#ravenshellishere

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OPEN STARTER: #HELLISHERE

HE LEFT YOU! HE LEFT YOU! HE LEFT YOU! You're so pathetic, he couldn't wait to get away! HAHAHA!

"Get out -- GET OUT --" Any control Aiden still had of himself, was tenuous at best. The man could hardly push out the barrage of negative thoughts, each one preying on fresh open wounds he hadn't even begun to try and heal from. Whatever got inside, whatever trying to take him-- it knew of all that, it knew ways to break him down in the hopes he would be too weak to fight against the possession anymore.

But oh, was he trying. Perhaps the only tether left to keep his sanity that moonlight ring on his right hand, specially designed to maintain the werewolf's often volatile emotions. The man stumbled past others, sweat licking at his brow. A cough escaping now and then, as the smoke billowed in over the town square. So much was going on, it made things all the more difficult to keep hold of himself.

Oh come on, you're a killer, aren't you? Even your own family didn't stand a chance. What else are you holding onto? There's nothing. There's nobody. You're alone. YOU'RE ALONE! Old, alone, done for!

Suddenly, Aiden's entire body seized up -- like some puppet on a string -- and he flung forward, crashing through the window of one of the shops. Inside, he was pushed into racks right and left, things coming off the counters and shelves, breaking and smashing. To an outsider, it would look very much like Aiden himself was intentionally rampaging through the store like some wild animal, destroying everything in sight. He grabbed the end of one shelf and gave a vicious yank-- his wolf strength causing it fling across the floor and knock over several other shelves, glass items shattering. Stomping over things, he ran back outside, this time straight for a brick wall. Aiden landed hard against it, grunting in pain as he slid down and held himself, threat of tears stinging his eyes -- though it wasn't necessarily from the physical pain of it all.

He could hear someone approach and Aiden's face turned in their direction, hardly seeing. "Stop-- get.. get away from me," the man begged in soft pants, for their sake. What little faith he'd had built in himself in these past two years... it was quickly fading. He didn't believe he could hold on, and God help anyone nearby.

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open starter at the festival

Bianca came with seven boxes of free pizza in hand, trying to show whoever stole her beloved Richard that she was here on business. She'd do anything for Richard so she decided to do as the demands had asked. Except the moment she put the boxes down on the tables she felt like something had stabbed her in the back.

She shuddered a breath, feeling that something was different. "Oh Bianca, you'll do just fine. We'll have fun." She heard a voice say. Looking around she couldn't place anyone that could have belonged to the voice. "I'm sorry did you say something?" She asked the nearest person next to her.

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Where: Outside the Mirage

Who: Chuck and @ravensrevcnge

Those damn Morgraves. If Chuck found any of them again she was going to hug them and then throttle them. She suspected that there was some extra layer of protection on them being the oldest but that didn't warrant them gallivanting all over town saving people. They needed to be saving themselves. Or at least Chuck was sure that was what Liz was doing. She always had a softer heart. But Noah. He would probably save himself but he would never leave his siblings behind. Which meant if they weren't together, something was very, very wrong.

"Noah!" Chuck yelled as she pushed through a burning door. This whole building would be a total loss and she just couldn't bring herself to care. "Where the fuck are you you cold bastard," she mumbled to herself as she tried to scan the room through the smoke and flames. Going through fire would burn and hurt but it would eventually heal. But better to figure out if he was in here before frying herself like chicken to get him out.

There was no one in sight and the only sound the burning and collapsing of the building. She backed away from the door and huffed out in frustration and, dare she even consider it, fear. What if he hadn't made it out? Would fire truly kill him?

As if the universe was finally listening to her, his silhouette appeared in the street and Chuck rushed to help him, her eyes glossy and relief coloring her words more than the anger. "Jesus Christ, you putting the flames out with your body? The fuck are you thinking?"

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who: Kai @kaixwinter where: sitting at a table outside

Adelaide had taken a bottle from when she was at Jukebox Junction and left some money in a place where they would find it when the owners were cleaning up. She walked around watching the chaos unfold before she eventually just sat down to people watch. She caught sight of someone who seemed to be enjoying it as much as she was. "Feel free to sit down. Surprisingly no one is really bothering me here but you get a front view of everything." Adelaide moved some things to make more room. "Someone asked me why I wasn't helping and it's like what am I going to do about this? I'm sure it'll die down eventually."

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@roman-werewolfy

The hour was late now. So much later, the flames on those few buildings that had caught fire had finally gotten under control and, for the most part, put out. Raven's Peak downtown area was an absolute mess of lingering smoke and soot, as well as the remnants of destroyed festivities. One couldn't walk more than a couple of steps without a crunch of something under their boot. But, save for the authorities and clean-up crews and maybe a few volunteers, a good majority of the people had gone from the area.

Sheriff Smith was still out, however. She wasn't helping others, either. In fact, she'd been personally responsible for the attack of quite a few thus far tonight, and showed no signs of slowing down as she came upon the passed out figure of Roman Baudelaire.

Now what's so wrong with this one, Sheriff? A widowed drunk of a father who can't keep it in his pants... What more could you possibly want? A total catch, you ask me. In fact, let's show him how much.

"Mr. Baudelaire?" Neylani's voice filled with concern as she crouched down to check on him, "Are you okay?" Hands cupped the man's face gently. "Are you hurt?" She pet hair back from Roman's face, her mannerisms in that moment treating this person as if he was some old lover of hers. Or, at the very least, someone she cared about. And while Neylani wouldn't say she didn't care about Roman Baudelaire, it certainly wasn't in that way. The demon's behavior in that moment was in stark difference to the usual staunch professionalism in which she usually handled this man. "Oh you poor thing, let me help you."

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@ravenspeakmuses

"Sheriff? SHERIFF? Sheriff Smith?! NEYLANI??? Ney, do you COPY?"

Disregarding the several deputies trying to call for her help over the radio at her hip, the woman stopped before a shop window and faced her reflection. Reaching up to undo the several clips that tied her hair back during her shifts, so that her wild curls could bounce naturally. The wolf casually fluffed and pampered these curls, smirking to herself. A pair of pitch-black eyes stared back. Lovely, just lovely.

Unbothered by the chaos unfolding around, the woman unhooked the barking radio at her hip. "This is Sheriff Smith, stand down," she finally answered, a cackle following these words as the line crackled with several responses trying to come in at once. But the demon proceeded to crunch the flimsy equipment within her grip, silencing it forever, and tossed it to the ground. Her boot crunched on it as she walked on.

Several fires were already well under way. Black smoke had begun to fill the air. The crowd had broken up, most people making break for any safe haven while stragglers were being chased in the streets. All music to her ears!

The woman recognized one individual in-particular, who was doing his best to help and shuffle people to wherever there was safety. The sheriff stomped forward to put an end to this, intentionally putting a foot out to cause Luka to trip and faceplant in the midst of assisting some poor woman and her children. That woman and her kids screamed and hastily ran, following by black wisps of smoke. Ney smirked and crouched over man on the ground.

"You're a foolish idiot, aren't you?" she said, giving the male several smart slaps at the face, as if he needed to be jolted awake or something. "When are you going to learn, Jones? You're not God's gift to women. You're no hero, either. You're just a blundering buffoon."

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who: Cricket @glitchfms

Briar was freaking out to say the least during the night as it seemed like everywhere they turned there was another new chaos surrounding them. So Briar thought it was the best idea to keep moving and not stay in one place for long. She turned a corner and saw an old friend and immediately called out to them. "Cricket!" Briar tried to run towards her as fast as she could. "Are you okay? You have to get out of here!"

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who: Kara @ravensrevcnge

Bianca was having a headache all night but she wasn't going to miss the Festival if it was the last thing she'd do. After delivering the pizzas like she was told she found herself stumbling in the streets as others were running or causing destruction. It took her a moment but she was quick to understand that she wasn't completely in control of her body and she didn't know what to do so she tried to look for help. "Kara!" She screamed as soon as she saw her little sister down the street from her. Bianca tried to run towards her but it was like she was punched in the gut, doubling over. She stood up straighter, not realizing her eyes were practically all black as a demon was starting to take control. "Just who I wanted to see!"