[center][h1][color=686F91]Liam Matthews[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=686F91][b]Location:[/b][/color] Aunt Sue's Inn #10
[color=686F91][b]Interacting With:[/b][/color] Aloise Zamora [@Morose][/center][hr]

Between the questions and conversation with Sariel, Liam had not gotten a great deal of sleep that night. He fell asleep quite late into the night, and he was still asleep when the knocking started at his door. It was enough to wake him up however as he groaned quietly, blinking a few times before he realised who it must have been. Getting up and moving to the door, he opened it up, still looking rather bedraggled as he watched her closely for a moment, offering something of an awkward smile as she explained why she was here, as if he'd forgotten.

He nodded his head, reaching up to run a hand through his short hair for a moment as he cleared his throat. [color=686F91][b]"Of course, please, come in."[/b][/color] He'd say as he turned to let her inside, closing the door as he briefly glanced around to confirm Sariel wasn't on the roof or anything as he moved to sit down, watching the hunter. [color=686F91][b]"Well, a friend of mine, Amelia Pilkvist? She's been reporting about everything going on from her studio but, at the same time, I saw her here, though she insists it wasn't her."[/b][/color] He shrugged his shoulders. [color=686F91][b]"I don't really have any experience with stuff like this, but I guess i'm assuming."[/b][/color]

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[center][h1][color=5F7171]Darren Andrews[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=5F7171][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Morgue
[color=5F7171][b]Interacting With:[/b][/color] Jade Cornish [@Morose][/center][hr]

[color=5F7171][b]"Yep, this is the one."[/b][/color] A voice all-too-familiar to Jade would be above her, Darren standing with his hands in the pockets of the suit he wore, glancing over to the Coroner as the older man spoke up. "I just don't understand why the CDC would want a body that was shot?" Darren chuckled and nodded, as if agreeing the idea was absurd. [color=5F7171][b]"Cause of death isn't the issue, don't worry."[/b][/color] He insisted, starting to push the gurney Jade lay on away, leaving the Coroner as he was, even if he wasn't too sure whether or not to believe him.

It was a brief walk pushing Jade outside, and once he was out of view, he ditched it and picked her up, expecting her to still be asleep as he set her in the Impala, moving to the driver seat and climbing in as he set off, removing his CDC badge and tossing it into the glove box filled with fake IDs. Turning on the ignition, he began to drive off, glancing over to her from time to time as he waited for her to open her eyes, unaware she had in fact been awake the entire time as he sat there. 

He glanced down for a moment at the directory sitting between their seats, confirming the address he was heading to as he continued on. He'd appreciated his chance meeting with Howard the night before, otherwise he figured he'd have no idea where else he could get an angel blade. After that, it just came down to finding a reaper within 24 hours, no big deal, right?

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[center][h1][color=CBAA3D]Javier Crypt[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=CBAA3D][b]Location:[/b][/color] Crypt Manor
[color=CBAA3D][b]Interacting With:[/b][/color] Belladonna Crypt [@Lady Amalthea][/center][hr]

Slowly, Javier's eyes opened with a few blinks as the faint glimmer of sunlight peered through the windows and crossed his eyes. Smiling as he was awoken to a bright new apocalyptic day, he rolled over in the black sheets and held an arm out to wrap around his dearest, but it was met with nothing. She had already slipped from the sheets, as usual, without him even noticing. Pushing himself to sit up, he stretched out his arms and his back, still sore from his love's tender affections the day before. He savoured the pain in them for a moment as he moved to stand, ready to meet the day and anything that came with it.

Moving to the wardrobe, he dragged out one of his many golden coats, pulling it on over his shoulders as he glanced between the contrast of black and yellow clothing, smirking as he closed the wardrobe again and moved out of the room. His ears were suddenly struck with the voice of his dearest, calling out to their darling daughter to rouse him from his slumber. The way that her voice rang through the house prompted a loving sigh from the man, a chill running down his spine at the icy feel of her voice. 

Creeping down the stairs, silent as the void, he carefully and slowly made his way into the kitchen, spotting Belladonna by her cauldron as he approached from behind, reaching out to run a gentle finger up the side of her arm, leaning forward to brush his lips against the cool skin of her cheek. [color=CBAA3D][b]"A beautiful morning, isn't it, mi amor?"[/b][/color] He let out in little more than a whisper, letting a grin grace his lips for a moment as he watched her closely. peering down to the breakfast she had 'concocted'.