[hr][hr][center][img]https://s9.postimg.org/dgtslwwfj/cove_ch3.png[/img][hr][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/25130b8289f646d14f059dbb5c961972/tumblr_otiv1emyz51rtels1o2_500.gif[/img][hr][@Nallore][@Witch Cat][@FantasyChic][@BlueSky44][hr][h3][color=#9999ff][b]Coventry, Massachusetts: December 28th, 2016 - 8:39 P.M. Local Time[/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][hr][i]Coventry Circus Main Tent...[/i]

	As Seraphina shook the ground and Cecily attempted to change the phase of matter, a miracle happened. Well, as much as a miracle can happen when most of your allies have fallen around you, a goddess bent on destroying the world is loose, and one of the finest hunters of our era has turned her back on her allies in order to attempt to save her fallen friends. As the ground shook and the phase changed, three large cracks formed in the ground. The lines met directly underneath Fenrir, causing the wolf to collapse and become buried underneath a pile of rubble. 

	[color=00ccff]"...Is it...dead?"[/color] Cecily asked, coughing from the dust that had accumulated. She and Seraphina had been spared from the rubble, but Millicent and Darren had both fallen into one of the crevices. Millicent's leg is stuck - she'll need to try to move the rubble around it in order to break free. For Darren, it's his arm that is crushed under pieces of rubble. 

	[color=5F7171]"...If you guys could do that thing with a little bit of warning first, that'd be great,"[/color] Darren quipped. He strained himself, attempting to pull his arm free, but the rubble wouldn't budge. He'd need some help. 

	The ground shifted once more, but it wasn't Seraphina and Cecily causing it this time. Fenrir rose to full height, shaking the rubble off of his pelt as if it was nothing. He let out a roar, turning to phase the two aggressors - the angel and the mutant.

	[color=00ccff]"Not dead, okay, that's fucking great...Should we try that again?"[/color] Cecily asked. 

	[i]"Humans...Always so rude"[/i] the kumakatok grumbled. Both Daniyal and Millicent could hear it, as at this point, both of them are clutching onto the cloak. If Daniyal wants to escape the tent, he's going to need to somehow get the cloak from Millicent's grasp. Time for a game of Tug-of-War, friends! Wonder what happens if that rips, huh....[hr][hr][center][h1]John Fairfax[/h1][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/bb0fcac63efec174efe31d2851fd6828/tumblr_ogctb34NbA1ql4cgco2_540.gif[/img][hr][b]Location:[/b] Coventry Circus Grounds
[b]Interacting With:[/b] Folly, Lilith, Thalia, and Katsumi [@BlueSky44][@FantasyChic][/center][hr][hr]	Folly looked at Thalia strangely. As the product of madness herself, she had a knack for telling when others were less than present. However, she wasn't certain if she should press the matter or not. Talking to hallucinations was never a good sign, but Thalia was a friend to her. If she didn't want to tell everyone about what she was seeing, then it could wait - for now. She wasn't hurting anyone, at least. 

	"Well...Amiyra, do you have any suggestions?" Fairfax inquired. He was a bit out of his element - well, more out of his time. He understood some of the rules the future operated by, but at other times, it was probably best that he let the future dwellers come up with a plan. What resources existed in this time? They had scientific discoveries that marveled him, yet there were also various aspects that were the same. Everyone loved, cried, lost, hoped, and dreamed. 

	Folly thought about it for a moment. She distrusted O.M.E.N., but they did have the resources needed to combat this type of threat. But more importantly than finding those to help them combat Fenrir and Hel, they needed to get to some sort of shelter. Otherwise, they'd end up dead like so many others. "We should take shelter," Folly advised. 

	"Perhaps the hotel...Management won't mind," Folly suggested. Andromeda was dead, after all. And they needed to get somewhere to spend the night. Perhaps they could make plans in the morning. [hr][hr][center][h1]Rupert Cornish, MP[/h1][img]https://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxxckla2jV1qikabe.gif[/img][hr][b]Location:[/b] O.M.E.N. Headquarters - Washington D.C.
[b]Interacting With:[/b] O.M.E.N. Agents, MI13 Agents, the Press [@Witch Cat][@FantasyChic][/center][hr][hr]	In Washington D.C., the morning had opened with thunderstorms. It had been drizzling for the past few days, dismissing anyone's hopes for a White Christmas. On the bright side, the scattered clouds and then on-and-off downpour has helped to keep the humidity down. No one was more thankful for that than Rupert Cornish, the Secretary of State for Foreign and Commonwealth Affairs in the United Kingdom. While his more public duties were to maintain British interests abroad in terms of foreign relations, Rupert Cornish also oversaw the Secret Intelligence Service. 

	Yet while the press and the public had been led to believe that he was there in his capacity as MP, Rupert Cornish came to America in his capacity of Director of MI13. All that is known publicly is that MI13 is the branch of the Secret Intelligence Service responsible for undocumented intelligence and special operations. Its true purpose - the monitoring, protection, and policing of enhanced individuals, as well as the assessment and neutralization of paranormal threats - is highly classified. 

	Inside the marble building O.M.E.N. called home, Rupert Cornish stood next to acting director of O.M.E.N., [url=https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/M/MV5BMzI0NjUzNGQtY2E2Ny00MDZlLTk2NDgtMjVmNDdkZGExZTcyXkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyNjc5Mjg0NjU@._V1_SY1000_SX1500_AL_.jpg]Harvey Irwin[/url]. Irwin's appointment had been approved in a Senate hearing that same day. It was the first press conference that O.M.E.N. had ever held - the first time that reporters could ask questions to the shadowy agency. Officially, the purpose of O.M.E.N. was to monitor threats to the United States and her interests. Only those aware of the supernatural knew O.M.E.N.'s true purpose - to exterminate anything it deemed to be a paranormal threat. 

	"I'd like to thank Mr. Rupert Cornish for joining me here today," Irwin began, speaking into a microphone on a podium. "I appreciate his offer of guidance and support as I strive to protect America and her interests in my position as interim director of O.M.E.N. - I know that there isn't much out there that you know about us. We are crucial to American democracy and the protection of our freedoms."

	"As many of you know, there was the Incident in New York a little more than four years ago. Acts of violence from sources we cannot contain have continued to plague our nation...If you will, recall the Bible. There was an angel that god loved more than any other. He thought he was beautiful and he bestowed upon him special gifts, powers beyond our comprehension." 

	"But this angel...This angel's sin was pride. He wasn't content with those gifts. He [i]rebelled[/i] against god and for this, he was cast out of Heaven and made to rule over Hell. This angel's name was Lucifer. This is the struggle that will define our generation - the struggle against those given gifts that they do not deserve." 

	"But do not fear...Just as god cast out Lucifer, so will we cast out these threats. As the acting director of O.M.E.N., that is my vow to you. If you have questions, I'll take them now," Irwin concluded, bowing his head. Rupert's dark shades prevented Irwin from noticing the eye roll he received from the MP. With a speech like that...he was just asking for trouble. This wasn't the speech you gave to keep people in the dark, something necessary with organizations like theirs. 

	This was going to expose the world to O.M.E.N. and all that it strove to protect them from.