[hr][hr][center][img]https://s8.postimg.org/vanwock1h/ch2.png[/img][hr][img]https://68.media.tumblr.com/f86feec72dbb8f25ed41ea2f3e02259c/tumblr_ogo9iq6gAc1u9yiolo1_500.gif[/img][hr][@Nallore][@Witch Cat][@Pundii][@FantasyChic][@BlueSky44][/center][hr][hr][i][b][color=9999ff]December 28th, 2016 - 6:25 P.M. Local Time[/color] - Cirque Anomaly, Main Tent[/b][/i]

	Faust shook his head, laughing darkly as if he had been told the most sadistic and unoriginal joke possible. He shoved the knife back into Thalia's wound, twisting it as to cause an unimaginable amount of pain. It'll be all Thalia can do to listen to him and keep herself conscious at this point. Maybe she'd be able to fight if she's lucky, but this is borderline torture at the moment. [color=red]"Do you expect me to believe that, you stupid whore?"[/color] Faust shouted. [color=red]"We have not come this far to have [i]you[/i] meddle in our plans..."[/color]

	Boris giggled, practically forgetting that he was in the process of crushing Lilith's lungs. With the spritely grace of a young man, he leapt to his feet and looked around for a bit of applause. "I wasn't going to kill her!" Boris explained, winking at Lilith. "I just hurt her, really, really, bad..."

	"Thalia, get away from that man!" the ringmaster called out, completely oblivious to the sound of a [i]whoosh[/i] as someone mounted the trapeze and began to soar across the stage. The small blur went through the air, legs hooked around the pole and arms outstretched. A few feet away from reaching the small group gathered on the circus stage, the figure unhooked their legs from the trapeze and did almost a flip in the air, their feet and weight pushing Faust to the ground as they landed on his back. 

	"You talk too much," Folly scowled, moving one of her feet to rest on Faust's head.
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=9999ff]Andromeda Aldrich[/color][/h1][img]https://68.media.tumblr.com/777ee677fd223ab64e9c9852ed0a847e/tumblr_nzir2fpqtO1u8e844o2_500.gif[/img][hr][color=9999ff][b]Location[/b][/color]: Circus Grounds Entrance - December 28th, 2016 - 6:25 P.M. Local Time
[color=9999ff][b]Interacting With[/b][/color]: Emmie Adams [@Nallore], Eudora Erebus [@Witch Cat], and John Fairfax[/center][hr]	Fairfax blushed slightly at Eudora's concern. Truthfully, the man was feeling much better, ever since Folly had left the police station. He didn't pretend to understand it himself, though it worried him. The girl had lived a hard and lonely life, and he considered her to be his friend. How could he help her if he could not be near her? "I'm much better, thank you," Fairfax told Eudora with a bit of a smile. 

	[color=9999ff]"No, I think sticking together may work just as well,"[/color] Andromeda admitted, tucking a lock of white hair behind her ear. [color=9999ff]"And we have the woman who killed the antichrist with us. I'm sure it'll be fine,"[/color] Andromeda finished. 

	She was a control freak, but she had to admit that Eudora sticking nearby may be more help. It was a bit of a convoluted and elegant plan they had before, one that assumed they'd be able to lure out Mephistopheles and have Eudora and Fairfax help to take him by surprise, wherever he was. But as long as they could reach him before he could do any serious damage to Folly, the plan should work. And for whatever reason, Mephistopheles wanted them there in the circus this evening. There was strength in numbers.

	"Let's be off, then?" Fairfax asked, looking at the group. 
[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 - December 28th, 2016 - 6:25 P.M. Local Time
[color=00ffcc][b]Interacting With[/b][/color]: Olivia Johnson [@Nallore][/center][hr]	Aloise nodded as Olivia explained that sulfur had been found on Fiodora's corpse. It was one of the easiest indicators of a demon, meaning that Fiodora Valeska was killed by one. She had surmised as much already, given that Andromeda had deduced that Sal was killed by Mephistopheles, but it was good to confirm. Aloise doubted that the O.M.E.N. leaders' bodies would be here in Coventry, imagining that they were in a morgue in Washington D.C. somewhere. However, she could check on Sal's body. 

	[color=00ffcc]"And the other victim, Sal Aldrich? Was sulfur found on his body as well?"[/color] Aloise questioned. She didn't want to find out later on that it was more complicated than just a demon here in Coventry. When they killed the thing, she wanted this all to be over. And she'd want a damn good explanation from [i]someone[/i] about what that wardrobe was. Liam still was missing and she hadn't seen nor heard from anyone else that vanished. Not to mention the fact that Seraphina had been shot by a sniper and Aloise still had no ideas as to what happened. 

	It was days like these that she wished she worked with more hunters. Liam was still in training, after all. [color=00ffcc]"Excuse me, one moment,"[/color] Aloise said, as she looked down at her phone and saw the messages and missed call from Liam. She smiled earnestly, feeling relief as she opened the photograph of the girls with the flowers. She couldn't tell much from the photograph--they could've just been teenage delinquents--but looks could be deceiving. Snapping a picture and sending a text back to Liam, she put her phone away. 

	[color=00ffcc]"Sorry, colleague of mine,"[/color] Aloise explained, acting as if she had just been texted an update about the 'biohazard' case. [color=00ffcc]"You know how biohazards can get--never can be too thorough in research."[/color]
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[img]https://media.giphy.com/media/DfMPX7U9UIQI8/giphy.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr]	Liam's phone will buzz, alerting him that he has received a text. It's from Aloise, thankfully. It seems that she finally got a chance to look at her phone, and from the selfie that she replied with, her location is obvious. There's a corpse next to her on a slab, indicating that she is in the morgue. As for the text itself, well, it makes the corpse look nearly harmless. It also makes Aloise's nickname of 'Captain America' perhaps a bit more ironic. 

[center][color=00ffcc][i]I don't care if you're a prophet. If you do anything stupid, I'll kill you dead.[/i][/color][/center]
	There was more movement in the train station, of course. No trains had arrived yet and it became clear why as an announcement was made over the intercom. The Organization for the Methodical Eradication of Necromantics has temporarily shut down the station, in order to search for a fugitive that needs to be detained for questioning. No more trains will be coming into the station and all of the exits are quickly being blocked off by security. No one can enter and no one can leave. 

	The brunette that Liam followed hanged up her call, appearing mildly vexed at the news. Leaning against the train station wall, she seemed prepared to wait until the train came and the entire mess was finished. She didn't look scared or nervous at all. Perhaps she wasn't guilty or perhaps she was just too accustomed to this type of job. But of course, the same couldn't be said for the girls with flowers in their hair, and Aloise hadn't texted Liam any theories as to what they could be. 

	The brunette set her bag down on the floor and looked around as the intercom went off throughout the train station, letting out a slightly annoyed sigh as the OMEN agents that were there locked down the train station. Her attention then turned over towards Liam as she watched him take a selfie of himself, with the two of them in the picture as well.

	[color=fdc68a]"He took our photograph,"[/color] the blonde whispered quietly to her friend, nodding over towards Liam. [color=fdc68a]"Perhaps you should get inside his head. There's a bench here for you to sit on while you do so."[/color]

	When the blonde whispered into her ear she looked at her, and then over towards Liam she was curious if he was working for OMEN as well and nodded slightly and smirked. [color=cyan]"Sounds like a plan to me."[/color] She whispered back, before getting into character. [color=cyan]"Guess we will be here for awhile, I guess I will take a little nap while we wait."[/color] She said and gave her friend a quick kiss on the cheek, acting like they were a couple the brunette then moved over towards the bench. She set the bag down and leaned back somewhat using her bag as if it was a pillow, then closed her eyes as if she was going to take a quick nap while they all waited.

	The blonde smirked slightly and shook her head, a bit surprised that her friend had kissed her cheek. Those who knew the blonde were well aware that she had an extraordinarily high body temperature, usually surprising and shocking everyone who brushed her skin by accident, such as when shaking her hand. She figured it wouldn't be long until her friend had gotten inside of Liam's head, though she was quite curious if she intended to possess him or just meddle with his thoughts. 

	As the brunette's body [i]'slept'[/I] her spirit left her body, which gently brushed past her friend's shoulder which was usually what she did to let her know that she was on the move then moved directly over towards Liam. [I][color=cyan]"I want you to strip yourself naked, and then approach the closest woman and flirt with her."[/color][/I] Planting that thought into Liam's head, her spirit brushed past the blonde's once more before slowly opening her eyes slightly smirking slightly at the suggestion she put into his head, it would make a funny little distraction for the OMEN Agents.