[color=603F6E][center][h1][b]Agatha Loom[/b][/h1][/center][/color]

Agatha crept through the internet. It was getting late in the evening, and she only had fifteen or so minutes of computer-time left before grandpa kicked her off.

In her usual inquisitive nature, she spent the last week or so looking into various strange phenomena around Araminta. No, not anything right out in the open like the Black Shuck, or the supposed Horde killings, no. Those were too obvious. Instead, she did her investigation by rummaging through the lesser occurrences around Araminta. [i]Woman wins lottery and quits job, Turns out ticket was a dud. Strange lights across river: Myth or Marvel?[/i] Almost every day there was some bizarre thing that demanded further inquiry.

As she continued rummaging through, she had increasing difficulty in reassuring herself against the idea of being crazy. Moreover, she tried looking into the origin of her own amulet, one that she still continued to wear around her neck. Where had it come from? Why had it sealed away the Thing it had within? She went across a wide range of sources-- Jewelry websites, forums, lost property rewards, nothing. No rhyme or reason to the amulet or it's make. After almost three months, her search turned up nothing. And she had a faint idea in the back of her mind, that for every place she went searching, trying to find answers, practically shouting in a crowded digital room for info, she was making a trail for herself. A trail that someone could follow.

And it seemed very well that someone finally followed it through.

The slightly-setting sun cast a light upon the room. She didn't catch first glance, but noticed the sudden spike in luminosity, turning her head out the window. Just as she spun in her chair and opened the curtains, the towering pillar of light had blinded her in engulfing light, before the world went black.[hr]

[color=344A6C][center][h1][b]Tristan Douge[/b][/h1][/center][/color]

Tristan had completely abandoned a conventional sleep cycle. Between investigating The Horde, understanding his abilities, and working to deliver just desserts to the bastards in this town, his sleeping pattern had practically evolved/devolved into "lay down when tired, stand up when not". 

He first thought it was early morning when he woke up on the couch, given the dim level of light outside. Then, quick look at the microwave clock later, nope. Nearly 7pm, fuck. Tristan sighed. He opened the fridge, grabbing a glass from the cupboard before pouring himself a cup of milk. He then stepped over to the front cabinet, leaning down to open it and pulling out the chocolate syrup. Opening the drawer next to him, he pulled out a spoon. After pouring a good amount of syrup into the glass of milk, he spun it with his spoon with one hand, pulling out his phone with the other and checking the Araminta Times for any updates...

... Nope, no murders or anything else notable happened since he fell asleep. Well, that was a brief reassurance. Looks like the whole town didn't [i]completely[/i] hinge on Tristan having his eyes open. Once he finished stirring, he tossed the spoon in the dishwasher and picked up the glass, taking a sip as he turned around to gaze out the window to the barely-setting sun. And that's when he noticed the massive beam of light erecting, off in the distance... 

Was it getting bigger?[hr]

[u][b]???[/b][/u]

Before Agatha fully returned to consciousness, she heard a brief interplay of voices around her. Like that feeling when your body is awake, but your mind is still asleep. A good two or three minutes passed, and Agatha resumed consciousness, finding herself in an abandoned warehouse, with several other people, some still asleep, others waking up. A few were even in the state of still waking up as she was in.

Agatha immediately panicked, refusing to take in any further details as she loudly gasped, sitting up and rolling herself backwards until she slid up against the wall, looking around in absolute panic and terror.

"Oh Jesus Christ, What the hell was that light?! You said you guys all saw it too? What the fuck are we doing here? They're after us, aren't they?! We're all gonna fucking die, aren't we?!" Agatha quickly asked and declared, looking around her surroundings while breathing heavily.

Tristan reawoke soon after, taking his apparent kidnapping much better. To him, it was just another couple minutes of rest. 

"Ngh... Shit. Where the hell are we? You guys saw that beam of light too, right?" He asked, as he rose back to his feet, stumbling before managing to maintain a proper stance.

He saw one of the people in the warehouse, a girl, just storm out through the front door. Oh, so they weren't locked in? Tristan heard some people mumble to themselves about stopping her-- Something about not doing it because of racism? Fuck that, it was almost dark. Shouldn't just go out there alone. Tristan followed her to the door.

"Hey! Where the hell are you going?! It's almost night, you can't just wander around all by yourself, it's fucking dangerous!" He called, following her out, taking the opportunity to take in their surroundings properly.