[hr][hr][center][img]https://s9.postimg.org/5xwkbgd73/8402167275e0247750f8d47a1609230f.png[/img][hr][youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Od6hY_50Dh0[/youtube][hr][@Nallore][@FantasyChic][@BlueSky44][@Peridot][hr][h3][color=#9999ff][b]December 28th, 2016 - 10:00 P.M. EST - 0 Days Since Hel Returned[/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][hr]	

[i][b][color=red]Case Name: When In Doubt, Go to the Library![/color][/b][/i]
Members: Folly, Fairfax, Seraphina, Thalia, Lilith
Length: 7 Days (Roll requests stop on day 6)
Recruiting: Why the hell not? 
Goal: Find whatever information is to be had in the library and come up with a plan
[hider=Details]Folly's eyes widened until they were the size of saucers as she comprehended what she was doing. She could feel the slight ebb and flow of Lilith's blood circulation underneath her hands. And perhaps what terrified her most of all was that she felt completely calm - as if it was natural. She opened her mouth, attempting to utter an apology, yet no words escaped her lips. She couldn't move a single muscle, not even to turn her head as Fairfax called her name. 

"Amiyra..." Fairfax said cautiously. "You mustn't be angry with me for this," he then said, before bringing a book down on top of her head as hard as he could. It did the trick and she was out like a light, tumbling to the ground and releasing Lilith in the process. Fairfax glanced down at her, wiping away a tear that had fallen from his eyes. He then turned to face Thalia, looking at her with a mixture of marvel and pity. 

"Thalia...What on earth are you?"  [/hider]
[i][b][color=red]Case Name: Angel With a Shotgun[/color][/b][/i]
Members: Jessica
Length: 7 Days (Roll requests stop on day 6)
Recruiting: Probably best if you don't...O.O
Goal: To not die! 
[hider=Details]	In the time that Jessica knelt down to begin drawing the sigil, the angels closed in on her. It wasn't just the one or two leading the pack - no, it was all of them. There were thirteen present in all, forming a semicircle around her. They all had their angel blades drawn and at the ready, standing less than six feet away from Jessica. In an instant, they all halted, before the leader took another step forward. 

"Nephilim, you stand accused of being a crime against God," the leader said. "We find you guilty of this sin. Your sentence? Execution. You may pray to God, yet he will not have mercy on you, abomination." And then the ranks closed in further, with all of the angel blades raised in unison. Yup, now would be a brilliant time to fight back![/hider][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. Panic Room - O.M.E.N Headquarters - Washington D.C.
[b][color=cc9900]Interacting With:[/color][/b] Bronwyn Calliban [@FantasyChic], Alec Fletcher [@Peridot], Alex Jakobsen [@BlueSky44][/center][hr][hr]	Alec's plane has been in the air for a little over half an hour now, with an hour and a half remaining in flight time. Fortunately(?) for him, it's likely this O.M.E.N. meeting will still be in progress by the time he joins them all in Washington D.C.

	Agent Zacharia stared at Bronwyn for a moment, her expression a mixture of shock and disappointment. Bronwyn had presented herself as an expert on Hel and her intentions, but didn't even have a strategy plan to suggest. Maybe it was just how the Americans operated - half cocked and ready to charge into battle? At any rate, she wasn't going to tell Bronwyn that it wasn't just her job - that it was all of their jobs and the recommendation of an expert would be a great help. "Right, then..." Zacharia said, before taking her seat. 

	[color=339933]"Look, finding her isn't going to be the issue,"[/color] Jade said, scowling a bit through the monitor. 

	"Agent Cornish, I suppose we may hear your report now," Irwin acknowledged. Cornish? Wasn't that the same surname of the mildly unpleasant British fellow, Rupert Cornish? There was a bit of a family resemblance between them, but not much.  

	[color=339933]"Mm. O.M.E.N. Agents Keenan and Decker lost contact. From what I can find in the security footage, they went into combat against two unarmed girls,"[/color] Jade said. She paused, before the monitor flipped over briefly to a blurry image of a young blonde and a brunette. [color=339933]"Could be related to Hel, but my gut says no. Walter Hanson was taken out in the crossfire and eliminated."[/color]

	There was nearly a resounding chorus of murmurs of content. In fact, one by one, a majority of the agents started to applaud. Walter Hanson had been O.M.E.N.'s most wanted - the man responsible for the deaths of so many at Altsoba. His death had been a long time coming, and finally, he had paid for his crimes. [color=339933]"...Right. Anyways, I lost contact with Agent James Murphy while on route to Coventry. I then encountered the necromantic in question - Hel, along with a gigantic wolf. As you can see, she packs a punch."[/color] Jade smiled awkwardly, gesturing at the many bruises, cuts, and scrapes she had. [color=339933]"I estimate there was a low chance of there being any survivors at Agent Murphy's location. If anyone was there, they're likely dead."[/color]

	[color=cc9900]"Oh, Fenrir! Good on her, finding him again,"[/color] Fergus snickered. [color=cc9900]"He and my - well, the demon's - hellhound used to play together. Really, a wonderful pup. Deadly, vicious, and sentimental at heart. I'd choose him over any of you American gents any day."[/color]

	Jade ignored Fergus this time, instead turning her attention back to Alec. The O.M.E.N. agents with him on the plane had fallen silent, merely absorbing the information as best as they could. [color=339933]"Good. Then someone should track down that scientist and question her, if she's still alive. According to the druid, Hel can be killed with her own sword...and I'm pretty sure the goddess has it on her."[/color]

	[color=cc9900]"Doubt she'll just let you have it,"[/color] Fergus chimed in. [color=cc9900]"Not that I suppose you'd even bother asking nicely for it. Humans never do."[/color][hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=#C39BD3]Robin Ramírez[/color] & [color=00ffcc]Aloise Zamora[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s17.postimg.org/wmm321jsv/ezgif-2-0869d8c78d.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]	Aloise grimaced slightly. Hel had chosen perhaps an odd place for them to meet her in the morning. But then again, she was the Goddess of Death - and from what Aloise had observed, a little bit of a drama queen. [color=00ffcc]"Springfield,"[/color] Aloise said simply. It was home to the largest hotspot of paranormal activity in Nebraska - Ball Cemetery. Visitors were supposedly attacked after dark. A few hunters had attempted to purge the area of activity - they didn't all come out of the cemetery alive and the ones that did were never the same. 

	[color=#C39BD3]"You've got to be joking,"[/color] Robin said. She then walked over to Aloise and without a word, she yanked out the arrow bolt that was in her, before passing Aloise a bandage to wrap it with. Aloise gritted her teeth in pain but she didn't scream. She had been through worse as both a hunter and a marine. 

	[color=00ffcc]"It's a cabin, not too far from there,"[/color] Aloise added, knowing that she didn't need to mention the cemetery by name. [color=00ffcc]"It's only a half hour drive. We can leave now and plan on how to get the sword from her...Or we can spend the night here."[/color]