In Grant Park, hidden in the shade of a group of trees, there's an angry hellhound. Missy's been spending her nights in her behemoth form, sleeping in the shade of the trees and picking off nighttime strollers when she can find them. She's actually in the process of chewing on the remains of one of those said strollers, her teeth and muzzle, ( Read more... )

Lessons Michael Vaughn really should have learned by now:

Do not go out into the streets. Ever. Really. It's just a bad idea at this point, but dumb Boy Scouts are dumb and do not know when to say no.

Or maybe that's just Vaughn.

Because he's out, again. Without a weapon. Just tromping the streets, practically looking for trouble. The narration ( Read more... )

((OOC: Another party thread. You know how it goes. And if you don't... ask! ^^ Happy Riftversary! Even if it's two hours until... it's over. :/ I'm sorry I'm slow ( Read more... )

Lesya doesn't mind the snow at all. In fact, she finds she rather likes it, now that she has an alternative to huddling somewhere for warmth whenever it falls. It's probably her upbringing in the USSR combined with her life on the streets of Chicago that contribute to her healthy tolerance, even fascination, of the stuff. And now that it's done ( Read more... )

Des is out on the streets, putting the finishing touches on some research for Project Nephilim Rescue, mostly because spending more time in the house with Cy the Naked Cat-Girl Wonder was bound to make him want to punch a wall and he most pointedly did not tell any of the other residents that there might be a naked girl making a mess of their ( Read more... )

In Chicago, there is a demon.

Granted, there are a lot of demons in Chicago, but this one stands out a bit. She looks to be in her early twenties, with a round face, a curvy figure, and long pink hair with a hint of blonde roots. She's wearing blue jeans and a big parka, and there's some sort of gauzy top poking out from under the parka's hem ( Read more... )

On an abandoned baseball field not far from the Main Gauche, one small beat-up sedan rolls to a stop near a collection of other beat-up cars, a truck or two, and one SUV which seems to have been mounted with a forward-facing chainsaw. Out of the newest car hops a Malek, who pops the trunk, bops back (opening the doors for his passengers on the way ( Read more... )

In a Main Gauche sunroom, Andrew Wells is sitting upside down in a chair with his camera, rewatching old footage and snickering to himself. One of these days he's going to find some way to invest in a laptop and some video editing software and actually get this documentary off the ground ( Read more... )

Vaughn's sitting nervously in Grant Park, on a bench. He keeps looking at his hands, keeps thinking about the gun he's got. Because he can't deny it any more ( Read more... )

When archangels go to war, it doesn't tend to be in Romana's typical sleek sedans with tinted windows. More often, it's in vans - large, windowless, capable of holding a good-sized group of archangels and their weaponry. An obscene number of these vans are now pulling up around the Main Gauche, doors swinging open and angels with a variety of large ( Read more... )