[hr][hr][center][img]https://s8.postimg.org/vanwock1h/ch2.png[/img][hr][img]https://media.giphy.com/media/11H7zCnyRhY5dS/giphy.gif[/img][hr][@Nallore][@Witch Cat][@Pundii][@FantasyChic][@BlueSky44][/center][hr][hr]	Did that leave you all feeling a little dazed and disoriented? It's only natural, I suppose. It isn't often that time explodes and implodes simultaneously, leaving those at the epicenter in a state that is both with and without time. No one can say for certain whether time is moving at the circus or if it has stopped. Checking a watch is useless as well. One minute, it could say midnight. The next, it might insist it was 5:22. Eventually, the poor thing might just break from the constant corrections. But aside from a few individuals, no one else in the world noticed the mess made of time. Only those at the circus are really aware of what's going on...

	Let's not forget about the angels and their daughters, though! I mentioned the kumakatok before, didn't I? Well, it is a little known fact that there is only one true way to kill a kumakatok. To do so, you must remove and burn their cloak. But with Eudora carrying the thing around with her, that poor creature isn't actually dead, no...It's simply...elsewhere? No, that isn't quite right either...But needless to say, Azrael won't be happy. The girl with the cloak was her favorite child. 

	And then there is Seraphina's adopted daughter, Emmie. Not only was Seraphina murdered by a stranger, but the murder in fact was arranged by one of the people standing near Seraphina when she died! Yes, that death was orchestrated and so far, it seems the betrayal has gone unremarked. It's a pity, that. But of course, Emmie may have other problems to think about now, considering that she is [b]the new Prophet of the Lord.[/b][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]: Cirque Anomaly, Main Tent - December 28th, 2016 - [color=00ccff]Who the Hell Even Knows When?![/color]
[color=9999ff][b]Interacting With[/b][/color]: Faust, Time Misfits, and the Demon Elimination Squad ([@BlueSky44][@Nallore][@Witch Cat][@FantasyChic][@Pundii])[/center][hr][hr]	Andromeda rubbed her head tenderly as she slowly sat up. She had landed on the floor of the stage, narrowly missing one of the many abandoned knives that were lying around. The entire fiasco hardly made any sense to her and the more she thought about it, the less she wanted to think about it all. Some of those moments they had intruded on, such as the pair of hospital scenes. Others didn't seem to be as reckless, but it wasn't natural in the slightest, traveling through time like that...

	Folly was lying where her corpse had been left, though she was breathing steadily now. She closed her eyes, remembering a few of the people who she had spotted. One of them appeared to be eerily familiar, like a best friend she had yet to meet. Shaking her head a bit, she felt for bruising on her neck, but none was there. All that remained was the scar from when her father had tried to kill her. It was as if her death at Mephistopheles or rather Faust's hands had never happened. 

	[color=00ccff]"That seems to be the question of the hour,"[/color] Cecily observed, hearing everyone ask where they were and what had happened. She wiped her eyes dry on her sleeve, imagining that the shock of the letter had driven her insane. There was no way that it was real, after all. Such a despicable man couldn't have been her father--her parents weren't that great, but they were her parents. The notion that she was adopted...that was silly. 

	"I believe time broke down," Fairfax observed, pleasantly surprised that time didn't seem to be attempting to murder him. He couldn't tell if Eudora's spell was still working or not. "As for the demon...It seems he has been impaled!"

	True to Fairfax's form, Faust was currently impaled on a mic stand. Given that he was a demon, it wasn't too serious as injuries went, but he also wasn't able to go very far. It might have been residual effects of the chaotic travels through time or perhaps he just couldn't be bothered to remove the iron rod from himself. Either way, this was the time to interrogate him, the time to finally get questions answered. Only a few others had sustained injuries during the trip. Katsumi had been grabbed by Faust during the travel, with a large burn on her back in the shape of his hand. It'll leave a permanent scar. Emmie and Daniyal had a few scrapes and bruises, but it wasn't too much of a worry. 
	
	[color=9999ff]"Eudora, bind him here somehow,"[/color] Andromeda suggested. [color=9999ff]"I know most of you are very confused, but I think Mephistopheles here has all the answers we're looking for..."[/color][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]: Gus' House - December 28th, 2016 - 6:55 P.M. Local Time
[color=00ffcc][b]Interacting With[/b][/color]: Olivia Johnson [@Nallore][/center][hr][hr]	Aloise ignored Olivia's use of strength to open up the door. She had been a marine after all and had met plenty of people who prided themselves on doing tricks like that. Of course, what Aloise [i]didn't[/i] know was that Gus' doorknob was notoriously stiff. Only someone with extreme strength would've been able to snap the lock in such a manner. It was in Olivia's best interest that Aloise hadn't noticed. Otherwise, Aloise might've come to the conclusion that Olivia was the demon. 

	Inside the house, things were normal for the most part. Dishes were still in the sink, laundry was inside a bin outside of what looked to be a cramped laundry room, a book was open on the couch. Normal, ordinary, definitely not demon activities, right? Aloise moved around the house with caution, running her hands over a stack of newspapers. There was every edition for a few years, with a few exceptions. The papers from the last few days were missing. 

	In the kitchen, the sink was a sorry sight once Aloise looked at it more closely. Maggots were amongst the dirty plates, with milk in a glass partially solid. Frowning, it would be obvious to anyone that Gus hadn't been there in ages. But for someone like Olivia, his scent could be tracked--all the way to the circus. [color=00ffcc]"I was afraid of this,"[/color] Aloise sighed. [color=00ffcc]"We need to find him quickly--there's not much time. Any idea where he could've gone?"[/color] She was already mentally preparing an excuse to look at the circus, figuring that in five minutes, he would be there. His plan would begin then, Aloise was certain. [hr][hr][center][h1][color=fdc68a]October Crypt[/color][/h1][img]https://s4.postimg.org/ql9j3uhyl/october4.gif[/img][hr][color=fdc68a][b]Location[/b][/color]: Salem Train Station - December 28th, 2016 - 6:55 P.M. Local Time
[color=fdc68a][b]Interacting With[/b][/color]: Carolina Reed [@Nallore], Detective Hanson, Agent Keenan, Assassin Woman 
[/center][hr][hr]	October's gut reaction was always to [i]not[/i] involve the authorities. She didn't trust the various organizations out there in the world who claimed to be friendly to those with gifts, despite her working relationship with S.H.I.E.L.D. But Carolina was likely right--they had just witnessed a murder. They could identify the woman who ended that man's life. [color=fdc68a]"Let's call her when we get to Coventry,"[/color] October said. Putting some distance between them and Salem was the best option at the moment. 

	Of course, the girls didn't get very far before more horrors occurred. Detective Hanson and Agent Keenan came running out of the station, stopping when they came upon Liam's body. With the sound of the motorcycle engine, the girls couldn't make out what the pair were saying, but by their facial expressions, shock was evident. Neither of them had expected Liam to die quite like this. The man had always seemed too stubborn to die so far. 

	Keenan looked up from the body, his eyes finding the girls on the motorbike by the taillight. The distance between them was increasing rapidly as Keenan raised his gun and fired as many shots as he could. Carolina was out of range but October wasn't. A shot imbedded itself in her side, practically in her back for all intents and purposes. Her grip on Carolina went weak before she fell from the bike. She was lucky to still be alive.

	But that wasn't the only shot that rang out. Hanson dropped to the ground next, the assassin from before seemingly having appeared out of the shadows. 

	"Fugitive Walter Hanson has been crossed off," the assassin said, exchanging a glance with Keenan.

	Keenan then replied, "Acknowledged, Agent Decker."