@kanila
The reporter would take a walk to the police station though it took a good deal of time considering the distance. The city's condition noticeably improved as he walked along the streets homeless disappeared and even the sidewalk appeared to be quite clean. He would arrive at the station in one peice albeit a little tired and approach the front desk where a board looking woman in a uniform would look up from here monitor. "Yes can I help you sir?" She said half heartedly clearly a lot more invested in what was on the screen.
(Sorry for forgetting you in the last update not sure how I missed that )

@Valonox
The god took Rin's hair and placed it next to him on the bolder he was seated on. "Your reluctance to separate yourself from the rest is a little disappointing. It is only hair child and you are young it will grow back just as beautiful as what you cut off. None the less I suppose what you've given me will suffice so I will grant you my favor for your work. Do as you see fit with it and use it well, Nightengale." With that A'bon's eyes shined and Run found herself back in her car. Though it seemed to have been just a dream her newly short cut hair said otherwise.

@Azathoth
As the Prophet began to communicate with his lord the light within his room natural or otherwise began to fade and a faint chanting could be heard just loud enough to be different from the background noise of the city but not enough to silence the sound of the man's breathing. As he delved into the void the light faded more and more until it appeared he was in the void itself. The infinity that exsists outside of reality that his god was trapped in which prevented his deranged schemes from reaching most of reality. Though in occasion they seem to breath secrets into men and woman who are driven irredeemably mad frothing messes speaking in tounges and trying to rip off their own ears. Such is their power to breach the fabric or reality itself to speak it's 'truths' to mortals. The Prophet was not one of those individuals, he was allowed to retain his wits and is different, he is it's Prophet. A sudden stir in the void as something came above the Prophet's head, a limb of constantly changing flesh. The great madness had presented itself partially to his Prophet. "What do you desire Void Seeker?" It asked speaking in the tongue of the outsiders. The words would have been nothing but broken gibberish spoken by mad men and caused great pain to non corrupted individuals but the Prophet was touched the void and so is able to both comprehend it but also not receive pain.

@Wincent
At first the perfect man would give a smile of victory at the Hollow's words. "As it should be." He said pompously but his victory seemed to be short lived when she managed to escape his grasp. "You deny me troglodyte!?" He growled at her as she made her quick escape. As she left the area she could hear barely distinguishable curses and other generally unpleasant words as the man clearly didn't take the resection with dignity. But he didn't persue saying something about her not being worth it for him to dirty himself by running through a crowd. Those that passed by him seemed to give the man plenty of room and shop owners kept their weapons and alarms ready as he still seemed to be boiling with rage but still not pursuing.

Slightly tired from the long walk, Trent held up the press badge to the desk officer. "Hi I'm with The People's Mail. I was hoping to speak to the officer in charge of the disappearance investigation." He briefly held up his camera before putting it back in his bag. "I think I have some photos here that could help with the investigation. Is now a good time?" He looked around for a seat, his feet were sore from the walk and he just wanted to sit down.

(Ooc: all good, it happens)

The Prophet knelt before his patron. A worrying thought entered his mind. Would asking for assistance so early in the plan anger his God? The being had waited for an opportunity to set events in motion for time immemorial, the Prophet might simply be cast aside for his short-comings. Nevertheless it was too late to back out now.

"My liege.... there is a troublesome issue with my mission. The Liber Umbrarum is most likely in the possession of the Shadow Watchers, and I am gravely outnumbered by them. I can convert the downtrodden to our cause, but my powers only work on the fool and ignorant so far - that is to say if they survive the revelation at all. My hands are effectively tied and I am having trouble on deciding where to start. I ask for, erm, instruction on where we can begin."

The Prophet was sweating, if one's astral projection could sweat. It was foolishness to show weakness so early on. If he had simply racked his brain for a while he probably would've thought of something! Even if he survived, requiring such assistance so early on was somewhat humbling. He did not like the feeling of being humbled.

'Thank you Lord A'bon.' Rin thought coming back into the world of reality. She looked around and uncloaked her armor and weapons casted Darkness in her Camero. With A'bon bless she could see through any darkness with precautions set she undressed and put on the Nightingale suit equipped her weaponry. She then parked turned off the Camero near an ally where she could make an easy exited see the plates. Waited till usual vault closing time of banks with her tinted windows she could not be see in the vehicle. Just looked like a vehicle left by staff. Once the time establish came around she exited her car with all of her equipment. Rin went to the back of the bank and used Passwall to go into the building to pass through the brick-wall. Figured out where she was in the building avoid guards with Invisibility find the Vault door and evaluate how many guards are in the building, find out what there patterns are and evaluate time to open the Vault door to the bank as well as an exit route.

"Ahh! No I have no reason to kill another freak of nature like myself. Buuuut! I do observee you are an analytical creature. How peculiar. Judging by your current activities It's only sensible if in inquire about your past. I'll play... the Scientist Card! Like myself perhaps? Perhaps a byproduct of someone's twisted experiment? Or your own...? Hahaha! To answer your question my Serum is a concoction of my own! It reacts by replicating itself off of a persons red blood cells, so it spreads easily through the body. It halts the bodies cytochrome's inhibiting circulation, and once it's replicated in sufficient mass in the blood stream, thence forth utilizing all available blood cell particles it begins degenerating flesh in an effort to provide nutrients to the replicating cells! So it melts you hahahahahhaha! Unless of course you have the rare and mystical Oppenheimer chromosome... Tricky bastard destabilizes the process..... of course you still fill a little dizzy, but the poison will be rejected quickly unless... you're pumped full of it. heh. Fun stuff huh?"

For the most part, aside from listening to the functionality of the toxin-potentially useful information should it ever need it-it ignored the seemingly endless dribble from the stranger. However, one phrase he spoke caused the creature to freeze up. 'So it melts you!' he heard echo in it's head. It began to shake a bit, dropping any tools it held in it's grip. 'So it melts you!' He heard echo louder.

And then it heard a voice in it'a mind, a voice of a middle aged man moaning and groaning in agony. 'Something...wrong...body is...deteriorating...melting...and yet...continues...to heal itself...' the creature began to shake violently as multiple appendages shot out from its body as it continued to shake, moving about and writhing seemingly out of it's control."Make it stop..." it uttered out loud, only to have the voice return once more. 'breaking down...regenerating...decaying...renewing...' it began to shake faster and move about erratically around the lab. "Make it stop!" it shouted, the voice continuing to speak in it's mind. 'My body...my...prison...somebody...anybody...please...make...it...stop...' it's appendages began violently thrashing about the lab, shattering glass, breaking equipment."MAKE IT STOP!" it yelled in tandem with the voice in it's head. This time something else accompanied the voices.

Flashes of something in it's head began to come forth. It can see a middle aged man in a lab coat with glasses. "MAKE IT STOP!" His hair was already showing signs of greying, his skin already wrinkling, his eyes were baggy and heavy, his right arm, bionic, artificial, fake. "MAKE IT STOP!" As the visions continued flashing in it's head, the man's figure began to slowly melt. "MAKE IT STOP!!" The bionic arm fell uselessly to the floor, the man's skin melted away leaving internal muscular system pulsating and exposed. "MAKE IT STOP!" At this point the man's whole figure started melting, he began forming a crimson puddle underneath that slowly grew in size as he continued disentegrating into it. "MAKE IT STOP!" The man was up to it's torso in the puddle now, at this point the man opened his mouth as if he was trying to scream, though it was unable to hear. "MAKE IT STOP!" What was left of the man reached out in front of him, continuing his silent cry for help, only for no one to here. "MAKE IT STOP" There was nothing left of the man but a crimson red puddle on the floor. After a few brief moments there was movement, as something else arose from the puddle. A visage it was too familiar with.

"MAKEITSTOPMAKEITSTOPMAKEITSTOPMAKEITSTOPMAKEITSTOP!" It started continuously shouting as it continued lashing out at the lab. Tossing chairs, overturning tables and smashing anything else it could get too. It continued smashing, ripping and breaking everything within the lab till it eventually started clawing at itself. Ripping and tearing into itself only to regenerate soon after. It began clawing at its head and thrashing about wildly till it spotted a familiar silver trinket in one of it's appendages. It began to slow down, getting calmer as it simply forced itself to keep it's attention on the locket.

After awhile it stopped, the lab was trashed, useless to it now. It would need another, more suitable one if it wished to continue it's experiments further. "Need...extracted...Oppenheimer chromosomes..." it muttered as it retracted the appendage with the pristine silver locket into it's mass. "Need to...improve...evolve...grow...adapt...fulfill...purpose"

Hallow sighes and looks around before heading towards a stand on the edge of the Dark market, a small dark stand, filled with trinkets and strange items, in the booth itself stands what looks like a young girl, wearing a long black and red robe. Hallow smiles at the child

"Hello, Nafiricent... also, congratulations on your 200th birthday, last week wasn't it?"

Hearing what the armoured person had to say, Phoenix didn't say what was on her mind (given that scolding glare from Serpent she had received) but instead stayed towards the sidelines of proceedings. After all, she had no clue who this Nightmare character was, but from what she heard, he certainly sounded like either a canny criminal or a Super.
And Ellyaina wasn't sure which was worse if Nightmare actually was also the head of a crime syndicate and getting a Xenomorph on his side as well. Still, at least they now knew that there were bigger things afoot that had to be dealt with than just a single monster on the loose.

Serpent did an annoyed eye-roll and mumbled quietly to himself not loud enough for anyone to really hear "Stick up my ass the dick says, how about I stuff a stick up your ass and soak you insewerwateryoushitflavoredlollipop..."
Serpent's mumbling got intelligible toward the end. He holstered his shotgun and started walking back towards the surface and their car.
"I'll get back to the car and call in the cavalry." Deciding it was better for him to leave before his irritated mood grew worse.

"Aw, how adorable to watch two love birds." Nightmare chuckled after the two were done reuniting with one another. "And don't mention it, was having a nice chat with her anyways. It's hard to find people with similar tastes in entertainment like her." He said as he relaxed, the effects of wave of fear and lost sense of reality from earlier fading away for the most part now. "Now, forgive me for prying but I'm just too curious. How did you two even meet? It sounds like there was some form of arrangement or such?" He inquired, wondering if Rico was the talking type, leaning against his cane since everything else in this place was rather just too filthy for his tastes to lean against.