[hr][hr][center][img]https://s8.postimg.org/vanwock1h/ch2.png[/img][hr][img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/e6/03/c4/e603c4ca33dde4d418449de60021c16a.gif[/img][hr][@Nallore][@Witch Cat][@Pundii][@FantasyChic][@BlueSky44][/center][hr][hr][i][b][color=9999ff]December 28th, 2016[/color] - Police Station, Records Office[/b][/i]	
	
	Folly hesitated slightly as Eudora pulled her aside. Fairfax wasn't regaining any color in his face, with the healing spell showing no sign of working. The girl bit her lip before whispering her answer to Eudora, her voice so low and quiet that no one else would be able to hear her. "He's my great-great grandfather," Folly explained, looking towards the floor. She offered no explanation other than that. 

	[color=9999ff]"...I guess that's why the police never came,"[/color] Andromeda observed, as Fairfax collapsed to the ground once more. The man was having difficulty breathing, yet there was still a hint of a smile on his face. It was the look of a child who had learned a secret that he mustn't ever know, a beautiful and delightful secret. Folly couldn't bare to look at him, hiding her face. A moment later, Folly left through the doors of the records office, walking through the maze of frozen cops without another word. 

	By the time Folly left the building, the color had returned to Fairfax and his breathing had steadied. It was as if her presence was the factor in the immense pain he felt. Of course, he didn't say any such thing. Instead, he just sheepishly rubbed his head and muttered some apologies for holding everyone up. 

	"Let's be on our way, then? If things haven't changed, the circus grounds aren't too far from here."

	[color=9999ff]"The site hasn't moved in a century, as far as I'm aware,"[/color] Andromeda pointed out. [color=9999ff]"But Fairfax...Are you sure this is a good idea for you?"[/color]

	"Amiyra needs me," Fairfax countered, smiling sadly. "You know, in her culture, children aren't told their real name until they reach adulthood. There's power in a name..."

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

	The ringmaster shook his head at Lilith, laughing a bit sadly. The look in his eyes was one that Lilith had seen on many occasions. There were those who truly believed in her gift and then there were those who believed in it as it suited them. To track down someone they needed found? Sure, the ringmaster believed. But Lilith telling him that an innocent little geek in a lab coat was a demon? It was a bit much for him to swallow. 

	"The show goes on, my dear. You know that by now," the ringmaster replied simply, ignoring the fact that it was only the pre-show rehearsal, and that the show itself wouldn't start for about fifty minutes. "I don't want to hear about this again. Boris is being...handled." The ringmaster grimaced a bit, before moving purposefully away from Lilith. Faust hadn't seemed to notice Lilith's conversation, continuing to stare fixedly at Thalia. 

	"You don't trust me?" Boris said quietly, turning sharply to face Thalia. His fingers curled and uncurled around the blade of his knife, as he took a few menacing steps forward. "After all we've been through, Thalia...If that's even your real name...I'm [i]hurt.[/i]" 

	"Hell, I'm more than hurt!" Boris cackled, his eyes boring into Thalia's skull. "I'm [i]angry.[/i] I'm betrayed. I'm...what is it my daughter's so fond of saying...? I'm [i]pissed off![/i]" His lips then practically shuddered their way into a frown as Boris let his knife fly, the blade embedding itself into Thalia's upper arm. While some might have figured that Boris wasn't aiming at all, that wasn't true. 

	He was aiming for her heart. 
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ffcc]Aloise Zamora[/color][/h1][img]http://www.peency.com/images/2014/12/20/raven-reyes.gif[/img][hr][color=00ffcc][b]Location[/b][/color]: The Morgue
[color=00ffcc][b]Interacting With[/b][/color]: Olivia Johnson [@Nallore][/center][hr]	Aloise gave a smile to Olivia, glad to see someone present in the station. The entire day had been too frantic and too confusing, with Aloise entirely unaware of the cops frozen in time in the station. It had been a stroke of luck that the coroner hadn't been there when everyone else became trapped in time. Posing as Dr. Cesira Lozada, Aloise straightened herself up as best as she could, prepared to play the part to the letter--all in hopes of finding Liam and bringing him to safety. She hadn't even checked her phone yet, she was so nervous and stressed. 

	[color=00ffcc]"Yes, hi. I'm Dr. Cesira Lozada from the CDC?"[/color] Aloise introduced herself, extending a hand. [color=00ffcc]"We got a tip about a potential biohazard with one of the corpses you've taken in recently--Fiodora Valeska. I need to be able to extract some samples and view the body, in order to ensure this thing is contained...We suspect bioterrorism may be a factor."[/color]

	She then forced a grimace, knowing that biohazard generally worked for a reason to get people to clear an area or allow her access to a body. She just had to hope that the coroner would buy it now and allow her to get access. Worst case scenario, she supposed, was that she'd knock the girl out and take what she needed anyways. But the more civil route was the better one, she felt.