[center][h1][color=5F7171]Darren Andrews[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=5F7171][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Shack, 2013 -> Coventry Circus Grounds, Present Day
[color=5F7171][b]Interacting With:[/b][/color] Everyone in the Circus Tent[/center][hr]

Hearing talk of demons, Darren's hand immediately reached into his jacket, grabbing his gun as he made sure that it was loaded with salt rounds. Taking a step or two back from everyone, his eyes scanned the crowd, listening as people spoke in an attempt to get something of a better idea of the situation. He hadn't encountered any demons who could teleport, as he assumed had happened, but he didn't think it was out of the realm of possibility. As he glanced around, he wasn't really gaining a whole lot at first, the vast majority of others present seemed to be in the same boat as he was, having been dumped there by whatever teleportation had grasped him.

He did appreciate it when the platinum-haired woman spoke up, trying to offer at least a basic explanation of what was going on. Raising an eyebrow at the name, he stepped closer. [color=5F7171][b]"Mephistopheles? As in Fausts' Mephistopheles?"[/b][/color] Of course, Darren had encountered demons before, but at least this [i]version[/i] of Darren had yet to meet any particularly famous ones. Of course, there was the incident in 2014 when he took down the seven deadly sins along with two other hunters (who were strangely familiar), but that hadn't happened yet. At least, not in his mind.

As Seraphina spoke up then, he turned his head toward her, raising an eyebrow at her explanation of what was going on. [color=5F7171][b]"Kumakatok? Timelines? What the hell are you talking about?"[/b][/color] Darren might've found teleportation possible, but time travel? Being ripped through space-time and dumped in the middle of a circus ground? Now, that was ridiculous.

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=C55555]James Murphy[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=C55555][b]Location:[/b][/color] Great Deer Yard Hotel, elsewhere in MA - 7:30AM -> The Road into Coventry - 6:55 PM
[color=C55555][b]Interacting With:[/b][/color] Olivia Johnson [@Nallore][hr][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rzvXBFwcyek]Coffee at Breakfast[/url][/center][hr]


The Great Deer Yard Hotel was a massive affair, especially considering how few people were actually checked in currently, considering it wasn't exactly the season for visitors. It was almost eerie at breakfast, James sitting alone at the head of an almost comically long table, arms crossed over his chest as he waited patiently for the elderly woman who owned the hotel, a kind, widowed soul by the name of Peggy, to bring him his coffee. He'd finished the food, but he couldn't possibly start a day, particularly one which would be filled with an investigation, without his morning 'ritual'.

Thanking Peggy as she brought him the black coffee and the milk, he leaned forward for a moment, inspecting the dark liquid. It was still, thick, a few bubbles resting on the surface as it waited for any sugar or milk to be added. He had to stand up and walk down the table to retrieve the sugar, still sitting neatly in the middle of the barely set dining table. Returning to his seat, he carefully tore the top off the sachet, slowly but surely allowing each individual grain of sugar to pour into the glass, raining down onto the black coffee as it sunk below the surface, then only disturbed by the gently clinking of his spoon, churning the coffee around.

Once he'd worked up a reasonable enough whirlpool of dark liquid he set the spoon down, reaching out for the milk as he lifted it up, hovering it over the dark liquid before he carefully began to pour. Allowing the white and black liquids to mix and swirl together, he set the milk back down as he leaned forward, peering into the coffee. Five minutes passed with nothing, he simply stared at the swirling liquid. But then, there it was, clear as day and painted before him in the coffee - things were going to get more than a little interesting that day.

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The highway sprawled out ahead of James as he drove, making his way now toward Coventry. It had been a long day for the agent, but his contact had given him enough clues to know where to go. He had considered asking them to come along with him, but decided against it - he figured he'd gotten more or less all he could from her. Sighing as he drove along, he had next to no clue of the events that had been unfolding in the town itself. He knew O.M.E.N. had sent an agent or two to Coventry, so of course he was getting ready to deal with the assholes.

Reaching the town, he thought it best to make his way to the Coventry Horrors first, where he would check in. However, he didn't get too far before slamming his foot down on the brake, seeing a blonde woman step out onto the road, heading toward the circus. Managing to stop around, he looked over the steering wheel toward Olivia, leaning down the window as he'd clear his throat. [color=C55555][b]"You know uh, crossings are a thing, people tend to use them from time to time."[/b][/color] He said in a strange polite-yet-sarcastic kind of way, giving the woman an odd look as his gaze drifted up and down, watching her closely as he - for now - remained oblivious to any of the goings-on in the circus just across the street.