[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 - 9:09 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]

	There is one caveat, however, that will likely strike Seraphina. Everyone who traveled through time is dead on December 28th, 2016. With knowledge of their deaths and of what the future appears to be, sending them back in time could cause even more damage to the timeline. Yet they cannot stay here - they need to be sent back. The solution will become obvious to her. Not only will she need to send them back in time, but she'll need to erase the events of December 28th, 2016 from their minds. They can never know that they traveled through time. 

	[color=5F7171]"September 1st, 2013,"[/color] Darren replied. [color=5F7171]"It was...late at night. Black outside,"[/color] Darren recalled. Fortunately, with Seraphina's chronokinesis, she could sense when and where they had come from. She didn't need them to remember it at all. He accepted her hand, pulling himself to his feet. 

	Cecily slowly came to as Darren worked his healing spell on her. [color=00ccff]"Th...Thanks...What'd I miss?"[/color] she said wearily. She blinked, before looking a bit shocked as she saw the gigantic carcass of Fenrir. [color=00ccff]"Did...Did I do that?"[/color]

	[color=5F7171]"More or less,"[/color] Darren replied with a chuckle. [color=5F7171]"Listen, kid, I know you're a witch. But we'll fight this battle when it's our time to do so - but now, I bet we're sure as hell not helping things. Might be even making them worse. We shouldn't be here."[/color]

[hider=Dates Characters Came From]Cecily - December 13th, 2015 - 4:37 PM
Daniyal - June 20th, 2016 - 3:31 PM
Katsumi - April 16th, 2016 - 12:25 AM
Darren - September 1st, 2013 - 12:08 AM
Millicent - August 23rd, 1711 - 10:35 PM
Seraphina - May 30th, 1977 - 9:45 AM[/hider]
[i][color=9999ff][b]Lobby - Coventry Horrors Hotel, Coventry, Massachussetts...[/b][/color][/i]

	The first spirit that drifted forward was Mallory Coyne. She had a plain and simple beauty to her, with sharp eyes and evenly pinned back brown hair. Her dress was not too flashy, allowing her to effectively blend into the middle class. In her hand, there was the ghostly outline of a journal. When she spoke, her voice was rich with an Irish brogue. "If I could 'elp yer as I 'elped Lincoln, I assure yer I would. Yet I 'av foun' dat libraries always 'av gran' wisdom ter behold..."

	Her image shimmered slightly, before Tobias Fairfax was called forward. His face could not be made out. He was blackened and charred, having died from being burned alive. He looked at Lilith with uncertainty, before turning his attention to Folly and Fairfax. They were his descendants after all. "Indubitably, I am inclined to offer you aid, seeing as it is in the best interest of my own legacy and lineage. Ho! But beyond whispers in the veil, all I may say is that Hel is not the first of her kind by any means - and nor will she be the last. Others will come to aid her in the cause - the cause of the Aesir."

	Lastly, Lyle Corandel came forward. He was clad in denim on denim, with a Pink Floyd t-shirt on. He was, sadly, rather young. He grinned at Lilith widely, for some strange reason. "Now, I ain't encountered Hel before...But if anyone knows anything, it's Fergus. He blew through here a few years back, possessed by a demon. Haven't seen him since. But get this...that demon? It was the king of [i]hell.[/i] He's got to know something, beautiful."
	
[i][color=9999ff][b]Cedar Creek Pub - Aurora, Colorado...[/b][/color][/i]

	"Your truck will be transported separately, Mr. Grismer. The Norse god case - well, you're in luck. The urgent matter that superseded that investigation was [i]another[/i] one. A goddess this time and one that we feel is more powerful. As for the Grigori - it will be waiting for you in Washington," the suit answered. He buttoned up his jacket before heading out of the pub, expecting Walt to follow him. They had a plane to catch.  

[i][color=9999ff][b]St. Septima's Veterinary Hospital - Clearwater, Florida...[/b][/color][/i]

	It's probably for the best that Jessica prepared that sigil. As she ducks down in her car, the rearview mirror lets her see a group of five quickly approaching the hospital. They're dressed in grey suits with practically matching, monotone like facial expressions. All they needed was a sign that said: HEY, WE'RE ANGELS! and it would have been the most obvious sight ever. Her angel sigil will banish them, but that's no reason to assume that more won't show up eventually. Better make a plan - and quickly.  

[i][color=9999ff][b]Abandoned Warehouse - Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania...[/b][/color][/i]

	Scarlett isn't calming down, no matter what Anthony is saying. If he was just selling cursed items to O.M.E.N., that would be one thing. But according to her spell, O.M.E.N. [i]had[/i] the item that Anthony was trying to sell her. Had he sold it to them [i]and[/i] given them the information they'd need to take Scarlett into custody? "Don't you fucking DARE try anything," Scarlett screamed, throwing her hand out, just as Anthony tried to grab his gun. His wrist broke - well, shattered is probably a little more accurate. 

	"Have fun in hell, asshole," Scarlett threatened, before twisting her hand to the side. Anthony's neck snapped cleanly a second later, leaving the witch alone in the abandoned warehouse in Pennsylvania. [hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=cc9900]Fergus[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]http://pa1.narvii.com/5836/fe0584a9363da91c7517f6759b899d90a72a5af8_hq.gif[/img][hr][b][color=cc9900]Location:[/color][/b] O.M.E.N. Secure Prisoner Facility - O.M.E.N Headquarters - Washington D.C.
[b][color=cc9900]Interacting With:[/color][/b] Rita Evans [@Witch Cat] (also [@FantasyChic])[/center][hr][hr]	Irwin guided Bronwyn down the remainder of the hallway, entering what was fondly known as the panic room. It had sigils transcribed on it, with a healthy lining of salt and iron all around. The hope was that nothing demonic would ever be able to enter and wipe out O.M.E.N.'s senior leadership in one fell swoop. At the front of the room, two chairs were empty. Name placards indicated them to belong to the sitting heads of O.M.E.N. - Samuel and Dean Winchester. Some dust had accumulated on the plaques, and Irwin took a seat directly to the right of them. 

	"Any word from our operative, Cornish?" Irwin asked. 

	The MP from earlier nodded, still speaking on the phone with someone. "She's heading to Salem. She'll catch the train to Boston and from there take the next plane to D.C."

	Meanwhile, several floors downwards, Fergus let out a hearty chuckle. He slowly rose to his feet, stalking his way over to the door so that way he could get a good look at the agent. In his opinion, she was a little small to be working for O.M.E.N. But after a moment, it came to him. She had to have something special about her - otherwise, he figured, she'd have been stuck behind a desk processing paperwork. 

	[color=cc9900]"Hunter, witch, or deviant? Which is it?"[/color] Fergus asked. [color=cc9900]"C'mon, tell me. Victim of possession?"[/color][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] Aloise Zamora, Mariana Garcia [@Nallore][/center][hr][hr]	Robin hesitated as Mariana set her weapon down. In her mind, just because Aloise knew Russel didn't mean she could be trusted. However, she did seem to be telling the truth. She lowered her crossbow, but she didn't let go of it - just in case things went bad. She had already lost too much family to the supernatural. She vowed to hunt it - and to protect the family she had left. 

	[color=00ffcc]"What if I told you we could get back everyone we had ever lost?"[/color] Aloise began, as she took a seat on one of the cheap motel chairs. [color=00ffcc]"Hunters, family, friends...We're dying every day. We're not changing the tide, however. Hell spits out more and more demons every day. Angels take their grudge matches to Earth - you saw what happened in Altsoba."[/color]

	Robin raised an eyebrow. She had heard people talk like this wistfully - but they never actually had a solution. And even if there [i]was[/i] something out there that could help with that, she doubted it was anything good. [color=#C39BD3]"Lucifer was killed at Altsoba. And while O.M.E.N. is by no means perfect, we have more people hunting today than we did before."[/color]

	[color=00ffcc]"I know. I was there - I was in Altsoba. And it was [i]awful.[/i] We didn't win or save the day. We got lucky. What if next time we're not that lucky?"[/color] Aloise argued. She looked down at her hands for a moment. [color=00ffcc]"I'm sure you know of the Aesir."[/color]

	[color=#C39BD3]"They're extinct,"[/color] Robin countered. 

	[color=00ffcc]"One survived - and I think she can help us change the tide. We can win the war. Instead of just avenging our loved ones...we can protect them,"[/color] Aloise explained. A tear slid down her face. [color=00ffcc]"It's getting worse - you know it is. Incidents are increasing at a rate we just can't keep up with. We might not be able to stop the next Altsoba if we don't act now."[/color]

	[color=#C39BD3]"What...What exactly are you proposing?"[/color] Robin asked warily. 

	[color=00ffcc]"We take them both out - Heaven and Hell. This Aesir is strong, but she needs our help. With the demons and the angels gone...We'll be able to have peace. We can change the tide. If we kill enough vampires, eventually, there won't be any. Instead of just dealing with the symptoms, we'll be able to deal with the problem itself."[/color]

	[color=00ffcc]"We can do more than just shut the gates of hell - we could drop an atomic bomb on the entire dimension."[/color]