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Can everyone wind up their stories of the Assault please? C:

Also, Savato, you can go on ahead without Weird Tales if you want to!


I need you to post before I can do that. You want. I should run after Scarlet or let her find her own way home.

@AcerRo I was going to have Nate take Jackson to some kind of safe house outside of the city. Wouldn't it be funny/awkward if they ended up right next door to Eli and Olivia?

Now that's a recipe for a sitcom right there. :)


The lols man, the lols.
If you look were everything is supposed to be. North about 20 miles or so, there is a 700,000 acre national party. Angeles National Park I think me the name is. I sent Eva Adams and Oiliva's Butler dude there. Imma try to send Oiliva there depending on how things shake out here and how the arc ends.
Where is everyone?
Either or. Both sounds fun.
I might be wrong but I think imma get to fight someone.
Eli's phone rang as he started reply to Olivia's rant about killing him. Eli couldn't catch a break with this girl if it was flying at his head. He held a finger up telling them both to wait. "Yeah." Eli said when he answered the phone. "You did wait...? What do you mean she's here? I told you to keep a fucking eye on her and make sure nothing happens to her! One fucking job fucksitck! One job!" Eli yelled as he hung the phone in a rage. He had been nice about dealing with peoples shit for a week now. He was done being nice. He saw Oiliva walking towards Pretty Boy, normally this would have been handled differently but his temper wouldn't allow it. With a whip of fire Eli smacked her in the ass, trying to bring her to senses.

He heard her scream her hate for this city, he didn't blame her, he didn't much like this place either. Looking over at Vance Eli spoke with rage filling his voice. "This is a one time offer, walk out of here. Right now! You get to live. Stop whatever it is you got going on here and you get live. Anything else at all I'll fucking kill you in the most painful way I can think of. Your Call Daisy." After a moment of silence Eli smiled a sick and twisted smile. It screamed something horrible was about to happen. "Run now and leave unharmed. You tell Lancaster I'm coming for her and I'll be taking anyone that's left here. Go on and git now boy." There was a sick joy to his last statement.

Elijah Craig arms were erupted in a dark red almost crimson color. He had no clue how hot he was but even he could feel the heat. The fire was almost melting off him, forming puddles at this feet. He wasn't bothering with controlling any of his powers. This was him as a caged animal, looking for a reason to come on out of the cage and kill whoever got in his way.

For over four years now, Eli had enlisted the help of several men and women to help him watch over Scarlet Evermore. Who now as in this fucking collapsing building. What or who she was doing he didn't care, she made her choice a long time ago. Still even with that there was a calling in the back of of his mind, he had to keep her safe. He wasn't sure if he was because he gave his word to her father, or because he even he was scared of her father. Either way he had to fix this and quickly.

What was wrong with the women in his life? Each one from his mother down made his life so much harder than it needed to be. Too bad even he knew there was nothing he could do about it.
Thank you Tate.
<Snipped quote by Pirouette>

Good. We need a little humour around here. Nate will probably continue to play the clown and make light of everything (while actually being deeply disturbed by it all).


That's why I sing, I plan to doing a footloose or risky business type post if I ever get to a place where I can. Hard to dance in building where everyone is dying and shits falling all around. I now have an idea.
I don't think me and Sapphire are gonna get that post from Tate... And here I thought he liked us... Be still... My aching... Haaaart.
Good news guys. I didn't die.


See everything worked out well. Thanks you for not dying, that would have been really shitty for both yourself and we here as people who know you. Plus your family and friends it would have really sucked for them.

I can happily speak for everyone above when I say, we are happy you lived and none of us hope you die anytime soon. We also hope that as a bonus nothing horrible or negatively life changing happens to you. As we all care. Again, thank you for not dying.

Reading that back, I feel like some fucking PR rep.
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