@Pundii @Lady Amalthea: You two are good to go. :) If you choose to enter the church, you'll find the odd group of Liam, Amy, Aloise, and Hanson. Belladonna and Javier might recognize Hanson, since he went to Belladonna to ask about rituals before the apocalypse began. Anyone sensitive to auras will also be able to tell there's something off about Liam and Amy.
@Pundii @Lady Amalthea: Hanson can't quite keep it together, laughing at Amy's long rant. "You really ought to do stand-up. Damn girl," he comments, watching as Amy sat back in the pew. Aloise, however, didn't find it nearly as humorous. She had a bad habit of taking everything seriously. "We'll need to fight the entities to get the--wait, you think I'm dead?" Aloise said, interrupting herself as she had started to answer Liam's question. "My uncle sold his soul to bring me back to life." He's in hell because of me was the unspoken end of that sentence. It was a bit of a sensitive subject for her, what her uncle had done. Sometimes she could joke about it, sometimes she couldn't. It was a process.
@Witch Cat @Nallore: Sylvia's spell is successful, though a bit painful to use her magic under such strain. And like this was coordinated or scripted, Sera drives the knife into the base of the undead's neck. However, that in itself doesn't do much. The attacker stumbles a bit, before reaching to pull the knife out. Like Katsumi said before she died, the brain's the thing.
@BlueSky44: Feel free to bring in Trevor now. Remember, the entire world seems to be going to hell. News reports flood the airways about the massive death and carnage, and a breaking update reveals that a similar chaos has broken out in the deep south. Whether Trevor is at home, his store, or hiding somewhere else, he's probably had not quite the best of days.
Mercurial Crypt
Location: Outside the Burning Building ---> City Hall
Interacting With: Eudora @Witch Cat
Interacting With: Eudora @Witch Cat
The witch seemed to be rather quiet, and that suited Mercurial's purposes perfectly well. She had a great-aunt several times removed who cut out her own tongue, in order to prove her innocence in a murder trial. The trial accounts were particularly riveting--the jury acquitted her, allowing her to murder twelve more people before she was finally put to death. Mercurial had written a piece about her when she was younger, accompanied with pictures of her great-aunt burning at the stake. Witches always tended to get rather creative deaths. Mercurial, of course, hoped that her death would be long and painful. She had been planning ahead for years, and if it was spoiled with something as painless as autoerotic asphyxiation, it would spoil her fun.
"Are you sensitive to the scent of charred flesh?" Mercurial asked, as they arrived at city hall. The disasters occurring in Altsoba all around them hardly phased the odd, morose girl. The petty fights with the creatures had lost their merit all too quickly, failing to interest her. Other horrors were far more deserving of her attention.
Waiting a moment for the witch's reply, Mercurial then put the gas mask on. She took great care to ensure her braids would not be caught in the fire. While some were able to pull off the burn victim look quite well, Mercurial had never found it to be particularly becoming on herself. She wished that scarred imperfections on her face would suit her, just as any little girl did, but it simply wasn't in the cards. And as her mother often reminded her, there was no need to chase imperfection. Her mother's own face and skin was perfect, void of any flaws, and she had found domestic bliss.
Of course, Mercurial found domesticity to be an opiate prescribed to the masses, in order to ensure their compliance with social customs and rules. Every tyrant needed some version of mind control. Only Mercurial refused to allow herself to fall into that trap. She preferred to carve her own path--literally--in the world. Taking a hold of the kerosene, Mercurial entered the city hall building, expertly placing splashes of it in order to ensure complete destruction. She made no effort to ensure the building was vacated, as it was against her purposes. A few rats brushed up against her leg, before scurrying off.
"Rats are such clever animals," Mercurial murmured, before igniting a single flame, and setting it down to spread. Calmly, without any sign of haste, she vacated the building, emerging just as the entire building went up in a fiery column of flames. She let out a content sigh, an eery smile plastered on her face. As her parents would not doubt proclaim, it wasn't just every day that Mercurial Crypt smiled. She smiled only on the most special and horrific of occasions, such as when she burnt her old summer camp to the ground.
Glancing back at the hobbling witch, Mercurial's smile fell, and she removed the gas mask from her face.
Jade Cornish
Location: Altsoba County Prison
Interacting With: Darren @Pundii
Interacting With: Darren @Pundii
Jade raised an eyebrow as Darren opened fire. The last time one of them did that, they ended up in hell, getting them stuck into this entire mess. The ginger managed to dodge the first few bullets that flew at him, ducking his head this way and that, an insane laughter, almost animalistic, crawling out of his throat. However, one of Darren's bullets didn't miss, and then another hit, and another, and another. Eventually, while Jacen Sarbye collapsed at Darren's feet, the eerie smile plastered on his face, the angel blade fell to the floor with a clatter.
"Not a demon," Jade said plainly, picking the blade up from the floor. "But a bloody brilliant neurosurgeon who turned his sister into a killing machine." She wiped the blade on Jacen's head, before delicately nudging his body aside with her toe. The blade in one hand and her firearm in the other, Jade crept forward and peeked at the ghastly scene Jacen had just left. Sure enough, a blood soaked form was on the ground, its hand shimmering with pink, blue, and purple glitter.
"He had his sister steal this for him, and then he killed her," Jade mused, though she paused. She didn't understand why Jacen Sarbye went after this thing. Perhaps he had been possessed all along, as Darren would suggest, and knew he had to go after the blade when he had the chance to. Turning back to look at Darren, Jade realized that getting the angel blade hadn't been the only thing Darren had to accomplish, to keep her from going back to hell.
"Now we need to kill the grim reaper?" Jade asked, feeling a bit skeptical. As much as she wanted to avoid hell, she couldn't help but feel demons wouldn't ask Darren to kill death, if there wouldn't be some drastic consequences from it. It wasn't the time for shits and giggles anymore, she was certain. It was more about what would advance their weird, demonic cause. Her time in hell, dragging on for what had felt like an eternity, even though it was a few hours on earth, had taught her that. Demons were ruthless sadists.
But then again, she didn't much fancy the possibility that she would be sent back to hell. She wasn't a believer by any means, but if she could avoid burning alive in those flames for a little while, she'd take it. Darren had sentenced himself to hell to save her--but, of course, she figured he would have gone to hell anyways. All the best people seemed to do so.
