[hr][hr][center][img]https://s9.postimg.org/5xwkbgd73/8402167275e0247750f8d47a1609230f.png[/img][hr][img]https://s17.postimg.org/59n3mo9mn/giphy.gif[/img][hr][@Nallore][@FantasyChic][@BlueSky44][@Peridot][hr][h3][color=#9999ff][b]December 29th, 2016 - 8:40 A.M. EST - 1 Day Since Hel Returned[/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][hr][color=9999ff][i][b]Shaw Psychiatric Hospital - Washington D.C....[/b][/i][/color] 

	Ricky didn't return Alex's grin, but he nodded curtly at him. Thankfully, the nurses didn't seem to be paying attention to Alex so obviously going to examine the lock. Ricky hadn't moved his gaze from a spot on the floor. It was as if he was seeing the numbers and equations in front of him, with him being disconnected from this reality. (Basically, he's me when I get super into my math, Blue...) Ricky then glanced up at Alex. He had been making careful observations of the lock and he remembered when the battery warning light had gone on. 

	"Now," Ricky said quietly. "It should be dead now - the light is still on because that warning system runs on a separate circuit," Ricky explained quietly. He then rose to his feet and pressed down on the door handle. The door sprung open and Ricky calmly walked out, not even looking back to see if Alex was following him. He wasn't running or making a break for it or anything. The nurses didn't seem to notice. After all, why would someone be walking so calmly in a mental ward unless they were allowed to be out? Only escaping patients ran for it. 

[color=9999ff][i][b]Sayuki Household - Boston, Massachusetts...[/b][/i][/color]

	Chikashi shook his head. "They're keeping most of this out of the news," he explained. He gave a bit of a weary sigh and cleaned off his glasses, before gesturing for Jessica to take a seat. There was no sound of footsteps on the stairs but Mallory emerged a moment later, looking like...a person. [url=https://i1289.photobucket.com/albums/b518/ThetaOswin/Li%20Ji-Eun_zps0d0aatas.jpg]She looked like a young South Korean girl.[/url] Mallory flashed a smile at Jessica, before she nodded at a ring on her finger. It had a strange glow to it - it was the reason that Mallory could appear human. She didn't look like she was wearing her cloak, but if Jessica focused on her, she could see past the illusion and see the hooded death spirit. 

	"That's because they'll put out a report in a few days saying it's all drugs," Kyasarin chimed in. She opened up her laptop and began to type away at it rapidly. "And people will believe it because they're dumb and don't want to have to be afraid for their lives. Just like Altsoba all over again. Nothing changes." 

	Chikashi sighed slightly but he knew that his daughter was right. She didn't used to be this cynical - but then again, that had been before the accident. 

[color=9999ff][i][b]Coventry Horrors Hotel - Coventry, Massachusetts...[/b][/i][/color] 

	There was plenty of coffee for Lilith, though none of it had been brewed yet. With Andromeda gone, no one was running the hotel. Most of the staff hadn't bothered showing up when they realized that she wasn't there, so no one was attending to much of anything. There were portraits lining the walls and their eyes seemed to be following Lilith as she walked. 

	Folly was deep in thought. She didn't know how to contact O.M.E.N., but then she realized something. The O.M.E.N. agents hadn't come looking for Hanson - they had come looking for [i]her[/i]. "I don't think we call O.M.E.N.," Folly then said quietly. "They came to Coventry to find me, since they knew I had a connection to Mephistopheles...Maybe we let them find me," she suggested. "Then they'll come to us." [hr][hr][center][b][h1][color=339933][i]Jade Cornish[/i][/color][/h1][/b][img]https://s18.postimg.org/9gb0is9k9/tenor.gif[/img][hr][color=339933][b]Location:[/b][/color] Cromwell House - Boston, Massachusetts 
[color=339933][b]Interacting With:[/b][/color] O.M.E.N. Agents, Alec [@Peridot][/center][hr][hr]	Jade let out an honest laugh at Alec's words. [color=339933]"Please. I got this job because my uncle was worried I'd become an alcoholic if he couldn't keep an eye on me,"[/color] she said. [color=339933]"Looks like he was wrong,"[/color] she then added with another laugh. But then again, she had been in Altsoba, the first even that had nearly ended the world. She had worked a variety of jobs in her life, but all of them had ultimately been investigative positions. Private detective turned homicide cop turned agent of MI13. [color=339933]"Intel says Fairfax worked at M.I.T. and lived in an apartment nearby,"[/color] Cornish explained. 

	[color=339933]"Let's hit the university first - she must have spent a lot of time there in her lab,"[/color] she mused. In her experience, any PhD candidate or post doc was practically glued to their lab. Some of them even would spend the night there rather than return home. She stepped outside of Cromwell House, going back into the bitter Boston chill. The remaining agents followed her out, still a bit shaken over the entire ordeal. 

	"What do you think we'll find there?" one of them asked Cornish. 

	[color=339933]"No idea,"[/color] she admitted. [color=339933]"Hopefully an explanation as to why the Norse goddess of Death wanted a physicist dead,"[/color] she said, before hailing a cab to take them across the river to M.I.T.[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=00ffcc]Interacting With:[/color][/b] Mariana Garcia [@Nallore][/center][hr][hr]	[color=#C39BD3]"Anyone who responds to an ad like this deserves to get robbed,"[/color] Robin pointed out. It tended to only be perverts and pedophiles in her experience that would show up to give saliva based on their ancestry. There was always something wrong with them. And Robin doubted that between the three of them that they'd have any trouble getting the spit they needed. It wasn't much worse than credit card fraud and hunters always had to do that to make ends meet. Aloise nodded in agreement - she had made her fair share of bile purchases before. Of course, the internet had never helped with them - it tended to be seedy bars. 

	[color=#C39BD3]"No responses yet, prima,"[/color] Robin then said as she refreshed the page. She wasn't too worried though. They had plenty of time and the weirdos would come out of the woodwork eventually. And if they didn't, the bile was only needed for one of the wards. They also had the option of trying to steal her sword from her as well. 

	Aloise thought about it for a moment. They'd need to trick the daughter of the God of Mischief. They had gotten relatively lucky back when they faced Lucifer, managing to kill him in that Church. But the more she thought about it, the more she realized they needed to play into Hel's weakness. [color=00ffcc]"Hel doesn't think she's a villain,"[/color] Aloise finally said. She tapped her fingers on the table. [color=00ffcc]"That's her entire deal, right? She wants to save the world. And I am completely fine with her shutting the gates of heaven and hell."[/color]

	[color=#C39BD3]"I don't see how that helps us,"[/color] Robin pointed out. [color=#C39BD3]"Once she's on top, she'll be cautious, won't she?"[/color]

	Aloise hesitated before an idea came to her. [color=00ffcc]"Once she's won...We throw her a celebration. Create some monument in her honor. Sing her praises - tell her that she really is the hero she believes. And as she goes to sit on her throne, she walks over the ward."[/color]