[hr][hr][center][img]https://s8.postimg.org/vanwock1h/ch2.png[/img][hr][img]http://www.reactiongifs.com/r/2013/10/Too-Spooky-WTF-Reaction-Gif.gif[/img][hr][@Nallore][@Witch Cat][@Pundii][@FantasyChic][/center][hr][hr][i][b][color=9999ff]December 28th, 2016[/color] - Coventry Horrors, Fifth Floor[/b][/i] 

	Hanson took Emmie's hand, but his face tightened as he mentioned his loss. "Never knew the piece o' shit," Hanson grumbled, and Andromeda looked over at Emmie awkwardly. She mouthed the word [i]half-brother[/i] to Emmie, as Hanson shuffled off and began fixing himself a cup of coffee. The smell filled the entire floor within a few moments, and Andromeda continued to leaf through [i]Dr. Faustus[/i], looking for a good description of Mephistopheles. 

	[color=9999ff]"I think so,"[/color] Andromeda nodded. [color=9999ff]"Marlowe wrote this play about a German doctor who sold his soul--the primary demon was Mephistopheles. Why he killed Dad, I don't know...But it's a start."[/color] 

	"That fucking scumbag," Hanson muttered, his eyes narrowed. It didn't take much to guess that Hanson had history with that particular demon. Emmie likely had heard about Detective Hanson some, the man most blamed for the apocalypse. He was the one who summoned Mephistopheles in the first place, who kicked off all of the events, who was blamed for all of the deaths. O.M.E.N. had been hunting him for months. 

	As Aloise, Sera, and Keenan came down the staircase, they'd be able to hear Andromeda, Hanson, and Emmie on the fifth floor--and vice versa. A moment later, Andromeda had opened the door, and recognizing the private investigator she hired, allowed them inside. [color=9999ff]"We found the son of a bitch,"[/color] Andromeda told Sera, while Aloise frowned deeply as she spotted Hanson. 

	[color=00ffcc]"We have some questions about the hotel for you,"[/color] Aloise said, too used to taking charge, even though this was Seraphina's case. 

[i][b][color=9999ff]December 28th, 2016[/color] - Cirque Anomaly[/b][/i]

	Boris waves Lilith off, looking like he's hardly listening to her. He's more preoccupied with wandering around his daughter's area, finding her possessions. He takes one of the tea cups and stares at it for a moment, before crushing it in his fists. "Who said anything about wanting the little slut back?" Boris said darkly, before his face brightened up and he descended into more laughter. 

	"I have [i]several[/i] ideas!" Boris boasted, clapping his hands together. His face is in the most innocent and creepy of grins, a twisted smile that would frighten even the Devil to witness. "But you know what I hate? [i]Plans.[/i] They're the most boring little things! It's so much fun to twist them, to poke them, and watch how the planners scramble to put things back together...Agent of Chaos, that's me~!"

	He paused for a moment, picking up his daughter's journal again. A tear slid down his heavily make-up'ed face. "She loved graveyards," Boris said strangely, a hollow sound to his voice. It won't be clear to Lilith whether or not he is lying. 

[i][b][color=9999ff]December 28th, 1929[/color] - Coventry Horrors, Attic[/b][/i]

	Fairfax seems to warm up instantly to Eudora, putting his goggles back on his head as he nods excitedly. "Yes, yes! She is a funny girl, I could imagine my Amiyra using that name," Fairfax explained, looking around the attic again as if he'd notice Folly in one of the corners. There was no one else there, though voices drifted up from the floors below in the hotel. He grimaces slightly when shaking Liam's hand, since the man hadn't introduced himself. 

	"Are you from the future as well, then?" Fairfax asked, looking more towards Eudora than Liam. "Amiyra's told me all about it...Though, I suppose she's run off again, hasn't she? The girl's hard to catch. Always running and climbing about. Though, she is an acrobat in your time, isn't she?" he mused, before glancing over towards the wardrobe. His eyes widened slightly, watching the way it shook, as if near bursting. 

	"That's new..." Fairfax murmured, instinctively stepping back. The wardrobe then burst open, with the sound of an inhuman scream. A moment later, it had snapped shut again, as if nothing had happened. The only difference, of course, was that they were once again missing the Prophet of the Lord. Fairfax looked uneasily over towards Eudora. "Is that normal?"

[i][b][color=9999ff]December 28th, 2016[/color] - Location Unknown[/b][/i]

	Liam must be getting a bit used to be violently sucked up and thrown about by wardrobes at this point. He is a bit battered and bruised by the time he falls to the ground. When he looks behind him, there is no wardrobe in sight. The room is shrouded in darkness for the most part, with a solitary hooded figure locked in a cage. The cage is surrounded with salt and the bars are made of iron. Chains keep the cloaked figure in the cage, and the figure continues to scream for help. 

	It is the cloaked figure from his vision. "Prophet! Prophet!" the figure screams, with a near sense of relief. "Help me!"