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[center][color=lightblue][h1]Seraphina[/h1][/color]
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[i]Location: Fairgrounds (Present Day)
Interacting With: Everyone in the Big Top.[/I][/center]
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Seraphina was busy trying to move a pole using one of her abilities to try and throw something at Fenir, she wasn't paying attention and she didn't realize that she was in the massive wolf's line of sight until it was to late. She felt the wind being knocked out of her as she was flung across the room. Then she felt a sharp pain going through her body as she was slammed into a pole, looking down as she saw the pole sticking out of her. She knew that her vessel would have been mortally wounded by the injury, breathing heavily she looked at the others.

Cecily in particular as she watched the mutant trying to get the creatures attention, and eventually she watched as Fenir's head suddenly starting to liquefy in front of her. Feeling the ground shake as it's body fell limp to the ground, Seraphina then pulled the pole out of her groaning out in pain. She would need to heal her vessel first as she reached down and held her hand over the wound, she slowly stood up and stumbled over to Cecily to check and see if she was alright.

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[center][h1][color=lightgreen]Anthony Ryder[/color][/h1]
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[I]Location: Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania Abandoned Warehouse[/I][/center]
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Anthony had been driving for the last few minutes just outside of the city one of his usual dealing areas, looking at the curse box next to him in the passenger seat. He didn't even know what was in the box, managing to find his way into a dead hunter's storage room that hadn't been attended to in the last several years. He had a lot of dealings with supernaturals, witches, demons as well as humans alike, he didn't care who the client was or why they wanted the said items that he managed to get his hands on. He didn't ask questions, they didn't ask questions just trade off and leave.

He was at their agreed upon location, an old abandoned paper warehouse out of the prying eyes of anyone who would want to ruin their deal. Looking at the clock on the dashboard he had about two minutes left. Anthony grabbed the curse box, and then got out of his car making his way over into the warehouse. Anthony could see the lone woman standing in the center of the large room, he then walked out of the shadows crossing his arms over his chest and looked at her. [color=lightgreen]"You got the money right?"[/color] Anthony's usual deal was 1,000 dollars up front, he held out the box in the air to let her inspect it for herself.