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"Yes, a little help would be great!" Darren grunted. The wolf seemed to be getting ready to go for another charge and he didn't like his odds if he was stuck there. He was only able to half focus anyways, as he was worrying over Aloise. Her moral compass had always been strongly oriented, so it made little sense for her to join Hel. She had to have had a good reason behind - maybe she was going to attempt a double cross. Sacrifice her life, so that way everyone else could live - that was the Aloise Zamora he knew.

"...LOOK OUT!" Cecily screamed. She managed to dive to the right in time to avoid Fenrir's swipe, but Seraphina wasn't as fortunate. Fenrir had been going straight for Millicent, intending on grabbing the cloak for its mistress. The time traveling angel just happened to be exactly in his way. Fenrir knocked Seraphina to the side, with the angel slamming into a pole and sliding to the ground. To an ordinary human, it would have been fatal. Her host was certainly in horrible shape.

"Fuck...Hey, hey ugly!" Cecily shouted, certain that Seraphina was dead. To her knowledge, no one could have survived that. But since Seraphina was an angel, she was only wounded - not dead yet. Throwing out her hands, Cecily waved them about, trying to attract Fenrir's attention. She didn't have much luck, as the wolf growled at Millicent and bent down, ready to snatch away the cloak with his teeth.

It's not working...What to do...What to do... Cecily bit down on her lip, the ground around her rapidly shifting phase. As she glanced down, she lamented that she didn't have a lot of control over this power - though she understood where it came from. The contents of the letter she received - they must have been true. He really was her father. Otherwise...

Throwing her hands up once more, Cecily had a terribly wonderful idea. Letting out a screech, she focused on Fenrir as much as she could. At first, there was no effect. She was tempted to give up and try another approach, but something told her to keep pushing. She strained herself more and more, letting out a death scream, and it began to work. The wolf's head changed from a solid to a liquid. It wasn't his entire body - but it was enough.

The entire head was liquified, killing Fenrir. The body collapsed, falling to the ground and narrowly not crushing Millicent. Cecily fainted in turn, completely exhausted by that use of power.

They were safe - for now.

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A strange look came over Folly's face. While the circus traveled, they had been in Coventry for a while now. And it wasn't the first time they had come through this area. "I know the way," Folly said simply, before taking the initiative and walking off towards the hotel. Lilith and Thalia would likely understand her strange behavior. Whenever her father had been particularly violent and unhinged, she had run to the hotel. She had hidden there - she had hidden with Fairfax, decades away from her father's reach.

"We haven't had a proper chance to introduce ourselves," Fairfax mentioned, as he followed Folly's lead to the hotel. He didn't truthfully need it. While Coventry had changed in time, the hotel had the same location. Most of the streets and landmarks were the same. It was part of Coventry's historic charm. "My name is John Fairfax - but everyone seems to have taken to just calling me Fairfax. I'm an inventor and...huh, this is a funny tidbit I've never put in an introduction before, when I woke up last, it was 1929."

Folly didn't turn her head, yet she apparently agreed with the need for introductions. She knew everyone there but Katsumi. However, it was clear that her mood was still relatively dark. "I'm Folly Valeska - likely a psychopath in the making at this point. The deck's stacked against me." Her father was Boris Valeska a.k.a. Jack Fairfax, after all.

"I'm sure that's not true, Amiyra," Fairfax said, his tone filled with concern.

Folly didn't reply.

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"Huffington Post - What sort of abilities are we talking about?" an eager reporter asked, hand outstretched with a recorder. Irwin cleared his throat, about to provide an answer when Cornish's phone rang. Holding it up to his ear, Cornish stepped aside for a moment. By his facial expression, the call had been anything but good news. To the O.M.E.N. agents who had seen Cornish for the last few hours, they likely had become familiar with his facial expressions and realized that he generally showed great restraint. For him to be this obviously distressed...something had gone terribly wrong. The only question was where?

"Enhanced reflexes, speed, stamina, strength - powers that no human being is capable of," Irwin answered.

"You can't possibly mean...superpowers?" the reporter responded, laughing nervously. Despite the Incident, many people continued to live in denial. And of course, O.M.E.N. had done a bang up job at ensuring the more intimate details of the Altsoba Massacre were never released. The public couldn't help but be naive.

"This isn't a laughing matter it's--" Irwin began, but he was cut off. Cornish had mouthed something to him and the color drained from Irwin's face. He glanced back at Cornish, as if to confirm that it was true, before then looking back at the assembled press and agents. "That's all the time we have - thank you."

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While it had been overcast that morning and the sun broke through in the afternoon, the temperature had dropped to near freezing that evening. Thunderstorms dominated the night sky, with heavy drizzles pouring intermittently, accompanied with the occasional booms of thunder and flashes of lightning. Most everyone had stopped work for the day as the shadows became more and more prominent, except for those who worked best in the darkness. Whether it was selling guns or cursed items, the low lighting of night helped to cover those illegal transactions. For Anthony, he had one such appointment at an abandoned paper warehouse with Miss Scarlett Cromwell.

A natural witch, she wore a fashionably red ruffled blouse, partnered with a leather jacket, skinny jeans, and black heeled boots. While she didn't appear to be more than eighteen years old, it was always hard to tell with witches. Some of them ensured that they kept a youthful appearance, even if they were eligible for compensation as a senior citizen. For someone as vain as Scarlett, it would have been a mistake to even ask how old she really was. Although unbeknownst to Anthony, she had killed for less before.

Instead, she had a reputation as being temperamental.

But she always paid the price agreed upon and didn't kill the dealer, so she was practically an ideal customer. Tapping her foot, Scarlett huffed. It was two minutes till the appointment and there was no sign of Anthony. He was supposed to give her one of the cursed boxes with an unknown content. She really didn't care what was in it - she simply needed a cursed box and she needed it now.

"No good help these days," Scarlett growled, thinking up a particularly nasty hex. If Anthony didn't show in the next two minutes, she'd use it.

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Seraphina was busy trying to move a pole using one of her abilities to try and throw something at Fenir, she wasn't paying attention and she didn't realize that she was in the massive wolf's line of sight until it was to late. She felt the wind being knocked out of her as she was flung across the room. Then she felt a sharp pain going through her body as she was slammed into a pole, looking down as she saw the pole sticking out of her. She knew that her vessel would have been mortally wounded by the injury, breathing heavily she looked at the others.

Cecily in particular as she watched the mutant trying to get the creatures attention, and eventually she watched as Fenir's head suddenly starting to liquefy in front of her. Feeling the ground shake as it's body fell limp to the ground, Seraphina then pulled the pole out of her groaning out in pain. She would need to heal her vessel first as she reached down and held her hand over the wound, she slowly stood up and stumbled over to Cecily to check and see if she was alright.

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Anthony had been driving for the last few minutes just outside of the city one of his usual dealing areas, looking at the curse box next to him in the passenger seat. He didn't even know what was in the box, managing to find his way into a dead hunter's storage room that hadn't been attended to in the last several years. He had a lot of dealings with supernaturals, witches, demons as well as humans alike, he didn't care who the client was or why they wanted the said items that he managed to get his hands on. He didn't ask questions, they didn't ask questions just trade off and leave.

He was at their agreed upon location, an old abandoned paper warehouse out of the prying eyes of anyone who would want to ruin their deal. Looking at the clock on the dashboard he had about two minutes left. Anthony grabbed the curse box, and then got out of his car making his way over into the warehouse. Anthony could see the lone woman standing in the center of the large room, he then walked out of the shadows crossing his arms over his chest and looked at her. "You got the money right?" Anthony's usual deal was 1,000 dollars up front, he held out the box in the air to let her inspect it for herself.

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Dani escaped outside, panting a few feet away from the entrance as he caught sight of the group moving away. It was tempting to run towards them and put more and more distance between him and the circus, but a sudden crash and shrill scream tore his attention away. His winced as he looked back at the flapping entrance, watching it beckon him inwards. A little ember of that desire to fight peaked through as he edged closer towards the entrance, gingerly peaking his head through the door and almost heaving up his nonexistent lunch at the sight. As if the crumpled up, dying body wasn't bad enough, there was now liquified dog spreading all over the floor. It must've stank, but Dani never actually tried smelling it. He didn't take the risk and just pinched his nose shut, sticking to the edge of the circus and away from both sight and the spreading pile of gore, trying not to throw up.
He tiptoed slowly towards the groaning angel and lightly shook her, but winced and drew his hand away as he remembered reading about how you could damage or break someone's neck who got in an accident. "You still alive?" he whispered as he gently put his hand on her shoulders, chanting a healing spell into her despite wanting to run away so bad. Sure, Dani was cowardly at times but he wasn't heartless.

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Rita was about to roll her eyes out of her head at the mention of superpowers. She didn't like that word at all. It made them look comical, like a joke. "An organisation formed to fight people with superpowers" doesn't quite convey the same sense of urgency and level of threat. It filled people with hope, which was the worst part of it because it filled them with false hope. It wasn't a hope that reassured them they'd get through it, it was a false one that made the people merely shrug their shoulders and convince themselves that "it's not that bad", encouraged them to be lazy, to not care. It'd all be dealt with easy peasy, right? Just like in the comics, Superman is going to swoop in and save us all.
Or maybe she was just reading too deep into things. Rita needed more distractions before she started internally brooding.
Rita's eyes snapped towards the director, she felt the tenseness in the air before she even saw his face. It's like the air itself held still around his twitching lips. She couldn't help but edge closer to him, perhaps hoping to get a snippet of the phone call that made him go stony. She herself tense up too, but more out of excitement than dread. And now, the swarm of cameras and questions seemed a little more tolerable, even the explosion of activity she expected after that final line didn't fill her with that much hate anymore.

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Lilith kept a wary gaze on the man as he spoke to Folly. Considering all this happened and she was intent on finding the girl, she wasn't about to lose her again. Especially now. Lilith knew Folly pretty well and she knew. She would run to that hotel to escape her father and now he was dead. Folly was alone.

No not alone. Regardless what the girl felt about her, she cared for Folly and she had her. Regardless.

So to the hotel. "Name is Lilith, since we have actual time to do introductions. I've never been to the hotel, but I was on my way there before......all of this happened. I know a bit about it. We can regroup and figure things out." It was the best plan at this moment, all things considered. She hoped the others were ok.

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Millicent was not ok.

In fact, she was pretty far from ok. Not only was she about to be eaten by some giant wolf thing, even after it was dead it nearly crushed her. If looks could kill, everyone within vicinity would be dead. She was still stuck, but she had the cloth, such as it was. The wolf wanted it, which means it was important to Hel, which means it was now hers.

She tried to get unstuck. "If someone could help me, that would be just lovely. Id like to avoid being crushed by something else." After she was unstuck, she would look at the cloth. She heard a voice, was the cloth speaking? It needed further examining, but she would do it alone. These people were a nuisance and she didn't want to deal with them any longer.

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Bronwyn continued to watch the man speak. He did have a presence that made you wish to listen. Even if the reporters were keen on tossing his ideas to the side (idiots), she knew better. Powers were real, though she would argue they were not of the superpowered variety. Sure, she supposed that what she could do could be chalked up as superpowers, but she knew it was her affinity with nature.

Once it ended, Bronwyn would wait for most of the reporters to get up. She would stand and seek out Irwin. She wished to speak with him. She traveled this far and she wasn't about to be turned back. When she got near him, she would show she meant peace. "Sir? Sorry to bother you. My name is Bronwyn Calliban and I hope I can take a few minutes of your time. I enjoyed your speech and I believe you. I know somewhat of what is going on. Rather, I can feel it. If you have a minute?"

"Ooh, why don't you talk about how your all going to die soon. That'll definitely get things going in a conversation. Or is that more of something that'll kill it, not to sure which," Deadpool said with a smirk, looking at Thalia. She stopped herself from saying something in response, knowing that it would probably make people think that she was even crazier than she appeared.

When they started doing introductions, she felt that she might as well get it over with it. She knew Folly and Lilith, but she didn't know Fairfax, or the Japanese girl who was with them. "I'm Thalia," she said as she looked at the group.

This whole thing seemed pointless to Katsumi. She planned on getting back to her own time quickly, however that was going to happen. She wasn't too sure that she could handle fighting a goddess, the idea itself was crazy. Though, from the sounds of things, there were a few people here who seemed to actually be crazy. That was not very reassuring.

"Kore wa muimidesuga, watashitachiha subete o yubi de tomete, subete o yori yoku suru koto wa dekinai to omoimasu," Katsumi mumbled slightly. She looked at the group, and let out a sigh. "My name is Katsumi, and I don't belong in this time era either".

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Main Tent - Cirque Anomaly, Coventry, Massachussetts...

Seraphina's healing of herself is successful, with the wound of her vessel closing up. However, the human soul that once coexisted inside the vessel with her had already gone to heaven. It had been a fatal wound. Partnered with Daniyal's healing spell, all of the damage done was gone. Her vessel was in perfect condition. Cecily was still unconscious, yet otherwise, she was relatively healthy. Such a large use of her powers had just been too much for her.

"Fuck...It won't budge," Darren grunted. He was stuck as well and as much as he tried, he just couldn't get himself free. With Cecily unconscious, it'd be up to Daniyal and Seraphina to help Millicent and Darren. The sooner that was done, the better. Otherwise, there may be unforeseen medical consequences...

Lobby - Coventry Horrors Hotel, Coventry, Massachussetts...

During the walk away from Cirque Anomaly and towards the Coventry Horrors, the cell phones and other electronics returned to life. The interference seemed to have died down - possibly because Time was no longer quite so broken, perhaps since Hel had fled, or maybe even the others had defeated Fenrir.

"Right," Fairfax said. "Lovely to meet you all - though not under the best circumstances." The doors to the lobby were unlocked, allowing them to enter freely. Andromeda must not have locked up before her death. Ushering them inside, Fairfax watched as Folly went inside and looked around, taking in the somewhat tacky decorations. Sal Aldrich had been a big fan of all things Halloween. She then turned towards Lilith, as if waiting for her to come up with a plan.

Cedar Creek Pub - Aurora, Colorado...

It's a little before seven in the evening in Colorado. For many, this is a time to join with family and consume a hearty meal. Yet for some, those wanderers and drifters, they find themselves drawn to the streets. With the sun starting to set, the soft neon glow of the various pubs beckon them to come in from the cold. Christmas decorations are still up. They won't go down for another few days, when it's time to decorate for New Years.

Cedar Creek Pub isn't the most respectable establishment, but it isn't the worst. It tends to be a mixture, but on this night, it's almost uncomfortably empty. Well, aside for suit sitting in the corner. When Walt enters the pub, the suit raises a hand, gesturing for him to come join him in the booth.

"We just got word from Washington. We need you to come in."

St. Septima's Veterinary Hospital - Clearwater, Florida...

Just a few days after Christmas, St. Septima's is quiet. That does not mean that it is calm by any means. Those coming in with their pets are facing difficult decisions - is their pet in too much pain? Is surgery worth it, despite the possibility for complications? What will they tell their children - and how will they deal with the potential for loss? There is pain and tension in the air, but there is also something that only Jessica can hear - "Angel Radio."

Hel has escaped. Angels, disperse. Find her location.

Abandoned Warehouse - Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania...

"Of course I have the money. What do you take me for?" Scarlett asked, quite clearly seething. Rather than touch the box instantly, Scarlett reached into her bag and pulled on a pair of silk gloves. Various runes and symbols were embroidered onto them, presumably as a protective measure. She then opened her purse and showed its contents to Anthony - the thick wads of cash constituting his exact fee.

"Open the box," Scarlett then requested.

O.M.E.N. Headquarters - Washington D.C...

Irwin and Cornish both made their way off stage, heading through a pair of double doors and down a hallway. It was the direction to what some fondly referred to as the Panic Room. Lined with salt and other protective sigils, it allowed O.M.E.N. leadership to feel safe and secure as they discussed the elimination of all necromantics, good and evil. It also doubled as one of the few safe places where they could meet with the Consultant.

Irwin hesitated, glancing back at Cornish who was busy arguing with someone on the phone. He let out a sigh and crossed his arms. "You have one minute - go. Evans, I need you to go get the Consultant." Other agents were already beginning their various missions. More than a few teams across the world had been mobilized in order to bring in assets. They needed the man power.

FBI Mobile Office - Ashland, Wisconsin...

It's been a bit of a slow day - worryingly so. Murphy hasn't reported in as scheduled, something entirely unlike the man. He had been scheduled to speak with a potential witness, Edwina Fairfax, earlier that day. Yet he appeared to have dropped off the grid entirely. To make matters worse, it wasn't long before another governmental agency called - O.M.E.N. - to inform Murphy's supervisor that he was likely dead. They didn't offer much information, practically just informing the office and then hanging up.

"Something big must be going down," one of the agents commented. "Never seen O.M.E.N. this flustered."

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Jade had been the one to phone Rupert Cornish in the middle of the press conference. Once she had gotten herself out of the wreckage and assessed her physical condition, she had attempted to get in contact with anyone she could. For far longer than she liked, her phone had been zero help at all. At one point, she then heard what sounded like quinjet engines, only to run towards where the noise had been and find no one. She was without backup and without transportation -

Needless to say, she was pissed.

"I better get some fucking time off on a goddamn beach or something after this," Jade warned her uncle as soon as he had picked up. It might have been her eleventh time trying to call him - she had lost count. "Agents Keenan and Decker are down. FBI Agent Murphy has been unresponsive. Look, this shit is bigger than we thought."

"I know."

"Whatever is causing all of this, it's going to bite us in the ass if we don't take care of it."

"I know."

"Then do something about it," Jade growled.

"We're trying - we've brought in the Consultant. Irwin is reaching out to anyone he can think of that may be able to help now."

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In Nebraska, it's nearing eight o'clock in the evening. The humidity was down from its high in the morning, but it was still palpable. The clouds were low in the sky and the sun had already long since set. The cousins had been staying in the suitably named Hunter Hotel for the past week while working a case. There had been reports of ordinary, successful citizens becoming homicidal murderers - a sign of demonic activity. Earlier that day, they had finally finished with the last one and were now enjoying a well deserved night off.

"₁¿Escuchaste eso, prima?" Robin said, slowly sliding off the bed and grabbing a crossbow. Another knock, harder and louder this time, sounded on the door. Robin carefully put a bolt in her bow, nodding towards Mariana. "₂¿Crees que nos perdimos uno?" she then whispered.

The knocking ceased for a moment. Robin stared at the door handle, watching with a bit of dread as it began to turn. Someone was coming in to see them, whether they liked it or not. The main question was who? Or perhaps, even better, what?

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Seraphina looked over towards Danyial as he came back into what was left of the battle with Fenir, groaning slightly as she felt the witch helping with healing her wounds. She closed her eyes as she couldn't feel the soul of her vessel anymore, letting out a slight sigh, the woman's body that let her in was a kind woman. She was dying of cancer, when Seraphina offered to let her live longer and heal her which her vessel accepted. "The vessel is fine, it will heal over time." Seraphina said softly as she looked towards Millicent who was asking for help, and then Darren as well.

"Tend to the woman, i'll help the other." Seraphina said gesturing towards Millicent so that Danyial could help her, the angel stood up healing up the last of her wound. She approached Darren and knelt down resting her fingers on Darren's forehead to heal his wounds, and went to help him so that he would be pinned down by the rubble anymore. "Just stay still when this is up get pull yourself free." Seraphina said as she continued to aid Darren.

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Anthony rolled his eyes slightly hearing Scarlett's seething voice, but he was more interested in what was in her purse when she pulled out the wad of cash he was happy to see it. "Of course princess." Anthony said as he flicked the latch that kept the curse box closed and opened it up. It was the firs time that he had opened it since he had acquired the item from a dead hunter who lost his life on some previous job of his.

"First time I opened it so I got no clue what the hell it is, I know you folks have some fucked up uses for it." Anthony said giving a slight shrug. Anthony then closed the box up and tucked it under his arm eyeing Scarlett from a distance. "So toss over that green and i'll give you the box deal? Also no returns either if it ends up killing ya." Anthony warned, he really hated when people or their loved ones complained about the item killing or injuring whoever it was that got it off of him.

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Jessica was in an examination room with an elderly couple who brought in one of their cats who looked like she was very old, she knelt down and started to examine the old cat. It looked like it had lost a lot of weight recently, the cat seemed to be fairly calm as she poked and prodded it with needles. Sighing slightly as she gently patted the cat as she inspected it's teeth, which had appeared to lost a couple recently. Jessica turned her attention towards the elderly couple who were there waiting patiently for their diagnosis for the cat. "She seems to have been losing a few teeth, which could mean the reason why she has been losing a lot of weight recently." Jessica told them.

Jessica started to write down a prescription. "I suggest changing up her diet, to wet food it should help otherwise she is pretty healthy." She said as she handed the couple the note, and they thanked her and gave them a friendly smile as she looked over at the cat who laid there contently on the table. One of her favorite animal patients, unlike the other cats she tended to they always put up a fight dogs were also pretty easy to treat as well.

Jessica walked the couple out before heading back into the room, and leaned forward slightly she tilted her head to the side and groaned slightly. She really wasn't used to 'Angel Radio' still that's why she kept it off most of the time, and it also helped her keep hidden incase they did go after her. Jessica wasn't sure what they meant by Hel escaping, whoever it was it was a threat if all the angels were scrambling to find whoever this Hel was.

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Mariana was leaning on the chair her feet prepped up against the table as she was filling up a few rock salt shells into a shotgun shell, when she heard the same knock as well. "Por supuesto que lo escuché Robin." As Mariana quickly got up grabbing her flask of holy water as well as her shotgun and made sure that she had a rock salt shell inside it, which she did. Mariana got up and stood to the side of the door pumping the shotgun so that it was ready to be shot.

As far as Mariana could tell she couldn't sense a demon on the other side, but it could be some other supernatural creature or even a person who somehow got possessed by a vengeful spirit. "Hubiera sentido si hubiera un demonio." Mariana said, she had a knack for sensing demons that would be anywhere near them which made her job hunting demons that much easier. Mariana saw the door knob turning when the moment the door opened Mariana fired a rock salt round at whoever was on the other side of the door. It would hurt like a mother fucker but it wouldn't be fatal.

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Dani slowly straightened up and backed away as the angel rose, muttering a quick sign of thanks that she didn't die. And after that, he kind of stood around idly, still as a statue. A very lifelike statue with quivering, wet eyes as he tried to blink away dust and the spine-chilling-bedwetting-fears that accumulated within him. It's only when the angel had jerked him out of his trance with her words did he phase back into the physical world. "Millicent?" he looked around, confused almost as he tasted the name. Millicent, Millicent, ah! That woman he gave the cloak to! Glad to see she didn't betray them! Dani took a few tentative steps towards her, still a little shocked as if he had forgotten she existed. Following Sera's command, he began trying to free Milli as Sera healed Darren, and despite his spindly arms, Dani reached down and lifted with all his might to try to free her. Now would be a great time for some hidden spring of power to show itself.

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Rita walked slightly behind Cornish as they came face to face with Irwin. However, Rita wasn't quite paying attention, instead her mind wandering off to some fantasy of killing baddies that felt more and more real by the second.
"Evans, I need you to go get the Consultant."
Rita snapped out of her daydream but kept her face calm and emotionless as she did, putting on the facade of having been attentive the whole time. She gave him a curt, silent nod and made off towards the Consultant. Poised gracefully and with dignity as she walked towards the room. Giving off the illusion of being quite serious on the matter to hide the fact she felt like a little girl about to open her Christmas present rather a little girl about to open the doors of one of the most highly secure area on the planet. She could feel it already. Her pounding heart exploding out of her chest, the heat of the battle singing her skin and flying sprays of blood and gore matting her hair. And the deafening, choking silence that would unfold on the battlefield after all was said and done. Her dreams so close yet so far away.
She stopped briefly at the door, unsure of whether to treat the consultant with high respect and seriousness or if he was the type of person who enjoyed a good joke. For safety's sake, she decided to go with both.
"Consultant," she began, knocking quietly, "There are some people who would like to consult with you."
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Walt had been having a pretty average day, his mediocre job here in Aurora landed him a few new burns and cuts, and he was yelled at by some lard filled sack of a boss that garners enough hate that Walt would stab him happily if he thought he was a monster, though every day passes by with no such luck. After Walt finishes his shift he makes his way into town, the different bars around only tolerate him for so long before kicking him out so by the time he reached Cedar Creek pub he was already pretty intoxicated.

A man in the other end of the pub, well dressed, suit and tie, really official looking, called out to him. Omen, this organization had looked him over before, something about wanting to get teams together, or was it they needed and machinist? Walt couldn't get his head around why they had looked at him before, but he did know that they had decided he was to volatile to bring on at the time. Walt looked over at the bar and and held up two fingers, to which the bartender begrudgingly obliged, and Walt sat at the table, where soon two glasses of whiskey were set down, Walt took one and downed it then picked up the second.

"If I remember, I wasn't OMEN material, something about....." His mind couldn't connect the dot just yet. "Well whatever, I'm out of practice now anyway, what could possibly be so bad that you would come looking for me?"

Walt was lying, he was just as sharp as ever, still practicing, still hunting, perhaps not to the extent he did back when OMEN was looking into him the first time, but definitely enough. Walt set the other drink down not having sipped it, this was actually starting to bother him, and the gravity of it had a sobering effect, what do they want? It wasn't as if he would come out to find him for nothing, and OMEN must be desperate or something to come to him, so it must be real bad, like Plano bad, maybe worse, these guys didn't fool around, when OMEN gets involved, people die.

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Once inside, Lilith felt mildly safe. Granted, she was in an unknown hotel and this was Coventry. Still, it was better than dealing with a giant dog and an angry woman who was capable of throwing swords with her mind. However, the group was silent and Folly had her eyes on her. She wasn't aware of it until after an uncomfortable about of silence. She threw her hands in mock surrender.

"I'm out of my element here. If we were dealing with angry spirits, I'd be your girl. But as it stands, we're dealing with something somewhat unknown. Best I can do is talk to the spirits nearby or see into the future and hope it tells us only good things." She lacked any other beneficial skills, but perhaps what she did offer would be helpful. It was all she had.

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Millicent was rightly pissed off. Not only was she stuck, but she was also still stuck in this time period she knew little about. What she did learn from them is that the future was fucked. And all she had on her was the cloak she desperately tried to grab that she still knew nothing about.

To make matters worse, she was now being helped by this...boy. This child. And he wasn't proving to be much help. In fact, his words still echoed in her mind. Don't betray them. She could imagine that betrayal, as it was still fresh in their minds, was a testy subject, but she owed them no loyalty. In fact, if this cloak proved to be powerful, she would be stupid not to take it for herself, Hel be damned. She, of course, wouldn't swear loyalty to Hel either. She didn't trust whatever rewards she was offering. Often times, if something sounded too good to be true, it usually was.

Not pleased with the boy's efforts, she tried as hard as she could to free herself.

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Bronwyn was a little irked that the man didn't seem to want to talk to her, but she did her best to hide it. Regardless, she at least wanted to put herself out there in case she could be of any help. Whether or not OMEN wanted it was of no consequence to her. "Then I'll get right to the point. I know something is coming. Or rather, I can hear the pained cries of nature. Nature is afraid and the last time a call like that was heard by my people was during the Altsoba Crisis. Whatever is coming, it needs to be stopped. I heard you talk and while the reporters may be skeptical, I am not. I am here to help, if you need it. If not, I will do so alone."

Bronwyn was not one to put herself out there often, but she was fired up by this. Danger was on the horizon, that much was true, and she would not sit idly by and let it happen. If they won, then great, but if they lost, it would be bad. End times bad. Hell, maybe they were in the end times to begin with. Either way, it had to be stopped. Or, at least, the effort had to be made.

Well, once again they were in a situation in which everyone didn't really know what to do. What happened with the mullo instantly sprang to Thalia's mind as she glanced around the hotel. She had never really paid much attention to the building, but it was better than nothing. Fairfax seemed nice enough, and she knew she could trust Folly for the most part, so she didn't really want to say anything against the building.

"Hey, did Halloween come early? Or are we at some museum or something. Here I thought the circus was weird, and now I've found some place that tops that on my list," Deadpool said, before Thalia glared in his direction. It was getting to the point where she didn't care if anyone thought she was crazy, at least it would get the guy to shut up for 2 seconds.

Katsumi wasn't too sure about the place. It was a strange hotel, at least in her opinion. The way her life has been though, it didn't surprise her that there would be a place like this somewhere in the world. The place was definitely not what she had expected when she was told they were going to a hotel. She gave Thalia a funny look when the woman seemed to glare at no one in particular. The woman was definitely peculiar in her opinion.

When Folly seemed to direct her attention to Lilith, Kat looked at the woman too, since she had no idea what to do. This situation was really familar, and since the angel woman from before seemed to want to send everyone home, odds were that she wasn't going to be sticking around much longer. When Lilith said she didn't have any ideas, it didn't really surprise her. No one seemed to really have any idea of what to do, it was definitely a reoccurring theme.

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It was a truly perfect day. Freezing? Yes. Drizzling? True. Dark as hell? Couldn't see a thing more than ten yards away. But there was something so calming about being all by yourself, on a boat in the middle of the night with just a fishing rod, hot water bottle and some beers to keep you company. Yes, Alec Fletcher was a very content man.

At least he was, until his phone rang.

"Well, shit." That was his work phone. Work as in, "emergencies-only-I'm-on-my-goddamn-vacation-you-vultures", work phone. Putting his fishing rod back on it's stand, and praying he wouldn't get a bite while he answered the damn thing, Alec polished off the remainder of his beer before picking it up.

"Fletcher." Unsurprisingly, it was some folks from the FBI. Surprisingly, they were here in Wisconsin, not too far from the docks where he would eventually have to go. "You guys followin' me or somethin'? Didn't even know we had a unit out here."

""Mobile Office" means we can move, Agent Fletcher."

"Yeah, I got that. What's up?" Remaining silent as the agent on the other end told him the news, Alec heaved a heavy sigh before sitting back down, shaking his head. Agent Murphy had been a good guy, from what he'd seen of him. Pretty annoying, but yeah, still good. It was a damn shame to find it he was gone... and even more of a damn shame to find out what was happening next. Sitting stony-faced as the agent continued talking, Alec sighed again before agreeing to cut his vacation short and make his way to the mobile office.

Listening to the dial tone for a few seconds as the agent left the line, Alec eventually hung up himself, glancing at his rod as it began twitching in the stand. Typical. He would catch his last bite of the day right as he was about to leave. Getting to his feet and reeling in his bait, he scowled at the water as he felt the pressure on the other end leave. Looked like Nemo was going to live to see another day. And by the sounds of what lay ahead for him, Alec felt slightly jealous of the fish. Things seemed much more simple on the water.

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Despite the drizzle and the dark, Alec didn't take too long in finding dry land and tying his rented boat up. By sheer luck, the owner was still on the shorefront, dealing with another of his boats. Waving at the owner and tossing him the keys, he offered the older man a grateful smile.

"Thanks Jerry - she served me well. There's some fish in the icebox that you can have, won't be able to take it with me."

"But you've got her for the rest of the week! Don't tell me you're leaving?" Jerry asked, catching the keys with a frown. Alec replied with a tired shrug and yet another deep sigh.

"Work beckons me. Don't worry - they owe me one-and-a-half extra weeks vacation now, and I'll damn well be comin' back here in the summer. Keep the boat nice for me!" At that, he waved goodbye and made his way to his car. Thankfully he didn't have all that much to pick up from the hotel he was staying at. It was almost as if he'd predicted he would be called away at some point, and would need to keep most of his shit in his car anyway. He just hoped the FBI had some decent excuse for all this.

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"Evenin' fellas. Would one of you mind telling me why I just abandoned a lake full of fish for some work?" Pleasantries were abandoned at the door as soon as Alec arrived at the office; marching straight in and towards the Agent that had notified him of Murphy's probably death. "What the hell's happenin'? I take it somethin' big must be goin' down if you want me to fill in Murphy's boots so quickly?" The guy hadn't given him much information over the phone, which indicated some kind of skittishness. Something had to be putting everyone on edge so much.

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Main Tent - Cirque Anomaly, Coventry, Massachussetts...

Somehow, someway, the rubble crushing Millicent is shifted enough that she can wiggle her way out from underneath. There's no lasting damage to her, though her legs are a bit tingly as the blood returns to them. Her circulation had been cut off for a bit - so good thing she's out now! The cloak in her hand is silent as well. If Millicent didn't know any better, it would have appeared to be an ordinary cloak, without a death spirit imbedded into the fabric.

"Thanks," Darren grunted, as he managed to slide out from underneath the rocks. Cecily still hadn't awakened and Darren stared at her for a moment, clearly crestfallen. They didn't belong in this time. And the longer they stayed, the more damage they'd be doing to the universe. He didn't have anything more than a feeling to back him up on it, but...

"We don't belong here," Darren said, turning to face Seraphina. "Can you send them back?"

Lobby - Coventry Horrors Hotel, Coventry, Massachussetts...

Well, well, well...This is good news, for once! You see, Lilith got a perfect score. Not only will she see ghosts that are relevant, she's able to find the spirit of just about every person who ever lived or died in Coventry. The exception is Andromeda and the others who died in the tent - their spirits are strangely absent. Among the spirits she can see are the following:

• Mallory Coyne - a Pinkerton detective from the late 1890's
• Tobias Fairfax - the founder of Coventry, died in 1691
• Lyle Corandel - a hunter of the supernatural, died in the 80's

As for the rest of you - Thalia's hallucination hasn't gone away. In fact, it seems that her unwanted visitor now has a friend. The funny asshole is now accompanied by a woman with dark curly hair and mischievous eyes. "C'mon, sweetheart. Enjoy the ride~!" the new hallucination beckons to Thalia. "One day you'll be dead like me...Dead, dead, dead."

Folly is relatively silent, her eyes glancing towards the staircases. She had spent almost all of her time in this hotel running up them, attempting to find a wardrobe that would take her away from this time and to a better one. Fairfax, of course, was focused on the task at hand. "I think that speaking with some spirits is an excellent idea - they may know more about this situation than we do ourselves..."

Cedar Creek Pub - Aurora, Colorado...

The suit smirked at Walt. His fondness of alcohol had been well documented, and it hadn't taken him too long to figure out which pub to wait for Walt in. While there were a few to choose from, Cedar Creek had the best booze for the cheapest price. For the hunter on a budget and needing to forget the sins of his past, it was ideal. "We had a suspected sighting of a Norse deity in Washington, near Altsoba. Male, don't have an ID on him yet. Witnesses are being processed as we speak," the man explained calmly. "We need you to--"

His phone rang and the agent held up a finger, signaling for Walt to give him a moment. As he answered the phone, the conversation was quick to the point. There were several yes, sir and I understand, sir before the suit finally finished the call. He forced a smile at Walt, looking a bit sick to his stomach. "There's been a change of plans. The unknown necromantic is no longer a priority. We need you at the Capitol."

The man paused for a moment, before standing up from his seat in the booth. "And we're no longer asking - we need you on this." It seemed Walt wouldn't have much of a choice in the matter when it came to the O.M.E.N. agent. Of course, to see O.M.E.N. scrambling like this was incredibly rare. The organization hadn't been around for more than half a year, but they already had a certain reputation established for themselves.

St. Septima's Veterinary Hospital - Clearwater, Florida...

Jessica's luck has taken a turn for the better - and simultaneously, for the worse. Angel Radio was coming in loud and clear, clearer than it perhaps ever had before. Perhaps it was the natural order of the world out of balance, allowing the angels to be more distinct? Or maybe they had finally found her, the signal better as they came closer and closer? Keep on listening...

--A prophet has foreseen a gathering of warriors in Washington D.C. to fight Hel...

--Our squad will approach soon, brother. We have detected a nephilim in Clearwater, Florida.

--Finish the job and then join us, sister. The Aesir may have returned...Near Altsoba, one of our number was slain.

Abandoned Warehouse - Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania...

Fortunately, nothing particularly extraordinary or harmful happens as Anthony opens up the container. Of course, that's in a supernatural sense. Scarlett's mood instantly sours, her eyes narrowing as she stares forward at Anthony with hate. Closing her purse angrily, she extends a hand, telekinetically holding Anthony in place. He won't be able to budge or even move a muscle.

"Where. Is. It?!" Scarlett screamed. With one hand still holding Anthony fixed in place, she removed an object from her purse with the other: a map. She set the map down on the ground, reciting a Latin incantation. She was performing a tracking spell on the missing item. The map bursts into flames and Scarlett blinks a bit, before finding a shriveled piece of paper left on the ground. On it, a single word has been burned - O.M.E.N.

"You set me up?! I'll fucking kill you and your family for this!" Scarlett screamed, seeing red. She flung Anthony backwards, sending him crashing into his own car. The car alarm started to ring and the windshield broke, but the damage to Anthony himself was minimal.

FBI Mobile Office - Ashland, Wisconsin...

Alec's superviser, Vicki Norman, didn't appear to be amused in the very slightest. Her insanely curly hair seemed to be more of a frazzled nest than usual, as if she was preparing a nest for a family of birds. Agent Norman's intense glare was enough to send the agent that had phoned Alec - Agent Summers - practically running towards the break room. It was about eight o'clock in the evening - perfect time to take a dinner break, right? Right?

"Fletcher, you have to go in now," Norman explained. She pinched the bridge of her nose. "O.M.E.N - yeah, those assholes - phoned in. They need you in D.C. to debrief them on Agent Murphy's activities. They're calling whatever the fuck is going on an Altsoba Level Event." Norman's phone started ringing again and from the look in her eyes, she may very well decide to smash it into bits at this point.

"There's a private plane waiting for you at the airport - and Fletcher...Give whoever hurt our boy hell," Norman instructed, before heading into her office to answer the phone. She shut the blinds, sending a clear warning to those in the mobile office - do not enter unless you have a death wish.

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Upstairs, Irwin looked at Bronwyn for a moment. The stress and fear was clear on his face and it motivated him to act against his best judgment. Ordinarily, he never would have accepted a civilian request to help. He'd instead direct them to the recruiting office and likely never see them again. O.M.E.N. preferred to seek out individuals and ask them to join, rather than taking those who applied. Anyone who applied for this job, in his experience, was a little insane.

"Okay. We're going into the panic room for a briefing," Irwin said with a bit of a sigh. "Hopefully you know something about the Norse goddess of death, kid."

Seven stories underground, Rita was not having nearly as much success with her conversation partner. The prisoner's facility was designed to keep out just about any sort of supernatural threat - especially demons and angels. Cell phone signals did not work as well. And to make matters even better, the entire chamber was built out of plastic. It had been retrofitted with iron bars after its original prisoner was no longer there, making it into an ideal home for the Consultant.

"Well...Tell them I'm busy," Fergus replied. He was currently spread eagle on the ground, with a glass of whiskey next to him. The nearly empty bottle was rolling around on the floor. "My hours are one to two on February 29th...excluding leap years when I'm on holiday."

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Robin nodded, heeding her cousin's words. Mariana had never been wrong about a demonic possession before - when she was sober, at least. Robin didn't recall them getting the opportunity (thankfully) to test it while Mariana was drunk. Hopefully they'd never know if her sixth sense still worked on those occasions. With her arrow notched and at the ready, Robin took a deep breath as the door opened. Mariana's shot went off, hitting the intruder with a round in the stomach. Robin's arrow was next, hitting the intruder squarely in the shoulder.

"Jesus Fucking Christ...," the intruder swore, staggering backwards. "That hurts like a motherfucker..." She panted a bit, squinting as she examined the wound where the arrow was. She didn't want to risk pulling it, just in case it was stemming blood flow. She gritted her teeth, using the door for support. "Sorry about the language...I was told that I'd be able to find Mariana Garcia and Robin Ramírez here."

The stranger paused for a moment. "I'm Aloise Zamora - I need your help."

"Aloise Zamora?" Robin repeated. She hadn't lowered her bow. "Who told you where to find us?"

"Russell," Aloise replied. Russell was well known in the hunting community. He knew just about everybody. If he didn't know a person, they didn't exist or they were long since dead. Whenever someone needed help on a job, he tended to point them in the right direction. "Listen, can we talk?"

"About?" Robin asked, only lowering her weapon slightly.

"Saving the world."

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Norse Gods? That was definitely not what he was expecting, the Norse were not the kind to get really heavily involved in the affairs of mortals, and if one was on earth now, depending on which one it was, this was going to be truly catastrophic. Walt had been an odd duck in the way that he still worshiped the old Germanic Gods, it only ever slowed him when dealing with them personally, he couldn't imagine killing off a Norse God, but he was one of few hunters that wouldn't and if they were being chased by OMEN then he needed to be there to try and keep them from dying. As the suit put away his phone, he told him that they had another issue, but he would still be needed.

"Alright, alright, look, I am gonna help you, but I need a couple things, my truck needs to come too, so if we are flying then it does too, I also want in on the Norse god case you mentioned, if there is a way to let that sit on the back burner long enough to let me help I'd appreciate it." Walt took a long sip on the glass of whiskey, "Oh, and if I am gonna work for the big wigs, let's see if someone can get me a Grigori Sword." Walt grinned, this request was only half in jest, but if there was ever a chance to get one of those damned things this was it.

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Seraphina gave Darren a friendly smile and nod as she finished up healing the wounds that he had, her eyes wondered over towards Millicent and Danyial as he went to tend to the woman, and then over to Cecily who was still out cold. Then her attention turned back to Darren, letting out a slight sigh and nodded. It was very much true that they all didn't belong in this time, and they would need to all be returned as soon as possible. "I can, though I believe one of us had gone with the others for safety." Seraphina said as she stood up and offered her hand to help Darren back up to his feet.

Seraphina then eyed the cloak that Millicent was holding, during the fight she did notice that Fenrir was after that cloak when Hel had left. They needed it, and hide it so that Hel wouldn't be able to find it Seraphina looked towards Darren. "Try and get the girl up, then i'll send you all back, just give me the exact date and time you were taken." Seraphina then started to approach Millicent. "I need the cloak, i'll hide it and make sure it wont be found again."

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Anthony watched as Scarlett closed shut the purse that contained the money, then Anthony watched her face starting to sour when he looked inside of the curse box. Then Scarlett extended her hand, feeling every muscle in his body unable to move at all having a very confused look on his face. "The fuckin hell you talkin about?" Anthony asked, doing his best to try and move but still unable to move at all. Then the girl seemed to be getting even more angrier by the second. Anthony watched her dig into her purse again and then pulling out some object and a map.

Hearing Scarlett chanting something in latin, and watched the map she had brought out burning away Anthony then screamed when he was flung across the room. His body hitting against the windshield of his car, groaning out loudly as he looked at Scarlett accusing him for setting her up with OMEN. Sure he did work with them and acquiring whatever items that they needed to be found, Anthony didn't trust them at all. "Fuckin cool down lady! I do the occasional job for them if they want a curse item, but I sure as hell don't give a fuck about them." Anthony said trying to reach for his handgun.

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Jessica closed her eyes as she listened in, out of all the times she tuned into Angel Radio it all seemed to be garbled voices that were at times hard to pick out and understand. But she could hear it loud and clear now as Jessica quickly reached for her knife that was in her purse. As far as she knew she was the only Nephilim in the city, Jessica wasn't sure how many there were that were going after her body she needed to get out of the building quickly. Jessica shoved the knife into her pocket and then grabbed her purse making her way out through the front door.

Jessica looked at the receptionist that was at the front counter. "Hey cancel all of my appointments for the rest of the day, I need to go something personal came up." Jessica said before making her way through the front door and headed over to her car, which was parked in front of the vet clinic. She looked around for a moment as she took out her knife, looking around for a moment and then brought her knife up to her palm. Jessica winced slightly as she cut the blade of the knife into the palm of her hand and started drawing a sigil onto the door of her car. Leaning herself up against the door of her car to make sure that it was hidden, quietly looking like she was just waiting patiently for them to come.

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Mariana watched as her cousin's arrow flew and hit the intruder's shoulder the moment the door opened, hearing a woman's voice and saw Aloise leaning up against the door. She raised an eyebrow and looked over towards Robin for a moment giving her a slightly confused look when she asked for them. "Your looking at them." Mariana said as she sat her shotgun back onto the table and helped Aloise back into their hotel room. Mariana then started to relax somewhat after Aloise mentioned Russell, she had known him for awhile and did a job or two with him in the past. Her father also worked with in in the past as well when her father worked hunting full time before he retired, Mariana then walked over and then grabbed a bottle of beer from the nearby fridge and handed it to Aloise. "Sorry about that, we just finished a demon job and thought you were one of them that we may have missed." Mariana said.

She was curious about the job and looked over to her cousin, when she mentioned saving the world, she couldn't help but be she was also slightly skeptical about it. "Gonna need a bit more information, whats going on?" Mariana asked it wasn't very often that another hunter came out of the blue to ask for help from her, she usually did some jobs alone before her cousin showed up.

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"Well, it is February 29th! And looky that, it's exactly one o'clock!" she lied very, very unconvincingly. She cleared her throat and pressed herself closer to the door, "C'mon now, they said it's very important- look can I come in? I can carry you out if you like," she sighed, unsure herself if she was bantering with him or if she really was losing patience. Something about being so close to tasting proper adventure made Rita lose herself in the sea of her emotions.

"Lives are at stake, y'know," she started, leaning very nonchalantly on the wall, "You could be a hero in the eyes of all," she teased. Did he even want to be a hero? Was that what's missing from his life? Or was it just more booze? Ah, the complexities of modern man. God, what was she even doing? Rita knocked harder on the door and begged, "Would you please come out? I'm sure I'm going to get scalped if I come back late and or empty handed so do it for me at least! The faster you get this over with the faster you can go sleep or do whatever it is you do."

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Dani somehow found himself edging towards the angel after he had helped her up. Wasn't too odd in finding comfort being next to a literal angel. Especially after you almost died and have also been staring at a headless, melted dog for the past however-long-its-been. Probably like 15 minutes, felt ages to Dani. "I don't think I want to go back to my own time," Dani murmured, staring glassy-eyed at the entrance as that all too familiar chilly sensation brushed down his spine. "Isn't there somehow I could help? I'm- I'm a witch!" he stammered, one step away from grovelling at his feet, "And capable! I can survive anything from wildfires and demons!" The chill shocked him again, but he shook his head and ignored it. "I- I can help that woman!" he insisted as he hurried over and dropped next to Cecily, placing his hands on her and flowing the healing energies within her as he chanted his spell.

As he worked, the gears in his mind turned. What was he going to do? Life was turning upside down in his own town, would he want to go back to it? Should he insist to stay here? Should he just plunge into the sea off a cliff and join the Universe freed from his mortal coil? So many options, so little time.

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Lilith must have unwillingly called forth the spirits, because in an instant they were all around her. She could she a multitude of spirits floating back and forth. Funny enough, she couldn't see any of the ones from the tent, like that pale woman. She paid that little mind, if this could help them out, she had to try.

"Good, because they are here." Lilith didn't have all her equipment, but she would do her best in this case. "Spirits within this hotel. I bid you hello. We desire your help if you would be willing to offer it. I am sure you are aware of the situation as Hel has come to the mortal plane with plans in motion. If you have any information about Hel or her plan, I plead, please tell us." Hopefully the spirits would have some ideas.

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Millicent was finally free and she could feel the blood coming back to her leg. It would take a minute for her to stand up, but she didn't have much time. This cloak proved to be useful and she wasn't about to part with it after all of her effort. She didn't trust any of these people and she wasn't about to start now. "I went to a lot of effort to grab this, so kindly piss off. I'm not parting with my prize until I find out what it means. Heard the bloody thing speak before, not about to hand it off. You saw that idiot girl betray the others, you think I'm about to stat trusting you lot?"

Millicent stood up once she got some feeling back and put the cloak closer to herself. "I think you all have bigger problems anyway. This cloak stays with me, but I'm not about to be killed by some goddess with something up her arse, so I will help. But I will help my own way, like it or not."

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Bronwyn didn't appreciate the manner in which she was spoken to. Clearly the man was not keen on this, but he offered her a space and she wouldn't turn him down. She knew enough to be helpful, but like on one's resume, you put on there what you hoped the interviewer wanted to see. "I know enough and I can be helpful otherwise. Lead the way."

She followed him, keepign an eye on her surroundings. She was kind of excited to be in here. Not only would she be helping, but perhaps she could highlight the need for defense for nature. One would be surprised how important nature is to the balance of the world. If this blackness took over, it would be the end. Humanity needed nature, whether it liked it or not.

"Ok, well, the fortune teller woman is talking again. Who is she talking to though? She is a little strange isn't?" Deadpool said, with a laugh."Ooh, she could be just as sane as me, though that would probably make her less than perfect". Her new friend was not someone she recognized. The woman had curly hair, and she was clearly not as sane as Thalia had hoped. The woman did not seem to be a good person, and she had thought that Deadpool was bad.

"Excuse me, but who the hell are you?" she asked the woman, unsure of who the hell she was. Thalia had forgotten to whisper though, so hopefully no one thought anything of it, but the Japanese girl clearly paid a lot more attention to things than you'd think. "Oh, little ole me? They call me Wonderland, and here is a little piece of advice. Don't get killed by a crazed wolf". This statement confused her, but Thalia decided not to say anything else.

Katsumi, was a little weirded out by the group of people she was with. The silver haired girl, Thalia, continued to talk to herself, and it was not something that was exactly, helpful. The woman was crazy in her opinion, and from what Folly had said when she had introduced herself, clearly she wasn't the only one. The group was a weird one, and all she really wanted now was to get back home. There wasn't anything that she could really do to help, and her being there did mess with the timeline.

"Korera no hitobito wa bukimidesuga, karera wa watashi o kitaku sa seru yuiitsu no hitodesu. Watashi wa karera o shinrai suru igai ni sentakushi ga nai to omou. Mā, eigo o saikai shite, karera ga watashi o rikai dekiru yō ni suru kamo shirenai," Kat said, before looking at the group. The one woman had talked about speaking to the spirits, so she thought it best to wait before she tried to interrupt.

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Main Tent - Cirque Anomaly, Coventry, Massachussetts...

There is one caveat, however, that will likely strike Seraphina. Everyone who traveled through time is dead on December 28th, 2016. With knowledge of their deaths and of what the future appears to be, sending them back in time could cause even more damage to the timeline. Yet they cannot stay here - they need to be sent back. The solution will become obvious to her. Not only will she need to send them back in time, but she'll need to erase the events of December 28th, 2016 from their minds. They can never know that they traveled through time.

"September 1st, 2013," Darren replied. "It was...late at night. Black outside," Darren recalled. Fortunately, with Seraphina's chronokinesis, she could sense when and where they had come from. She didn't need them to remember it at all. He accepted her hand, pulling himself to his feet.

Cecily slowly came to as Darren worked his healing spell on her. "Th...Thanks...What'd I miss?" she said wearily. She blinked, before looking a bit shocked as she saw the gigantic carcass of Fenrir. "Did...Did I do that?"

"More or less," Darren replied with a chuckle. "Listen, kid, I know you're a witch. But we'll fight this battle when it's our time to do so - but now, I bet we're sure as hell not helping things. Might be even making them worse. We shouldn't be here."


Lobby - Coventry Horrors Hotel, Coventry, Massachussetts...

The first spirit that drifted forward was Mallory Coyne. She had a plain and simple beauty to her, with sharp eyes and evenly pinned back brown hair. Her dress was not too flashy, allowing her to effectively blend into the middle class. In her hand, there was the ghostly outline of a journal. When she spoke, her voice was rich with an Irish brogue. "If I could 'elp yer as I 'elped Lincoln, I assure yer I would. Yet I 'av foun' dat libraries always 'av gran' wisdom ter behold..."

Her image shimmered slightly, before Tobias Fairfax was called forward. His face could not be made out. He was blackened and charred, having died from being burned alive. He looked at Lilith with uncertainty, before turning his attention to Folly and Fairfax. They were his descendants after all. "Indubitably, I am inclined to offer you aid, seeing as it is in the best interest of my own legacy and lineage. Ho! But beyond whispers in the veil, all I may say is that Hel is not the first of her kind by any means - and nor will she be the last. Others will come to aid her in the cause - the cause of the Aesir."

Lastly, Lyle Corandel came forward. He was clad in denim on denim, with a Pink Floyd t-shirt on. He was, sadly, rather young. He grinned at Lilith widely, for some strange reason. "Now, I ain't encountered Hel before...But if anyone knows anything, it's Fergus. He blew through here a few years back, possessed by a demon. Haven't seen him since. But get this...that demon? It was the king of hell. He's got to know something, beautiful."

Cedar Creek Pub - Aurora, Colorado...

"Your truck will be transported separately, Mr. Grismer. The Norse god case - well, you're in luck. The urgent matter that superseded that investigation was another one. A goddess this time and one that we feel is more powerful. As for the Grigori - it will be waiting for you in Washington," the suit answered. He buttoned up his jacket before heading out of the pub, expecting Walt to follow him. They had a plane to catch.

St. Septima's Veterinary Hospital - Clearwater, Florida...

It's probably for the best that Jessica prepared that sigil. As she ducks down in her car, the rearview mirror lets her see a group of five quickly approaching the hospital. They're dressed in grey suits with practically matching, monotone like facial expressions. All they needed was a sign that said: HEY, WE'RE ANGELS! and it would have been the most obvious sight ever. Her angel sigil will banish them, but that's no reason to assume that more won't show up eventually. Better make a plan - and quickly.

Abandoned Warehouse - Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania...

Scarlett isn't calming down, no matter what Anthony is saying. If he was just selling cursed items to O.M.E.N., that would be one thing. But according to her spell, O.M.E.N. had the item that Anthony was trying to sell her. Had he sold it to them and given them the information they'd need to take Scarlett into custody? "Don't you fucking DARE try anything," Scarlett screamed, throwing her hand out, just as Anthony tried to grab his gun. His wrist broke - well, shattered is probably a little more accurate.

"Have fun in hell, asshole," Scarlett threatened, before twisting her hand to the side. Anthony's neck snapped cleanly a second later, leaving the witch alone in the abandoned warehouse in Pennsylvania.

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Irwin guided Bronwyn down the remainder of the hallway, entering what was fondly known as the panic room. It had sigils transcribed on it, with a healthy lining of salt and iron all around. The hope was that nothing demonic would ever be able to enter and wipe out O.M.E.N.'s senior leadership in one fell swoop. At the front of the room, two chairs were empty. Name placards indicated them to belong to the sitting heads of O.M.E.N. - Samuel and Dean Winchester. Some dust had accumulated on the plaques, and Irwin took a seat directly to the right of them.

"Any word from our operative, Cornish?" Irwin asked.

The MP from earlier nodded, still speaking on the phone with someone. "She's heading to Salem. She'll catch the train to Boston and from there take the next plane to D.C."

Meanwhile, several floors downwards, Fergus let out a hearty chuckle. He slowly rose to his feet, stalking his way over to the door so that way he could get a good look at the agent. In his opinion, she was a little small to be working for O.M.E.N. But after a moment, it came to him. She had to have something special about her - otherwise, he figured, she'd have been stuck behind a desk processing paperwork.

"Hunter, witch, or deviant? Which is it?" Fergus asked. "C'mon, tell me. Victim of possession?"

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Robin hesitated as Mariana set her weapon down. In her mind, just because Aloise knew Russel didn't mean she could be trusted. However, she did seem to be telling the truth. She lowered her crossbow, but she didn't let go of it - just in case things went bad. She had already lost too much family to the supernatural. She vowed to hunt it - and to protect the family she had left.

"What if I told you we could get back everyone we had ever lost?" Aloise began, as she took a seat on one of the cheap motel chairs. "Hunters, family, friends...We're dying every day. We're not changing the tide, however. Hell spits out more and more demons every day. Angels take their grudge matches to Earth - you saw what happened in Altsoba."

Robin raised an eyebrow. She had heard people talk like this wistfully - but they never actually had a solution. And even if there was something out there that could help with that, she doubted it was anything good. "Lucifer was killed at Altsoba. And while O.M.E.N. is by no means perfect, we have more people hunting today than we did before."

"I know. I was there - I was in Altsoba. And it was awful. We didn't win or save the day. We got lucky. What if next time we're not that lucky?" Aloise argued. She looked down at her hands for a moment. "I'm sure you know of the Aesir."

"They're extinct," Robin countered.

"One survived - and I think she can help us change the tide. We can win the war. Instead of just avenging our loved ones...we can protect them," Aloise explained. A tear slid down her face. "It's getting worse - you know it is. Incidents are increasing at a rate we just can't keep up with. We might not be able to stop the next Altsoba if we don't act now."

"What...What exactly are you proposing?" Robin asked warily.

"We take them both out - Heaven and Hell. This Aesir is strong, but she needs our help. With the demons and the angels gone...We'll be able to have peace. We can change the tide. If we kill enough vampires, eventually, there won't be any. Instead of just dealing with the symptoms, we'll be able to deal with the problem itself."

"We can do more than just shut the gates of hell - we could drop an atomic bomb on the entire dimension."

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Looking at his boss' rather frazzled exterior, Alec may have offered her a cigarette to calm down if he were in a more mischievous mood... and if she was in a less murderous looking one. What with the deathly glint in her eyes that seemed to flare up at each individual ring of her phone, and the cowed look of Agent Summers as he scurried away, Alec decided now wasn't the time to be a smart-ass. Even if was tempting to make a sarcastic comment about how OMEN simply could have phoned for the debrief, hearing the words "Altsoba" and "Event" together wiped away any thoughts of humour. Now, he was no expert on the supernatural, and before being filled in by superior officers, had assumed Altsoba was whatever the news was telling it to be shortly after it occurred. Knowing the full-scale magnitude of it, and having it be compared to something now that may have killed one of their Agents, was a fairly sobering thought. Especially because he was walking right into it as Agent-Fodder number 2.

"Yes Ma'am." He muttered in response as Norman turned on her heel and stormed away, frazzled curls bouncing as she did. Placing a cigarette inbetween his lips as he turned towards the exit, Alec tossed his cars keys in the air before catching them. "One of you lucky boys is goin' to have to drive my car up to DC for me. Can't take it on a plane, and I have a feelin' I'm gonna be stuck there for a while." He announced to those in the room before placing his keys down on a desk. He could make it to the airport some other way.

Heading towards the entrance, Alec flicked his lighter and lit his cigarette, taking a deep inhale of it before glancing behind him.

"And whoever does do the deed will get a personal recommendation from me to be removed out of this ass-end of an office and into a cosier and far more lucrative one - if my car arrives in one piece, that is." Although offering a grin to those looking, he wasn't exactly joking about his promise. Tapping some ash onto the floor outside, Alec stepped back outside into the drizzle, ready to head to the airport. Hopefully D.C had some better weather.