TrippyNightmareLiam Matthews
Glancing between Aloise and Sariel, Liam still seemed rather useless in the scenario, he had no weapons with him to defend himself or help the hunter as she still seemed particularly focused on the task she'd gotten from him, or perhaps she had taken Sariel's words to heart, and was simply getting prepared otherwise. Either way, he wasn't sure what to really say or do in that exact moment. Maybe out of fear, maybe out of a desire to simply not be the only useless member of their little trio, Liam moved to his desk, pulling open the drawer and grabbing his own gun, making sure it was loaded.
It was in that instant however that suddenly he felt Sariel's hands on him, tackling him down as he fell with a grunt, oblivious as to what was up, but then again, he was no angel. "What? What is it?" He asked suddenly as he attempted to sit up, looking past Sariel toward Aloise and the door, still so far oblivious to the hell which had quite literally been unleashed.
Darren Andrews
Coming down the stairs to the sight which lay before him, Darren's eyes widened. A million thoughts raced through his head at that exact moment, but it was fairly clear to Darren what this was the big shebang as it was, the Rise of the Witnesses. As such, he knew something would be after him soon enough. However, it hadn't been exactly what he expected, he had figured ghosts would make the most sense, corpses changed things. Not greatly though, he appreciated, after Jade's last run-in with something trying to kill her, Darren had made a note to mix salt and real rounds together in his magazine, grabbing his gun as he brought it up, moving toward the pair.
Reaching the two, Darren attempted to shove the Reverend away from Jade, bringing his gun up as he pulled down on the trigger three times. One of the shots would be rock salt, and the other two normal bullets. He doubted they'd kill him, but he figured it'd be enough to hold him off as he grabbed Jade by the wrist. "Cmon, get some salt from the kitchen then head down to the basement." He fired two more shots toward the Reverend as he backed up toward the door to the basement, opening it up as he hoped Jade would get what she needed quickly.
Javier Crypt
Smiling in a charming manner toward Belladonna as she took his coat, he set his hand on her arm gently as she laced it through his own, feeling a shiver run down his spine just from the mere touch of her nail against him, the slight graze drawing a upward shift of the lip from him. Moving along with her, he allowed his beloved to lead him out of the kitchen and up the stairs, a grin on his face, both from hearing her voice and perhaps the anticipation, but equally the pleasure in seeing his daughter's face as she came out, that look of disgust on her face, so charming.
As she opened the doors however, he grinned, almost seeming thrilled. "Ah, marvelous! A welcome opponent!" Javier grinned, gently releasing his grip on Belladonna, he reached up to the suit of armour beside him, taking hold of the Glaive it held and twirling the weapon about his form. "I wish you only the finest of luck, dear corpse." He would grin, making his way down the stairs toward the body which seemed intent on him, slashing at its neck. "Mi amor! I believe your whip should be under my pillow!" He called out, casually.
