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@Nallore @Witch Cat @BlueSky44: Day 5!

(Witch Cat, you're on an extension until after Tuesday)





Some men aren't looking for anything logical...

They can't be bought, bullied, reasoned, or negotiated with...

Some men just want to watch the world burn...



Not just anyone can contain an archangel. That's what he is, at the end of the day. Lucifer may have fallen, but he is still an angel, he is still one of God's favorites. Last time, Michael vanquished him, casting him down into hell. But the angels are silent, there is no hope coming from the heavens. Sariel has not reappeared after her duel with the devil.

Lucifer still seeks out Dr. Chang, the only one able to contain him. His other vessel has already disintegrated to ash. Like a deadly virus, or perhaps a dark cloud, his presence hangs over the town of Altsoba. He inspires the wicked and the cursed, hunting for a susceptible soul, one that might contain him for an hour, a day, a week--but none will last. The longer he is forced to search, the longer the world will live. But Lucifer can wait forever.

The people of Altsoba cannot. Remember those who have fallen, those who have already escaped this plight. Do their deaths matter, if the devil walks the earth? Perhaps they do. Perhaps our remaining few, those forced champions, will reap the devil. For he is an angel, is he not? He can be killed as one. The cage will seal him away, but it is not the only way. Good luck, my chosen ones...

You will need it.

@Lady Amalthea @Pundii: We rolled a 1, ladies and gents! Did that spook you? Yeah, it wasn't a "will you die roll?" but it was a roll nonetheless. The conversation is cut short, as the Church itself begins to groan and creak. The lights burst, little sparks falling gracefully down from the ceiling. The glass of the windows shatters, and a broken form appears. It is Sariel, covered in blood, with a shimmering silver substance leaking out of her eyes. "...Fuck. He's getting stronger," Hanson swore, before running over to the fallen angel. Aloise asists him, putting pressure on a gigantic stab wound. Those well versed in the supernatural may recognize Sariel as a lesser known archangel--a dying one at that. "It was a boy..." Sariel croaks, refuting Hanson's claim, before falling silent, her eyes wide.

"Mrs. Crypt, right?" Aloise asked, breathlessly. "You seem like a potions expert...Any idea how to fix this?" Hanson was out of his depth as well. No matter what those two did, the substance poured out of Sariel's eyes, despite the stab wound being in the stomach. Liam's guardian angel doesn't have much longer. But question is--what the hell happened to her? What, or rather who, would attack an archangel?

@Witch Cat: "Of course, the Church is not too far from here. I prefer churches with crypts myself, but this one is fine for the more piously minded," Mercurial answers briskly, before giving Eudora more specific directions as to how to get to the hotspot of activity, the church. Her eyes dart towards the sky, before glancing at Eudora. "I advise you tread carefully--the dark forces stop for none, as mother always said. Death at the hands of Lucifer is an excellent way to go--but I would regret not getting to see the full show."

@Pundii: Darren and Jade make it out of the prison okay, no more surprises. As they climb into the car, Jade will pause for a moment, frowning to herself. "Did you...hear that?" She glances around, but there is nothing to be found. Darren won't have heard anything. She shakes it off and shuts the door, but about halfway back to town, the car will stall. Lucky thing that Darren has mechanics for a skill, right? Darren will notice that the distributor cap is incredibly filthy--a bit of cleaning and it should work fine.

@BlueSky44 @Nallore @Witch Cat: Seems LLA decided to have mercy on you again today. You all make it to the Church, but the injured in your party aren't looking too well. Sylvia is definitely going to need emergency medical attention, for sure. Sera isn't looking too hot as well...But hey! Trevor's fine. That's good, right? Maybe there'll be someone inside the Church that can help but... What the fuck was that? Did you see that? The lights went out, the windows burst, all at once! Something is going on in there, for sure....Question is, are you willing to find out?
If I can deal with the emotional trauma of my baby getting shot at in DTB, I can handle whatever happens here;)

Unless James dies. Welp.
Update will come tomorrow after my exam
@Lady Amalthea Virginia's relations are done, m'lady :)
*pushes up finishing Iris' CS on my list of priorities*
@Lady Amalthea Yup. That's exactly what's gonna happen. I bet my broomstick :P
@Lady Amalthea I'm 99% certain Cecily is going to be the Wash of Chapter 2 :P


Chloe "Tuesday" Ridgeway

Location: Club AfterDark


"Right...Standard gangster talk, got it," Tuesday muttered, leaning her head against her hand. The skin around her eyes was pushed around from the placement, causing her to have the most weird and somehow adorable resting face ever. It all seemed a bit like a cliché to her, but Ronnie's line of work--no, her line of work--could be like that. "Four hours, fantastic. And it better pay damn well, that lady's the dictionary definition of irritating."

She glanced over at the bar again, spotting someone taking out a laptop. A laptop? At a bar? She rolled her eyes again. Everything felt irritating. She was on edge. Maybe she'd get something to settle her nerves, to calm her down a bit. She hadn't had any decent hits yet that day, and they did have four hours to accomplish this mission. She scratched at her wrist, once again contemplating if she could start everything over. Would any medical schools accept her? Would anyone accept her?

No. She made her bed. It was time to toughen up and deal with it. "So, fill me in, yeah?"


Cecily Ashworth

Location: Queensguard Private Airfield


Back in college, Cecily adored being right. Whenever an exam was given back to her, or whenever she confirmed her lab result, the pride from being correct sent a chill down her spine. It was a feeling that she craved, and through her investigation work as a forensic technician, each time her theory was proved, the same exhilarating rush coursed through her.

But now, halfway from the bushes and the safety of the water, the first shot struck the ground. She heard it before she even recognized what was going on, blinking as Caesar screamed at her to move, to run towards the hangar. It wasn't too far away, but fear coursed through her systems, making her lungs feel like they were filled with cement. As much as a scream fought to rip its way out of her throat, it was all Cecily could do to keep on running. Her eyes flickered around madly almost, and she expected the phantom of Proserpine to rise from the ground, and gun her down.

Gun. Gun. Gun! As she ran towards the hangar, perhaps the fastest she had ever run in her life, she noticed that Caesar was providing cover for her. But she knew rounds wouldn't last forever, and she had gotten her pistol in order to protect herself. Incredibly thankful that she had started carrying it on her, Cecily scrambled to pull it out as she dashed, before realizing that she didn't have any real skill with it.

She hoped desperately that her flight-or-fight instinct, the adrenaline pumping through her veins, would see her through. She didn't even pause to consider how odd it was, that they fired at intruders, rather than merely surrounding them and arresting them. Cecily followed Caesar's word as gospel, dashing to the hangar, and hoping that none of those bullets would strike her.

Truthfully, Cecily wasn't ready to die--not like this. Not like this.
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Good to see you have the right attitude about Cecily's current situation.


Same attitude I have about my finals

You guys are going to love Iris! :P
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