Welcome to SU: Legacy, a next-gen Supernatural RP that takes place in the year 2040. The Men of Letters has expanded to include three base locations across the continental US. Angels and demons have gone mostly dormant but there are still supernatural evils lurking in the shadows. The legacies could use your help. Are you in?
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Post by goddess1girl on Jul 31, 2009 16:35:12 GMT -8
The smell of something in the room next door made Veronique squirm. The stench of it was disquieting. After getting one whiff of that her hand when straight over her nose nearly gagging. Rubbing her nose with her hand she walked out the room, having no intention to fallow her nose anywhere, especially since last time didn’t go so well. Making an uncomfortable face, she headed back into the lobby with the rest of the group, or well whoever left. But one smell still stood out in that room, the vampire. If it wasn’t bad enough that the other room stunk, why didn’t this one still have too?
It felt like her ears were going to burst with the next sound, a blood curling scream caused Vicky’s hands to her ears this time. Her amber eyes seemed to glows as the new scent came to her nose. A demon, or whatever it was there was blood and a lot of it. The iron was thick in the are. It sounded like Stelle. First there were ghost, then vampire and now something that smells blood thirsty, what a lovely day. Rolling her eyes, she regained her composer a bit, before running out the main door after Dean and Sam.
There was an open door, but soon after the three of them approached the door slammed its self shut. ”Let me give you a hand.” Vicky said, putting one on Deans shoulder and the other, her nails extended. ”Want me to get the door?”She asked raising a brow, her amber eyes just glowing.Her teeth and other un-human components of her body ready for a fight. And Vicky was a lot stringer then she looked.
Last Edit: Jul 31, 2009 16:37:32 GMT -8 by goddess1girl
The beautifully smelling vampire stayed in the lobby watching the remaining people until she heard a whispered voice saying that whatever was in the room was wearing the same clothes as the old woman. Her curiosity got the best of her and she walked down the hall to see what the hub-bub was when the scream came. The two males and a woman ran past her outside. She shrugged and peeked into the room. She circled the creepy looking woman and studied the body. She sighed at the decayed corpse. This wasn't done by her kin, she knew their work. Another wild goose chase that led to fruitless conclusion. This must have been here for ages, she thought to herself.
She was about to meander out and away when she saw the newspaper in front of the old woman. The Corpseville Gazette. It was dated the day previous. That perked up her attention and she studied the room she was in a little more carefully. The crucifix across the wall was upside down, a few religious paintings were cut up and askew. The phonograph was letting out hazy white noise. She adjusted the needle and listened to the old time music play. She smiled sadly as she recognized the tune and remembered the first time she heard it play. France, Circa 1852. She looked up from the machine and saw the body missing from the seat. Confused she walked out and heard shouting. Thinking the others had come in she followed the sound back to the front.
She saw the body of the old woman, looking very much alive, talking to a tall man in a dark trench coat. A dark hat and sunglasses shielded his facial features from her.
"I don't care if you are my nephew, I'm signing no papers!" Her voice echoed unnaturally.
The voice that spoke from under the dark cover was silky, dangerously calm. "Come now, auntie, you are getting sick. The place is in disarray. Let me have it, it will stay in the family and you won't have to worry about upkeep, paperwork, and all of that nasty business."
"You'll not have your grubby little hands on this place! It is my work and my pride! If you had the sense of a two-bit billy goat you'd know that! And if you had any idea what pride was you would have stayed and taken care of the place when I offered it to you twenty-seven years ago!"
The woman went into a coughing fit, a little blood dripped from her mouth. It was thick, but pale blood. It looked like she was suffering from an oxygen deficiency of some sort. "Leave me," she said angrily. She then turned and walked down the hall. She had fixed herself a cup of hot tea, jasmine and juniper were added to the green and black tea leaves. The woman walked into the room her body was found in, picked up the newspaper, and went to reading.
She didn't see the tall man shadowing her. She didn't feel his yellowed hand as it pressed into her back and gripped her heart, stopping it. And she surely didn't feel it as he plucked her life-strings, increasing the decaying process. The figure then looked up from his work, stared Celeste straight in the eyes and moved toward her. She backed up to the phonograph, her body knocking the needle off of the record. It skipped and popped and the man just sort of faded away. Celeste, hardly ever one to be shaken by the promise of death, said a brief thank you to whatever God or Goddess of luck that was listening and made her way out of the room, out of the building, and into the sunlight. The door crashed loudly behind her.
She saw the others near a building and a hysterical girl and made her way over to them. This was not the time or the place to be moving around alone. It may be dangerous to stay, but there is no way she was going to leave this much excitement. "This is definitely not the Ritz." She commented as she got to the others.
Last Edit: Aug 3, 2009 5:37:05 GMT -8 by goddess1girl
Stelle had no idea what she was seeing nor what she was supposed to do. Why on earth was a grown man... eating someone. She didn't understand it and honestly, wasn't sure she wanted to. So, she sat there and tried to guess what the man's next move would be. At the moment he seemed quite content to sit there, hunched over his first... meal and stare at her. She wasn't sure if it was an expression that said, 'oh wow... somone's watching me' or 'mmmm... lunch' but whatever the case Stelle was getting out of there. Her gaze flicked side to side and rested on a standing lamp a little ways away. She grabbed it and branished it in front of her, not really sure how it would help her but it made her feel better.
"Don't move..." She growled at the man, trying to sound as though she had control of the situation... Which really, she didn't. The man seemed slightly amused by her and started to approach. Stelle's insides froze as one hand groped behind her for the doorknob. She found it but at the moment hand the lamp tugged from her grasp and found herself slammed against the door. She let out a squeal of surprise more than pain and fought against him,beating her fists against his chest and kicking at him. Ritz, being the coward of all dogs wimpered and hid under the bed. Stelle flailed and tried to keep her neck away from his mouth which he was snapping at her with.
It was at that moment her knee found a very good place to hit. A yelp came from the man-thing and he stopped trying to eat her. At that moment Stelle also felt pressure on her head, like a headache but worse and she knew exactly what was about to happen and didn't mind. She grabbed the man's shirt just in time for it to burst into flames. She stared as he howled, trying to put out the fire. Stelle was a little disappointed, usually the flames were bigger... Not that she was about to complain. She swung open the door just as Ritz hit her feet. She scooped him up in her arms and threw herself out of the door and bounced right off someone.
"Blood! Dead, he ate her!" She squeaked, hugging her dog to her chest, she didn't even see who she ran into, just pushed herself away from the door while her eyes remained fixed on the door. The moment the panicked words left her mouth she was ashamed of her pitiful excuse for bravery. So to help herself she stood up and said more clearly, "There's a body in there, a man... Ate her,". Though she was pretty sure no matter what her brain said it was not human. It's face was all... She was disgusted just to think of it and was terrifed it would come out after her at any moment.
Last Edit: Aug 4, 2009 17:09:52 GMT -8 by goddess1girl
Post by Sam Winchester (NPC) on Aug 7, 2009 12:23:14 GMT -8
Sam
Sam stood on one side of the door while Dean stood on the other. They pretty much didn't need words to communicate. Sam was aware that the other woman had followed along behind them to the room. It was the other red head. Sam raised his eyebrows when she asked about needing her help with getting the door open. Just as he was about to say something to her he heard a thumb against the door.
Glancing over at Dean he knew they needed to get into the room but if they kicked the door in now they risked slamming it right into Stelle. Sam was contemplating going in through the window when the door opened and Stelle came bursting out running right into him. He tried to help her get her bearings but she seemed to get herself situated on her own. She was stammering. Something about a body and that someone ate someone.
Sam took a cautious step around and into the doorway and saw the carnage. He glanced behind him to look at Dean and also saw the other dark haired woman finally making her way to join them. He vaguely heard her make a comment but he had already turned back around and moved into the room.
There seemed to be two bodies actually... Or one body that was missing some chunks like someone had indeed been eating it and one crispy fried something that was more ash than anything. Turning toward his brother again he said quietly as he shrugged,
Post by ZZZ - Dean - RETIRED on Aug 9, 2009 13:44:42 GMT -8
Dean was getting himself psyched up for kicking in the motel room door to save the day, though if he was honest with himself, he just wanted to kick the door in because that was pretty damn satisfying. Usually, if there was a door between him and danger he wouldn't bother trying the handle, oh no. He'd take a deep breath, lift up his rather large booted foot and aim it squarely above the lock then give it a good old kick. It was always such an anti-climax when Sam stopped him halfway and rather simply just turned the doorknob and swung it open. Spoilsport. Wasn't like it was ever their door he was destroying.
This time however, there were two reason's why Dean didn't get to prove his manliness. One being that Veronique approached, put her hand on Dean's shoulder and offered to do it for him. Not that having someone else volunteer would have stopped him, but when she did so, her eyes gleamed an amber colour (not normal) and the nails on her hand turned more into the claws of a beast than the manicured talons of a pampered woman (very definately not normal). In fact everything about her then screamed un-natural and his instinct to do something about it took hold. He was now torn between investigating the bloody mess in the room Stelle's scream had come from and finding out just what Veronique was in front of him.
"What the fu....?" His words were cut off as the second reason why he never got to kick the door in occured. Followed swiftly by the crackling sounds of dying flames, the smell of barbeque and the wispy trail of smoke, Stelle came bursting out of the room and straight into Sam's arms. Later he'd make some lame joke about that being the only way Sam ever got to handle a woman these days but right now there was a reason she was fleeing the room which meant there was a need for Dean to charge in and deal with whatever fugly was inside.
He wasn't prepared at all for the sight that lay before him when he rushed inside. The body on the bed was almost unrecogniseable. A mass of chewed organs and dark blood splattered all over the sheets, far more horrific than the sliver he'd seen through the window now that it was right under his nose, even to someone as experienced with this kind of thing as Dean.
His gun was raised and aimed in search of something to shoot, whatever it was that had been the cause of the carnage but strangely the only other person - or what was left of a person - was smoldering and charred and not really posing any threat at all. Which was fortunate since Dean seemed to have gone into blank faced trance just inside the doorway. In the blink of an eye, the sight of all the gore and the burnt skin coupled together with the stench of fresh blood and flame grilled skin took Dean back to his time in Hell in something of a Vietnam style flashback.
The burnt Rugaru seemed to come to life in Dean's mind, warped and twisted by his memories, blending in with the gaudy motel decor that shifted easily into a backdrop for the firey pit, screaming and howling in agony, the sounds merging with those of thousands others ringing in his ears. The terror gripped his insides for a moment and he found he couldn't, or wouldn't snap back to reality, even when Sam spoke up. He just stared, eyes glazed and fixed on the horror he was remembering.
When the girl came bursting out of the room the smell of blood and burning skin rushed into the vampire's nose. She shuddered at the smell, it was unpleasant, the smell of death. Celeste stepped back a bit and coughed uncontrollably. She noticed, though, that she wasn't the only one that was having a bad reaction to the smell. She witnessed the vacant expression in the eyes of the older brother and tilted her hair. Once the wind blew the fresh air calmed her coughing fit. She stood up straight and shook off the feeling of death that had covered her. She snapped her fingers in the man's face to see if she could wake him from his daze. She then heard the younger brother say a word and she tilted her head to the side, "What the hell is a Rugaru?" She asked, forgetting that he was whispering and that she should not have heard it. Too many things have happened today and she did not want to be left out in the dark with anything that was going on. Her arms crossed over her chest, her eyes stared the man down.
"What is it? Does it have anything to do with the crazy guy that killed the motel owner?" She was not a fan of things spiraling out of control and this place just seemed to get worse by the second. Her eyes became cat-like for a moment during her agitation. "Is the weirdness over or is there something more to this? Tell me now, because if more crazy stuff happens and we need to fight it'd be good to know who's team I'm fighting on." She was fairly small and carried no weapons. The way she stood, though, promised that she could bring pain to any that crossed her path. She removed the hood from her head so she didn't look like a pouting little kid and pushed her chest out confidently in front of her. Not provocatively, mind you, just in a way that told of how she will stand her ground when pushed.
"It's also fairly obvious that nobody is what they appear to be around here and we will be a lot safer if we knew just who the heck everyone was... I don't believe in coincidences." What the heck had Luke gotten her into? This was not your average run of the mill supernatural attack, that was for damned certain. She felt uneasy about this whole situation, but she needed to find out more information. Knowledge is power, Luke would say, and the more power you gain the more money you can sell it for when times get tough.
Last Edit: Aug 24, 2009 8:49:10 GMT -8 by goddess1girl
Post by ZZZ - Dean - RETIRED on Sept 8, 2009 14:56:23 GMT -8
Heat. Blood. Bodies. Ash. Death. Hell. Pain...
That was all Dean could think about, seeing the twisted and charred remains in the shabby motel room. It wasn't the first time he'd had flashbacks and certainly wouldn't be the last but it wasn't until a pair of fingers snapped in his face that he was able to shake it off.
"Huh...?" He muttered automatically, his brain slow to pick up on the last thing that had been said.
"What the hell is a Rugaru?"
"Rugaru?" Hearing the name made something click inside Dean's mind and now seeing the state of the burnt body in front of him and how quickly it seemed to have been reduced to brittle ashes reminded him of another case not too long ago.
"Could be." Dean nodded at Sam's assessment, ignoring any worried looks he might have been getting from his brother to focus on the situation. The dark haired woman that seemed to be lurking around like a creepy shadow was still talking, saying something that caught Dean's attention.
"Wait, what crazy guy that killed the motel owner?" He took a couple of steps closer to the woman, narrowing his eyes at her as though he were trying to get a read on who she really was.
"Something you know you wanna tell the rest of the class?"