@Nallore @Witch Cat: The man seems almost confused at first, before raising the weapon at Sylvia. Her lack of attack doesn't stop him from being provoked, and almost uncertainly, he pulls the trigger. The bullet hits Sylvia, imbedding itself in her gut. The blood and pain will both be tremendous. Seraphina, meanwhile, will manage to get cover during the distraction. The bullet is still inside of her, doing the momentary favor of preventing major blood loss--but there is, of course, the metal poisoning that'll negate that benefit if the bullet is left inside of Sera too long.
@Lady Amalthea @Pundii: As Javier's blade plunges towards the undead, it goes through cleanly. That in itself is the problem. Rather than absolutely destroying any grey matter up there, Javier just gave a small puncture wound. Not quite as easy as killing zombies in comics, eh? Belladonna, however, has much better luck. Her undead ends up perfectly impaled, right through the brain. Bits of grey matter drip out of the head practically, with the body as limp as a rag doll.
Aloise Zamora
As much as Liam seemed to be mentally flailing, his awkward penguin routine was a bit endearing. Aloise smiled slightly at it, before Amy went off once more, collected but incredibly sassy. The more Aloise talked with the woman, the more she grew accustomed to it. She chuckled a bit as Amy commented on the appearance of a reanimated corpse.
"Speaking from experience, you don't need any make-up. I've kept my complexion, throat just feels insanely dry at first," Aloise replied.
She had been killed in action, a bullet. And when she woke up, there had been no bullet hole. The United States said that she had been killed in action, that she was buried in Arlington National Cemetery, that she had been a hero. But here she was, smack in the middle of the apocalypse, trying her best without having much information to go off of. Truthfully, she didn't know very much about the exact process of putting Lucifer back in the cage. She knew that it required a spell, a complicated and ancient one.
"The cage itself is in hell," Aloise answered.
"To get him back inside of the cage...Well, as far as I've been able to tell, there's one major method. It requires stealing the rings of the personification of demonic omens..." She trailed off slightly, not knowing much about the method. The only other scenario she encountered in her readings had been proposed in the late 1920s by Frances Tate, using the fact that Lucifer was an angel at the end of the day, and could thus be killed like an angel.
It was asking a lot of them, and she knew. She had so little information to offer them, beyond just a gut feeling that they could try their best, and perhaps pull it off. Aloise had already sacrificed her life once for her country, and she was prepared to do it again for the world. Liam might have called her to Altsoba to look into a shapeshifter problem, but the stakes were too high for her to walk away.
"Are you in, Dr. Chang?" Hanson, meanwhile, was frowning deeply. He hadn't heard much of the ritual before, but the demonic omens was something he was familiar with. The powers, symbolized in their rings, were the forces of Death, Famine, Pestilence, and War. It wouldn't be an easy task, especially in a city as destroyed as it already was. The odds were against them. His pesimistic tendencies told him that they'd die trying, that it would be a suicide mission, but he glanced over at Amy. His actions had brought this on her--it was time for him to pay the bill.
"I'm in."
Mercurial Crypt
Location: Outside the Burning Building
Interacting With: Eudora
@Witch Cat
At the witch's blessing, Mercurial paused for a moment. Some people could be so incredibly kind--it sickened her. The notion that human beings could treat each other in such a manner was appalling. Wishing blessings? It was a sadistic cultural practice she never came to understand. The only blessings Mercurial enjoyed were dark in nature, usually chanted as a family before All Hallow's Eve. Her mother prepared the most extravagant feasts, and all of the Crypt clan would come, living or dead. Her dearly departed grandfather did tend to arrive fashionably late.
"City hall," Mercurial answered plainly.
"They have a rat problem and well...I'm the exterminator. Just trying to do my civic duty. You're welcome to help, provided you have your own gas mask. I left my spare at home."Of course, Mercurial had other things on her agenda. It wasn't visiting day, but she hadn't seen Jaina in a week. She had helped Jaina break out on her birthday, and brought her home to the Crypt mansion for a few hours before the police came. They had enjoyed playing a Crypt favorite, Wake the Dead. Jaina's scream was impressively shrill. She was a worthy opponent for Mercurial, and in time, she hoped that Jaina might do her the honor of being her nemesis.
The witch seemed to be stubborn, keeping her gaze level with hers. Mercurial glanced back in the direction of the gunfire, pondering whether or not there was a novice, flailing about wildly. She always preferred it when murder was left to the experts, but the newcomer to the field may need some assistance in learning the craft. Her eyes then fell upon her gas mask and kerosene. It would be entirely unprofessional of her to shirk her duties. Her parents raised her to be better than that.
"Come along, we're burning daylight."
Jade Cornish
Location: Altsoba County Prison
Interacting With: Darren
@Pundii
Jade smiled a bit.
"This isn't someone I think you can really ask questions with. It'd be brilliant if we could, but...she isn't all there upstairs." The screams were only slightly unnerving, a testimony to the difference between private detective work and paid police work. She couldn't help but wonder how her life would have been, at that moment, if she never applied to work homicides. She probably wouldn't have been killed, for starters.
"Tell that to the taxpayers," Jade quipped, as they walked inside the prison. The pile of bodies was horrifying to say the least, but Jade kept her hand on her gun, her finger ready to pull the trigger. Darren's bullets all hit a target, causing it to thud as it hit the ground. Slowly creeping forward, Jade frowned. It was a bunch of bedsheets, tied together crudely, in order to resemble a person.
"Sarbye....Get your arse out here!" Jade called out, only for the female scream to occur one last time. Gunfire, incredibly close to Jade and Darren, followed it up. A second later, an individual moved out from behind a door, his ginger hair peppered with blood. In one hand was a gun. In the other, the angel blade.
"Sorry about that...You just can't find good help these days, can you?" he laughed, his eyes sweeping over the destruction. "I had to put her down...It was
humane. My sister was a maniac, you see..."
"Guess psychosis runs in the family then," Jade said dryly.
