[hr][hr][center][img]https://s9.postimg.org/dgtslwwfj/cove_ch3.png[/img][/center][hr][center][youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=46rUBCewhxY[/youtube][hr][@Nallore][@Witch Cat][@Pundii][@FantasyChic][@BlueSky44][/center][hr][hr][i][b][color=9999ff]December 28th, 2016 - 7:19 P.M. Local Time[/color][/b][/i]

	October nodded, trying her best to keep from burning Carolina. Keenan had dropped to the ground dead and by now, the gunfire [i]had[/i] to have been reported. They had already unintentionally ended up on O.M.E.N.'s radar that evening, there wasn't any reason to give more of a paper trail. October tried her best to sit up, her body burning hot. Carolina wouldn't be able to get too close to the girl without getting burned. 

	She tried to talk, but the pain was too much. It took a few shaky breaths before October was able to get any words at all out. [color=fdc68a]"Sic Gorgiamus Allos Subjectatos Nunc,"[/color] October whispered with a bit of a smile. Sweat was pouring down her face. It didn't matter that the wounds had been cauterized and the bleeding stopped, damage had already been done by the bullet. October was struggling to breathe and little wisps of blue flames ran up and down her body. Swallowing thickly, October knew that medical attention wasn't going to be an option. 

	[color=fdc68a]"Kill them all,"[/color] October whispered, before the flames vanished. Her head fell back against the pavement, blonde curls unkempt from all of the action. Her pulse came to a halt and to Carolina, someone experienced in astral projection, she could see a girl walking amongst the flames for a mere moment, throwing a wave towards Carolina before she disappeared. 

	She had been born on an October Morning and she died on a December Eve. 

[i][b][color=9999ff]December 28th, 2016 - 7:19 P.M. Local Time[/color][/b][/i]

	Most hunters would've been horrified at the sight of a werewolf. They tended to be black and white, perhaps no better than O.M.E.N. Unlike Aloise, they likely would've killed Olivia on the spot before returning to the barrier. But instead, the experienced hunter merely nodded and accepted it. As long as she didn't have any evidence that Olivia was harming innocents, then it wasn't her problem. Someone else could worry about that. 

	James' use of the flame will elicit a small reaction from the barrier. For a split second, they can see inside, able to get a brief glimpse of who is actually there. The glance into frozen time is small but it's enough to make Aloise's heart stop for just a moment. There were people in there that should be dead. People who had been buried in Owen's Field as a memorial after the Altsoba Massacre. 

	[color=00ffcc]"Darren..."[/color] Aloise said, looking forward with confusion. What the hell was going on here? And where was Liam? She didn't see him inside the tent and she hadn't heard from him in a while. Hanson and Keenan weren't there as well. None of this was making any sense...

	It wasn't a good omen. 

[i][b][color=9999ff]December 28th, 2016 - Frozen Time[/color][/b][/i]

	With each passing second, Andromeda's pulse becomes a little bit slower. Many of you are beginning to feel a bit light headed as well. It's becoming clear that whatever happened to time and reality, whatever damage you caused, it needs energy to fix it. And what better source of energy than the group of people gathered at the epicenter of the catastrophe? Time itself is draining your life force, making each action a little harder than the one before, and it won't stop. Unless, of course, you manage to escape...

	[i]"...I don't know where I am,"[/i] the voice replied to Daniyal. [i]"Where are you? I can't find you..."[/i] 

	Through Millicent's investigation of the general area, she'll notice something interesting about the stage. Towards the left side of it, there's what appears to be a door in the stage itself (as in, if you sit on the edge of the stage, your feet would hit this door). It's a rather odd thing to have, considering that this circus is mobile. Why go through the time and effort of having a stage that can be reassembled with a door? Why make it hollow like that? Wouldn't that be expensive? 

	With each addition of light, the barrier seems to be reacting more and more strongly. However, that doesn't stop the fainting sensation. Sitting herself down in one of the chairs, Cecily gasped and quickly pulled her hand away from the chair. Her hand was covered in what could only be described as liquid metal and a few tears fall from her eyes. [color=00ccff]"It's true, then..."[/color]

	"The spotlights," Folly suggested, gaining a winning smile and clap on the back from Fairfax. He was incredibly proud of his descendent, unaware that she had murdered someone earlier that day. "Brilliant! That should be more than enough light to help in our escape! Its energy this barrier wants--it's energy it shall have!"