all about sacrifices, and making tough choices. But if she could avoid it, she didn't want to kill Amy. Besides, Lucifer was an angel. He'd simply just bring her back to life, unless they scattered her into tiny particles all across the universe, to the extent that she could never be recreated. Killing Amy would only buy the world seconds. It wouldn't fix the problem. 

[color=00ffcc]"My plan is to trap the devil,"[/color] Aloise explained. [color=00ffcc]"Put him back in the cage that contained him."[/color] She hesitated for a moment. Truthfully, Aloise hadn't quite expected to make it this far. She knew the theory--that the devil could be put back inside of the cage--but she wasn't sure how to accomplish it. All she knew was a few of the requirements for the spell, and they wouldn't be easy to come by. They'd require the expertise of a witch. 

[color=00ffcc]"And if we did kill you, he'd just bring you back,"[/color] Aloise added. [color=00ffcc]"He's the devil. He doesn't care if you die, he'll just snap his fingers and bring you back again. Killing you isn't an option--and not one I'd take even if it was."[/color]