[hr][hr][center][img]https://s9.postimg.cc/5xwkbgd73/8402167275e0247750f8d47a1609230f.png[/img][hr][youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bag1gUxuU0g[/youtube][hr][@Nallore][@FantasyChic][@BlueSky44][hr][h3][color=#9999ff][b]December 29th, 2016 - 12:45 P.M. EST - 1 Day Since Hel Returned[/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=#339933]Jade Cornish[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s9.postimg.cc/3odi9y3vz/giphy.gif[/img][hr][b][color=339933]Location:[/color][/b] Cromwell House - Suite 313 - O.M.E.N. Temporary HQ 
[b][color=339933]Interacting With:[/color][/b] Various[/center][hr][hr]	Mallory nodded, looking at Jessica. She was not certain if she believed in destiny, an odd opinion to be held by a creature of fate. Her powers relied on knowing when a person would die and warning them of their oncoming death. It was something that just overcame her - a knowledge that their hours were numbered. Yet while she never stuck around to watch the outcome, she liked to imagine that a few had managed to buy themselves some more time - to avoid the danger coming their way. Mallory stared at the group for a moment, before she began to feel the pull. She stepped up to the door of suite 313, knowing that one of its occupants would die within the next twenty four hours, and she knocked three times. 

	Jade glanced up at the three sharp knocks. There was something unsettling about them. [color=#339933]"Maybe we need to convince Hel to come to us, then,"[/color] she suggested. Ricky was about to answer the door when Jade got up and opened it, taking in the odd group of women assembled outside. She had half expected to see fellow survivors of Altsoba - or perhaps back up from MI13. It wasn't the case, however. However, she recognized the young girl from the case files she had been pouring over - Folly Rozalia Valeska. 

	[color=#339933]"Folly Valeska,"[/color] Jade greeted. [color=#339933]"You do realize you're wanted for murder, right?"[/color]

	"We're here to tell you about Hel..." Folly whispered, turning her head slightly as if a voice was whispering in her ear. "She's going to destroy the world...you need to stop her..."

	Jade raised an eyebrow, stepping aside and motioning for them all to come inside. [color=#339933]"Yeah, tell me something we don't already know."[/color][hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=#C39BD3]Robin Ramírez[/color] & [color=00ffcc]Aloise Zamora[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s17.postimg.cc/wmm321jsv/ezgif-2-0869d8c78d.gif[/img][hr][b][color=#C39BD3]Location:[/color][/b] Cabin in Springfield
[b][color=00ffcc]Interacting With:[/color][/b] Mariana Garcia [@Nallore], [color=C3D1C0]Hel[/color][/center][hr][hr]	[color=#C39BD3]"The Goddess of Lies?"[/color] Robin asked, assuming that Hel was sticking with the Norse myths. She didn't know that there [i]was[/i] a Goddess of Lies. Of course, she hadn't specialized in nordic mythology at any point in her life, yet it was the type of title she imagined she would have remembered. Hel ignored Robin's curiosity, having better and bigger things to think about. She knew that her cousin, Baldur's daughter, would show herself eventually. If all went proceeding according to plan, none of the Aesir would be afraid to traverse to Midgard ever again. Those angels would all fall. 

	Aloise looked at the archer as Robin accepted the arrow, putting it in her quiver after she glanced at Mariana and Aloise. There would be an opportunity to strike Hel - she was certain of it. Yet hadn't this been a mission to shut the gates of heaven and hell? Until that was accomplished, they couldn't make their move. However, she did notice the strange material the arrow was crafted from - mistletoe. It was an odd choice for crafting an arrow. 

	[color=C3D1C0]"It will be no small feat to slam the gates of heaven and hell,"[/color] Hel mused. She wanted obedience and domination - yet there was also the matter of those pesky angels. Without her cloak, she had little to no chance against her foes. She glanced at her three hunters in front of her, pondering for a moment. Her cloak called to her - it hadn't strayed far from Coventry. In fact, it was in Boston. [color=C3D1C0]"One of you will venture to an establishment in Boston - called Cromwell House. Retrieve my cloak for me,"[/color] Hel instructed. 

	 [color=#C39BD3]"I'll go with you to New York, my goddess,"[/color] Robin whispered. She didn't want to let Hel out of her sight, as long as she had the arrow. 

	Hel paused, staring at Mariana. [color=C3D1C0]"There has been a change in plans...Fenrir failed me in obtaining my cloak. We will all travel to Boston and retrieve it."[/color]

	[color=00ffcc]"And once you have the cloak...Can you shut the gates?"[/color] 

	[color=C3D1C0]"Yes, my power will have no match. I will be limitless."[/color]