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[img]https://media.tenor.com/images/25172a2c3008f107ebc54a72338bcef5/tenor.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr]	[i]World News Now[/i], formerly anchored by the missing Amelia Pilkvist, continues to serve as one of the dominant news sources in America. Steven Isaak, a formerly retired news anchor at the age of 67, generously stepped in to fill the vacancy. While there were plans to replace him, no one seems to want the job, claiming that Ms. Pilkvist was abducted by a government agency for [i]knowing too much.[/i] 

	"Good afternoon', folks," Isaak greeted gruffly, shuffling the papers in front of him. While Altsoba enjoyed loads of media coverage, with all of the horrific events that happened--rivaling those in New York in 2014--Coventry did not have that much attention. Serial killers don't always warrant ratings, after all. "This mornin', Rupert Cornish, MP, Secretary of State for Foreign and Commonwealth Affairs arrived in Washington."

	Isaak made a face at the camera, as if trying to understand why [i]anyone[/i] cared about some old Tory. "While he's here on a diplomatic trip, there are talks of him soon appointing a new chief of the Secret Intelligence Service. We can only hope that this godforsaken man doesn't screw up."

	There was a silence, before Isaak flipped his finger at the camera. "That's it. I'm Steve Isaak, folks, and farewell! May God have mercy on your yuppie souls." 

	It was not long until the emission faded to black, and somewhere, in a recording room, Steve Isaak was quickly and carefully fired. 
[hr][hr][center][img]https://s8.postimg.org/vanwock1h/ch2.png[/img][hr][img]https://m.popkey.co/2e4eb1/bgK3o.gif[/img][hr][@Nallore][@Witch Cat][@Pundii][@FantasyChic][@BlueSky44][/center][hr][hr][i][b][color=9999ff]December 28th, 2016[/color] - Coventry Horrors, Fifth Floor[/b][/i] 

	Aloise nodded. She imagined that Sera must have had a designated guardian for Emmie, just in case something happened to her. Private investigations could go the wrong way sometimes, and with O.M.E.N. killing anyone that wasn't normal without remorse, there was always a risk. But even if Sera didn't leave behind a will, Aloise figured that she wouldn't want Emmie to go back to an orphanage or live on the streets either. 

	[color=00ffcc]"Did Sera have a guardian picked out for you, just in case?"[/color] Aloise asked. [color=00ffcc]"If not, don't worry about it...Liam and I always have room for one more."[/color] It would probably be the safest thing for her, anyways. Protected by two hunters. And the girl would likely know how to hunt by the time this was all over. 

	[color=00ffcc]"Yeah, I'll go and get some of her things,"[/color] Aloise nodded, rubbing Emmie's back comfortingly, before stepping inside. A few moments later she returned, holding Sera's possessions. [color=00ffcc]"We'll keep these safe for you--and give her a hunter's funeral."[/color]

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

	Fairfax looked at Eudora sheepishly, before shaking his head. Although he could guess that they were in the circus, as nowhere else in Coventry had tents and photographs of people in circus gear, he didn't know a way out. "Nope. Can't say I've ever been, only went to the circus once or twice...Amiyra brought me once, she took to the place rather well," Fairfax mused. "Gypsy folk are like that, I s'pose, close knit bunch, keeping the family together, even if there's a large generational gap with one being from the future and all."

	As Eudora searches through Fiodora's possessions, some of it is rather par for the course. There are costumes and gowns, books and photographs, necklaces and earrings. There is a deck of playing cards with a bullet hole through the middle, with the edges of the hole frayed, as if the cards were still used. A delicate set of throwing knives are put to one side. 

	However, the most interesting item that Eudora will find is not strictly one of Fiodora's per se. Our resident witch's eyes will fall upon a dusty old book, sitting on top of a pile of crates. There are two thumbprints on the cover, as if someone had disturbed it not too recently, but had not bothered to clean off the layer of dust that had accumulated. 

	[i]Amari Parranitch[/i] is written on the cover, the words practically faint. The book appears to be at least over a century old. 

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

	Strong couldn't help but feel like the two mildly self-centered women in front of him were losing their patience with him. While this might have angered some, Strong instead felt a little sad. He knew that he wasn't the smartest person around, but he always figured what he lacked in brains he made up for in character. And, of course, muscles. He was easily the strongest person in the circus, physically speaking. 

	"The museum? It's in the historical district," Strong chimed in. And then realizing that his sudden stroke of "genius" might have drawn attention, he quickly offered an explanation. "Took my grandkids there a few months ago when they visited." 

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

	As Liam fumbles about with the stapler, no miracle appears to come. The chains remain as firm as ever, the hooded figure continues to writhe about in pain, and the bespectacled man grins at him all the while. The man snaps his fingers and the stapler flies away, landing in his hand. He gives a look at Liam, as if to say [i]is that really the best you can do?[/i] before tucking the stapler away into a pocket. 

	[color=red]"That's a bit rude...and underwhelming,"[/color] the geek sighs, cleaning his glasses on his shirt. He then snapped his fingers again, and Liam found himself flung against the wall. His head pounds a bit from the impact, but he doesn't stumble. He can't, really, as chains snake their way around him and hold him in tight. The man looks positively delighted, seeing a job well done. 

	[color=red]"You want me to monologue now, don't you?"[/color] the man chuckled. [color=red]"I was saving it for tonight, along with the grand reveal...But Mal over here, she's heard it all already. Might bore her a bit--though that's the least of her concerns, is it? Did she tell you what she is, Prophet? How [i]she[/i] fetches souls and takes them to the beyond? If you've ever lost anyone...Well, blame her."[/color]