[hr][hr][center][img]https://s9.postimg.org/5xwkbgd73/8402167275e0247750f8d47a1609230f.png[/img][hr][img]https://s9.postimg.org/58drz6ke7/giphy.gif[/img][hr][@Nallore][@Witch Cat][@FantasyChic][@BlueSky44][@RoccanIronclad][@Peridot][hr][h3][color=#9999ff][b]December 28th, 2016 - 8:56 P.M. EST - 0 Days Since Hel Returned[/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][hr][i][color=9999ff][b]Main Tent - Cirque Anomaly, Coventry, Massachussetts...[/b][/color][/i] Seraphina's healing of herself is successful, with the wound of her vessel closing up. However, the human soul that once coexisted inside the vessel with her had already gone to heaven. It had been a fatal wound. Partnered with Daniyal's healing spell, all of the damage done was gone. Her vessel was in perfect condition. Cecily was still unconscious, yet otherwise, she was relatively healthy. Such a large use of her powers had just been too much for her. [color=5F7171]"Fuck...It won't budge,"[/color] Darren grunted. He was stuck as well and as much as he tried, he just couldn't get himself free. With Cecily unconscious, it'd be up to Daniyal and Seraphina to help Millicent and Darren. The sooner that was done, the better. Otherwise, there may be unforeseen medical consequences... [i][color=9999ff][b]Lobby - Coventry Horrors Hotel, Coventry, Massachussetts...[/b][/color][/i] During the walk away from Cirque Anomaly and towards the Coventry Horrors, the cell phones and other electronics returned to life. The interference seemed to have died down - possibly because Time was no longer quite so broken, perhaps since Hel had fled, or maybe even the others had defeated Fenrir. "Right," Fairfax said. "Lovely to meet you all - though not under the best circumstances." The doors to the lobby were unlocked, allowing them to enter freely. Andromeda must not have locked up before her death. Ushering them inside, Fairfax watched as Folly went inside and looked around, taking in the somewhat tacky decorations. Sal Aldrich had been a big fan of all things Halloween. She then turned towards Lilith, as if waiting for her to come up with a plan. [i][color=9999ff][b]Cedar Creek Pub - Aurora, Colorado...[/b][/color][/i] It's a little before seven in the evening in Colorado. For many, this is a time to join with family and consume a hearty meal. Yet for some, those wanderers and drifters, they find themselves drawn to the streets. With the sun starting to set, the soft neon glow of the various pubs beckon them to come in from the cold. Christmas decorations are still up. They won't go down for another few days, when it's time to decorate for New Years. Cedar Creek Pub isn't the most respectable establishment, but it isn't the worst. It tends to be a mixture, but on this night, it's almost uncomfortably empty. Well, aside for suit sitting in the corner. When Walt enters the pub, the suit raises a hand, gesturing for him to come join him in the booth. "We just got word from Washington. We need you to come in." [i][color=9999ff][b]St. Septima's Veterinary Hospital - Clearwater, Florida...[/b][/color][/i] Just a few days after Christmas, St. Septima's is quiet. That does not mean that it is calm by any means. Those coming in with their pets are facing difficult decisions - is their pet in too much pain? Is surgery worth it, despite the possibility for complications? What will they tell their children - and how will they deal with the potential for loss? There is pain and tension in the air, but there is also something that only Jessica can hear - "Angel Radio." [i]Hel has escaped. Angels, disperse. Find her location.[/i] [i][color=9999ff][b]Abandoned Warehouse - Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania...[/b][/color][/i] "Of [i]course[/i] I have the money. What do you take me for?" Scarlett asked, quite clearly seething. Rather than touch the box instantly, Scarlett reached into her bag and pulled on a pair of silk gloves. Various runes and symbols were embroidered onto them, presumably as a protective measure. She then opened her purse and showed its contents to Anthony - the thick wads of cash constituting his exact fee. "Open the box," Scarlett then requested. [i][color=9999ff][b]O.M.E.N. Headquarters - Washington D.C...[/b][/color][/i] Irwin and Cornish both made their way off stage, heading through a pair of double doors and down a hallway. It was the direction to what some fondly referred to as the Panic Room. Lined with salt and other protective sigils, it allowed O.M.E.N. leadership to feel safe and secure as they discussed the elimination of all necromantics, good and evil. It also doubled as one of the few safe places where they could meet with the Consultant. Irwin hesitated, glancing back at Cornish who was busy arguing with someone on the phone. He let out a sigh and crossed his arms. "You have one minute - go. Evans, I need you to go get the Consultant." Other agents were already beginning their various missions. More than a few teams across the world had been mobilized in order to bring in assets. They needed the man power. [i][color=9999ff][b]FBI Mobile Office - Ashland, Wisconsin...[/b][/color][/i] It's been a bit of a slow day - worryingly so. Murphy hasn't reported in as scheduled, something entirely unlike the man. He had been scheduled to speak with a potential witness, Edwina Fairfax, earlier that day. Yet he appeared to have dropped off the grid entirely. To make matters worse, it wasn't long before another governmental agency called - O.M.E.N. - to inform Murphy's supervisor that he was likely dead. They didn't offer much information, practically just informing the office and then hanging up. "Something big must be going down," one of the agents commented. "Never seen O.M.E.N. this flustered."[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=339933]Jade Cornish[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/40600000/Jessica-Jones-aka-jessica-jones-40654963-500-260.gif[/img][hr][b][color=339933]Location:[/color][/b] Road Outside of Coventry [b][color=339933]Interacting With:[/color][/b] Rupert Cornish, MP[/center][hr][hr] Jade had been the one to phone Rupert Cornish in the middle of the press conference. Once she had gotten herself out of the wreckage and assessed her physical condition, she had attempted to get in contact with [i]anyone[/i] she could. For far longer than she liked, her phone had been zero help at all. At one point, she then heard what sounded like quinjet engines, only to run towards where the noise had been and find no one. She was without backup and without transportation - Needless to say, she was pissed. [color=339933]"I better get some fucking time off on a goddamn beach or something after this,"[/color] Jade warned her uncle as soon as he had picked up. It might have been her eleventh time trying to call him - she had lost count. [color=339933]"Agents Keenan and Decker are down. FBI Agent Murphy has been unresponsive. Look, this shit is bigger than we thought."[/color] [i]"I know."[/i] [color=339933]"Whatever is causing all of this, it's going to bite us in the ass if we don't take care of it."[/color] [i]"I know."[/i] [color=339933]"Then do something about it,"[/color] Jade growled. [i]"We're trying - we've brought in the Consultant. Irwin is reaching out to anyone he can think of that may be able to help now."[/i] [hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=#C39BD3]Robin Ramírez[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/8d75beacebe0e0be9991f75a08d81f87/tumblr_inline_mkbxxvxQuI1qz4rgp.gif[/img][hr][b][color=#C39BD3]Location:[/color][/b] Room 307 - Hunter Hotel, Omaha, Nebraska [b][color=#C39BD3]Interacting With:[/color][/b] Mariana Garcia [@Nallore][/center][hr][hr] In Nebraska, it's nearing eight o'clock in the evening. The humidity was down from its high in the morning, but it was still palpable. The clouds were low in the sky and the sun had already long since set. The cousins had been staying in the suitably named Hunter Hotel for the past week while working a case. There had been reports of ordinary, successful citizens becoming homicidal murderers - a sign of demonic activity. Earlier that day, they had finally finished with the last one and were now enjoying a well deserved night off. [color=#C39BD3]"[sub]1[/sub]¿Escuchaste eso, prima?"[/color] Robin said, slowly sliding off the bed and grabbing a crossbow. Another knock, harder and louder this time, sounded on the door. Robin carefully put a bolt in her bow, nodding towards Mariana. [color=C398D3]"[sub]2[/sub]¿Crees que nos perdimos uno?"[/color] she then whispered. The knocking ceased for a moment. Robin stared at the door handle, watching with a bit of dread as it began to turn. Someone was coming in to see them, whether they liked it or not. The main question was who? Or perhaps, even better, what? [hider=Translations]1 = Did you hear that, cousin? 2 = Do you think we missed one?[/hider]