[hr][hr][center][img]https://s9.postimg.org/5xwkbgd73/8402167275e0247750f8d47a1609230f.png[/img][hr][youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t99KH0TR-J4[/youtube][hr][@Nallore][@FantasyChic][@BlueSky44][@Peridot][hr][h3][color=#9999ff][b]December 28th, 2016 - 10:26 P.M. EST - 0 Days Since Hel Returned[/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][hr]	[i]I sense a great disturbance in the Force...[/i]

	There seems to be a [i]Star Wars[/i] quote for every situation and this is no exception. Just as Obi-Wan sensed the mass death as Darth Vader ordered the destruction of Princess Leia's home world, so would many throughout this universe and perhaps even the next sense a great tragedy about to unfold. Those with psychic abilities - perhaps even those particularly attuned to this sort of death - would be filled with perhaps dread or terror - maybe even indifference, depending on the personality. But knowing that something is about to happen does not give you the power to change it. The dice have been rolled and the fates have been determined. 

	Now, enter Hel from stage left...

[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 - you'll only have 1-2 more rounds of this case left)
Recruiting: Why the hell not? 
Goal: Come up with a plan. 
[hider=Details]	While Lilith wanted a simple trip to the library, she receives anything but that. A ghostly hand reaches out and rests on her shoulder. Lilith, perhaps for once, will recognize this [url=https://s14.postimg.org/djstnvi1d/tumblr_odsbdm6y_IB1vf2trmo1_1280.jpg]spirit[/url]. It's Fiodora Valeska. "Aww, puddin', you got to learn to roll with the punches. Whether you asked for it or not, you're caught in this shit storm and the only way out is to see it through," Fiodora said. "...Keep an eye on my girl, will you? She's hurtin'." 

Outside of the library, Folly jumped back when Seraphina put her hand on her. Fairfax had just barely managed to beat the angel there, looking at Folly wordlessly. He wasn't sure what he could say to comfort her - other than be there for her. "I can't control it...He's in my head...I have to leave and get as far away from you all as possible. Or I'll hurt you too..."[/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: Don't die! 
[hider=Details]On the other end of the line, Sayuki actually [i]gasped[/i]. It wasn't a real gasp - it was more of a "how dare you ask such an easy task of me as if I'm not capable of it?" sort of gasp. There were a few choice words muttered in rapid Japanese before Sayuki switched back to English. "Yeah, I can get you in touch with them. Their security is shit - guess they figured that the supernatural wouldn't try and hack them," Sayuki commented. But suddenly the line went quiet and Sayuki screamed. "...What the hell?" Sayuki whispered.[/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] Various [@BlueSky44][@Peridot][@FantasyChic][/center][hr][hr]	There was a bit of silence in the room as various officials looked at one another. Eventually, Acting Director Irwin cleared his throat, drawing all of the attention towards him. "How many civilian casualties would there be if we combine the plans?" Irwin eventually asked. His eyes darted over the room, somehow making it was clear that he wasn't finished speaking even though silence was hanging. "Hel means to destroy us. If we have to sacrifice in order to defeat her...That's a call I'm willing to make." 

	"But sir, the president would need to authorize--" 

	Irwin held up a finger. "You know damn well the president is useless to us in this situation. He's out of political capital and his replacement spends all day on Twitter. We don't have the time to convince people that action is necessary. We have the power to act - and may god have mercy on our souls if we fail." 

	Rupert Cornish nodded, rubbing his forehead before turning to face the monitors once more as he regarded his niece. "Agent Cornish, help Agent Fletcher and Miss Calliban in finding the physicist. Use of lethal force is permitted. Head there immediately - we'll send you additional instructions." 

	[color=339933]"Roger that,"[/color] Jade replied. [color=339933]"Try not to end the world without me,"[/color] she then quipped, before disconnecting from the video call. It wouldn't take her too long to reach Coventry from her present location. From Alec's plan, the flight time to the Boston area is only half an hour. As soon as the orders are given, his plane turns sharply as they correct their course. For Bronwyn, it's an hour and a half plane ride away. 

	[color=cc9900]"We could lure her to Canada,"[/color] Fergus mused. [color=cc9900]"They're all too [i]nice[/i]...And you've seen how they play hockey, I'm sure they could handle themselves."[/color] He sighed slightly. He already missed his private stash of booze down in his home/prison cell. And as fascinating as this meeting was, he already knew the conclusion they would arrive at. They'd try to trick Hel (and they'd fail), they're attempt to kill her with her own weapon (which would be hilarious, but likely fail in his mind), and then they'd go to the nuke - which would fail again and wipe out the Eastern seaboard. 

	[color=cc9900]"What?"[/color] Fergus then said, noticing a few rather appalled looks that he was given. [color=cc9900]"All they do is produce maple syrup! There's hardly any value there!"[/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 nodded. She understood Mariana's apprehension about heading to Hel's designated meet up location already. It wasn't a long trip to make, so they didn't need to leave anytime soon to make it as well. For a moment, her thoughts drifted towards Darren and Liam. She once had something with Darren - and she nearly had something with Liam. For a moment, her weariness was clear on her face. She had lost too much for one lifetime. 

	[color=#C39BD3]"So...How to trick a goddess...Should be an easy enough plan to come up with,"[/color] Robin said, cracking a bit of a smile. The conversation had been serious and heavy so far, making smiles and jokes rare. She paused for a moment, drumming her fingers on her side. While they had lured plenty of monsters into traps before, a deity was a first for her. [color=#C39BD3]"I guess it works the same was as any lure - we distract her with something."[/color]

	Aloise's eyes lit up for a moment. The perfect idea had just popped into her head. [color=00ffcc]"With bait - and I know [i]exactly[/i] what Hel would come running for,"[/color] Aloise said. [color=00ffcc]"The cloak will increase her powers - she's desperate to get it. And she hasn't gotten it. It's in Massachusetts. If we get the cloak - or make her think we have it - we can lure her to us."[/color]

	[color=#C39BD3]"Are there any sigils that can hold her?"[/color] Robin asked. A plan was beginning to form in her mind as well. [hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=C3D1C0]Hel, Goddess of Death, Daughter of Loki[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s13.postimg.org/fhicemgjr/tumblr_oxi5we_JJab1svfiimo1_540.gif[/img][hr][b][color=C3D1C0]Location:[/color][/b] O.M.E.N. Panic Room - O.M.E.N Headquarters - Washington D.C.
[b][color=C3D1C0]Interacting With:[/color][/b] Martyrs [@BlueSky44][@Peridot][@FantasyChic][/center][hr][hr]	[color=C3D1C0]"Those aren't the correct sigils and warding,"[/color] Hel said as she stepped into O.M.E.N.'s panic room. She had appeared from seemingly nowhere. One moment, the corridor outside had been empty. The next, there was a vibrant flash of green light and the marble floor had been scorched, with [url=https://i.stack.imgur.com/A1eTJ.jpg]a gigantic sigil[/url] carved into it. Hel was a tall and regal looking figure, yet with a horrifying visage. As if someone had drawn a line down the middle of her, her left side appeared to be withered and decayed - as if half of her had died. The other half was the epitome of beauty and youthfulness, of health and life. 

	There was a [i]thud[/i] as a handful of individuals in the room fainted at the very sight of her. 

	[color=C3D1C0]"Now, there's no need to be alarmed. I would offer you a choice - to die or kneel before me - but I sense that your choice has already been made...Yet I shall do the kindness of letting you know before you perish that a nuke would have done nothing more than amuse me."[/color] She looked around the room, before lifting the large sword she carried in her hand. 

	There was no warning - Rupert Cornish sprung up from his seat and threw himself at Hel in an attempt for the sword. Irwin provided him a cover of bullets, but they did nothing to the goddess. And when Cornish's skin brushed Hel's skin, he began to shake wildly before falling entirely still. The goddess then smirked before throwing her sword at Irwin. It skewered him and Hel then held out her arm, the sword flying back towards her and returning to her hand. 

	There were 143 people at O.M.E.N. headquarters that day. What followed could only be described as a bloodbath. There would be only fourteen survivors. 

	The heroes were the first to die. Their blood was spilled on the ground by Hel's sword or their bodies fell limp at her touch. Yet with each person the died, Hel began to create an army. As the Goddess of Death, she animated the corpses and set them on what had once been their allies. Fergus seemed to hardly mind as Death greeted him. Agent Zacharia fought till the very end, until she too was killed. Agent Evans died protecting Bronwyn, only for Hel to slay the druid as well.  

	[color=C3D1C0]"Isn't this better?"[/color] Hel said, walking through the blood drenched facility. Among the thirty in the panic room, only two had survived. The other eight were scattered throughout O.M.E.N. headquarters. The goddess paused for a moment, seeing the bloodied but still breathing form of Alexander Jakobsen. 

	[color=C3D1C0]"Do not mistake this for mercy - you retaining your life. It is crueler to leave you to exist whilst your allies have given their lives for their cause. You will speak to the leaders of this world and instruct them to lay down their arms - or I shall lay waste to them just as I did here tonight,"[/color] Hel warned. She then vanished in another gleaming beam of light, leaving O.M.E.N. headquarters heavy with silence. 

	Alec would have witnessed the entire slaughter on the monitors. 

	Now, the other survivor in the panic room with Alex? It's a young scientist for O.M.E.N., specializing in biology, neuroscience, surgery, and medicine. His name? [url=https://s14.postimg.org/eoqk46ykh/giphy.gif]Ricky Goldsworth.[/url]