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?
Giving credit where credit is due. A big thank you to all the coders at PBS and various resource sites for any codes, plug-ins and templates.
Thanks to Nick @ Fidelius for the fabulous mini-profile. Everything else was created by our own staff. If we missed someone please let us know.
We don't own Supernatural, we just enjoy it's awesomeness. Thanks Eric Kripke for creating it, all the writers/producers for putting out a great show and the CW for keeping it on the air for almost 10 years now!
Savannah narrowed her eyes as he worried about her wrinkling his clothing. She was about to launch into yelling at him again after he tried to tell her it was the boss' own fault he lost. But, the barrage of gunfire coming their direction decided otherwise. Before she could do anything Dallas had pulled her behind the counter and she found herself laying underneath him.
"They're shooting at me! What the hell did I do, you were the one that got all Jackie Chan on them!"
Savannah quirked her eyebrow as she looked up at him. Now he was the one doing the yelling. She shoved him off of her and sat up with her back against the cashier counter. A look of complete disbelief on her face. Not for the gunfire but for the audacity of this Dallas character.
"Are you friggin' kidding me? YOU were CHEATING... Do you know who these guys are? They don't like to lose and they don't like to be cheated even less. I TRIED TO TELL YOU, I TRIED TO HELP YOU. Are you that greedy or are you just a complete DUMBASS?"
Savannah stopped again when another volley of bullets came flying at them. She took a deep breath and let out a irritated sigh. Quickly she pulled the skirt up on her dress, noticing that the dress was torn now in multiple places. She pulled her guns out of the holsters and then kicked her shoes off. Holding out one of the guns toward Dallas she started in again.
"Here, take this. We can get out the back door if we cover each other. AND... You owe me a dress and shoes!"
Waiting for him to take the gun from her hand she took a quick look over the counter during a lull in the gunfire. That ended up being a bad idea as it only started another round of firing at them.
Stunned by the fact that people were shooting at him and Savannah's rather shouty reply, Dallas's mouth just kind of fell open and floundered for a moment, his brain wondering how the hell he was going to get out of the hole he'd dug himself. His brain disengaged completely when she hitched up her dress to reveal two very impressive weapons. And two guns as well.
"Here, take this."
Before he could object, Savannah had shoved a gun into his hand and started scolding him again about how he owed her a new outfit. He looked at the gun, not having a clue what he was supposed to do with it having never shot a gun in his life.
"I don't want this." He said, handing it back to her as though it was toxic waste. "Unless you want me to accidentally shooot you in the foot as well as ruin your dress, which I will happily replace should you get me out of here without any extra holes in my body."
Another round of bullets landed in the woodwork around them, Dallas ducking for cover behind the open safe door before realising that sitting there just waiting to get killed wasn't going to get him rich any time soon. So while Savannah fired back, he pulled out the metal breifcase he'd handed over at the start of the evening, opened it and tipped out the bundles of blank paper, not even bothering to maintain the illusion that they were bundles of actual money. In their place he started filling the case with real cash, determind to make the night worthwhile considering how it was ending.
"I have an idea how we can break cover and get to an exit." He said as he packed, casting his eyes around for something appropriate to use for the illusion. Finally, once he'd gotten all the money he could into his case, he clicked it shut and then reached up to snatch a roll of brand new poker chips, still wrapped in their plastic like a roll of quarters, off the counter top a second before a bullet would have torn them to shreds.
"Hold your fire!" He yelled over the racket, doing his best to sound commanding. "Hold your fire, I've got a grenade and i'm not afraid to use it!"
Savannah rolled her eyes at him when he refused to take the gun. Wondering what on earth he was thinking. She glared again when he mentioned her dress.
"Yeah, well you most certainly will replace it and they are not cheap. The dress was a Christian Dior Couture original and the shoes were Jimmy Choo's!"
The bullets continued to fly at them in intervals. She took advantage of one of the lulls and pointed one of the guns over the top of the counter and fired back. Ducking back down behind the counter before she was shot at again.
Savannah looked over at him as Dallas found his briefcase and dumped the contents out. Her eyes widened in surprise as she saw the strips of paper fall. That was definitely not the money she had inspected before. With a look of dismay on her face she watch him start piling real money into the briefcase.
Before she got a chance to say anything, more shooting came their direction. Savannah knew it wouldn't be long before one of the idiots shooting at them figure out that they could advance on the pair. Savannah was limited by the way of ammunition and eventually they would realize that as well.
Again she raised the pistol over the counter and firing blinding in the direction of their assailants. Trying to at least keep them at bay for a little while. This round emptied her gun so she reached down into the top of her dress and pulled out another magazine. Dropping the first one on the ground she slammed the new one in and chambered a round.
Savannah took another moment to glance over at Dallas. He had finished putting the money into the case and now he spoke to her.
"I have an idea how we can break cover and get to an exit."
She shook her head in amazement, wondering what kind of brilliant plan he would come up with. He picked up a roll of chips and the wonder just increased. What the hell was he going to do with those. Then he yelled out at their attackers.
"Hold your fire!"
"Hold your fire, I've got a grenade and i'm not afraid to use it!"
If they weren't in a dire situation about to be killed by an onslaught of gunfire she would have roared with laughter. What the hell was he thinking. That roll of chips wasn't going to fool anyone. Not even for a second.
"Are you crazy? What...Oh, never mind... I think we have already established the fact that you ARE crazy. What are you going to do with THOSE?"
Savannah pointed at the stack of packaged chips in his hands. She started to wonder why she had even bothered to confront him and didn't just escape when she could. Why she had even tried to help him by warning him in the first place. Something about him had intrigued her and she felt compelled to help him. Not to mention she wanted to find out just how the hell he had pulled off what he had done so far. Winning the poker game so easily and now the fake money that she personally had checked before allowing him in the game. There was something about him and she wanted to find out what it was.
It always amused Dallas to see the look on people's faces when they underestimated him. Sure, he wasn't the greatest fighter in the world - in fact, even with his gym toned upper body strength, he just didn't really have the nerve for brawling - and he probably couldn't hit a barn door if he was stood right next to it with a gun, but he was an absolute master of weasling his way out of trouble and using magic to do it was his forte.
"These my dear, are gonna be our escape plan." He explained matter of factly, holding up the roll of chips between his index finger and his thumb.
"This is our grenade. We use it as a threat, make them think we're gonna blow the whole place to kingdom come unless they let us walk out without harm." He grinned, then tacked onto the end. "And with all the cashy money, of course. No point in wasting the trip after all."
Quickly he held up his finger to her lips, ignoring the likely pissy look she would give him for being so condescending to continue to elaborate on his plan.
"Ah, ah, ah...I know what you're gonna say. Why on earth would they believe we could blow anything up with a roll of chips?"
In a rather grand, Vegas magician gesture, he waved his free hand back and forth in front of the roll, making silly, over the top faces to make it seem like the action was part of the show. Then, just when it looked like she was about to shoot him for being an idiot, he flicked his hands quickly once, producing an illuision with his mind that made the chips seem to suddenly change into a hand grenade, complete with pin. Just like a main stage magic act, the how was cleverly concealed in the misdirection so that unless you knew the secret, it was damn near impossible to figure out how he'd done it.
Savannah looked at him stunned, too stunned to even laugh at what seemed to her to be utterly ridiculous. Watching as he held up the roll of chips and went on to explain his plan. Going on about how those chips were going to be their "grenade" and they would be able to escape, money and all. His explanation only inspired her to roll her eyes.
Just as she was about to tell him how crazy she thought he was, two things happened. First he placed his finger on her lips to quiet her and then she saw the scraps of paper that not to long ago she had inspected and had seemed to be 100 dollar bills. She pursed her lips and kept her mouth shut as he continued on. Instead of him trying to explain anything more he proceeded to show her.
Watching him as he began to wave his hands and make faces. She raised her eyebrows questioningly as she was sure he was making more of a show of it then was really necessary. Savannah's curiosity had been peaked though so she watched intently. She started to get a bit impatient and was about to tell him that she thought he must be a complete idiot and he was going to get them both killed when with a flick of his wrist she was no longer looking at a roll of chips but what actually appeared to be a real grenade.
"Holy shit!! How'd you... That's how you..."
She pointed at the blank scraps of paper he had dumped out. Not really able to verbalize a coherent thought about what she had just seen. Whatever it was, he must have done the same thing to the cards she guessed. That's how he kept winning.
Suddenly gunfire rang out and it seemed that their time was about up. The goons on the other side of the counter must have decided Dallas was bluffing about the grenade.
"OK Magic Man... You're on. You better hope that thing distracts them long enough to let us get out of here. The back door is over there. If we can make it we should be OK."
Savannah pointed in the direction of the back door. Then she turned to look back at Dallas. She wasn't sure if it was going to work or not but it was the best option they had at the moment. Checking both her guns she made sure she had fresh magazines loaded and then nodded her head at him to indicate she was ready when he was.
Dallas just grinned, smiling at the almost dumbstruck expression that had settled on Savannah's face.
"Well a good magician never reveals his secrets. If you wanna know how, just keep me alive long enough to tell you."
He knew he'd peaked her interest, she seemed the type who liked to know the score whether it was dealing with a room full of high profile gamblers or a man who could put David Copperfield to shame with his skill set and it was that interest that Dallas was relying on to get him out of this mess because one guy against the mob was not even odds. Didn't take a card counter to know that.
"OK Magic Man... You're on. You better hope that thing distracts them long enough to let us get out of here. The back door is over there. If we can make it we should be OK."
Waiting for a lull in the gunfire, Dallas cautiously peaked his head over the top of the cashier counter, holding the grenade up above him so that the angry mob would see it before him and hopefully would hold their fire. Hopefully.
"He's got a grenade!" One guy shouted, seeing the handheld explosive and backing up from his current position.
"Yes I do." Dallas shouted back matter of factly, reaching up his other hand to tug on the illusionary pin as he stood up straighter and surveyed the scene.
There were at least half a dozen men, all bearing guns, all pointed at him and though he kept a mostly calm look on his face, inside his nerves were shot to hell. It would only take one guy to call his bluff and fire a shot then it would all be over. Showing fear right now was not an option, no matter how terrified he was inside. The urge to just run was almost overwhelming but he ignored it and focused on all the money he would have if only this would work.
"Anyone so much as thinks about shooting me...or her for that matter," he nodded in Savannah's direction despite the fact she was still partially concealed behind the counter, "and I pull this pin and we all go splodey. Everyone understand?" He scanned the mob, seeing uncertain and equally scared faces looking back at him. All except one guy who appeared to be less inclined to believe him.
"You're bluffing! He ain't gonna pull it, 'cause then he'll die too." Mob man number three shouted, trying to encourage his colleagues that there wasn't anything to fear and that they should just kill him where he stood. A fact that forced Dallas into altering the plan just a little. As the cocky mob guy raised his gun to shoot, Dallas paniced, pulled the illusionary pin and tossed the illusionary grenade into the middle of the room, causing the rest of the bad guys to scatter in a frantic search for cover.
"Time to go!" Dallas urged Savannah, grabbing his case and making a dash for the exit she'd pointed out before anyone realised there would be no explosion nor imminent death. He just hoped that she had some kind of vehicle handy so they could make a clean getaway after such an elborate hoax. Once the mob figured out the grenade was in reality just a roll of chips, they were going to be pissed. When they later realised that Dallas had robbed them blind, they would be livid.
Savannah leaned back against the counter with her guns held down at her sides. Watching as Dallas took center stage for the moment. He held the 'grenade' up so the others could see it. Savannah cringed when he stood up though, making himself a bigger target. She heard the back and forth going on between Dallas and the mobsters that were left.
One of the men on the other side of the counter accused Dallas of bluffing and she gripped the guns in her hands tighter. In a bold move Dallas pulled the imaginary pin and threw the 'grenade' out into the mass of men who wanted nothing more than to kill them both right now. Which was evident as Dallas started running toward the exit and when he was about half-way there they had recovered enough to start shooting at him. Savannah rolled her eyes and grumbled to herself.
"He is a dumbass."
Standing up she turned to face the group who was now focused on Dallas running. Firing a few rounds into the group to get their attention off him she moved backward toward the door. Her firing at them caught them by surprise for a moment and she turned to run after Dallas stopping when she was close enough to the exit she turned and fired another burst into the group as she walked backward to the door.
Turning around she opened the door letting it close behind her and ran as fast as she could barefooted down the hallway. Dallas was up ahead of her running away in the wrong direction.
"HEY!! Dallas, if you want to get out of here... This way... I do have a car you know."
Savannah pointed and then ran toward the doorway to the garage where her car was parked. Mumbling "What a big dork." to herself as she ran. Making it to the red Audi convertible she tossed her guns into the car, opened the door and slid into the driver's seat. The keys had been left in the ignition by the valet so she quickly started the car and got ready to get the hell out of there for good.
Dallas really hated guns. Not in the 'violence is not the answer' kind of way, but more the 'other people having them and pointing them at me sucks' kind of way. In the middle of his escape, which had been going pretty well so far, some asshole must have realised the grenade was a fake and bravely broke cover to start shooting at the moving target, probably hoping for a nice fat bonus from his boss for doing so too. Too bad his boss wouldn't have any money to pay him since Dallas was running out with a case full of it. Which was handy, because the metal case made quite the nifty little bulletproof accessory for the man who likes to flee in a hail of bullets. It wasn't ideal and he felt a couple hit the thing, knocking him off balance and practically helping him force his way through the exit door and out into the maze of corridors outside the inner sanctum of the warehouse they were in.
Once outside, he ran hard and fast in one direction, hoping and praying that it was the right way to be going and that by some miracle there would be a means of getting away at the end of it. Unfortunately, his sense of direction was about as useful as a glass hammer and he ended up heading for a dead end. That was until Savannah burst through the exit behind him and called him back, saying she had a car. He almost fell over his own legs trying to stop his forward momentum, turning at the same time, resulting in a kind of sliding three-sixty skid, arms flailing for balance with the silver case still firmly grasped in one hand.
"Well why didn't you say so before!!" He exclaimed, upping the pace to try and catch up with her and avoid any bad guys who might come running through the exit door before he managed to get past it again. He timed it badly, reaching the exit at exactly the same time as the cocky mob guy who'd called him on his bluffing came through it, though he wasn't expecting Dallas to be still on the other side and the momentary surprise gave Dallas the chance to smack the briefcase into the side of his head as he went, crumpling the man into a heap on the floor and hindering other followers from getting through the exit quickly.
"Wait for me!" He yelled, desperate for Savannah to not leave him behind. He wouldn't really blame her if she did, she didn't owe him anything and if it hadn't been for Dallas, she would still be happily surveying a nice quite gambling den. As he sprinted to her car, he thanked God she had a set of wheels with a little power under the hood, not a clapped out old banger that did nought to sixty in three hours. He was also glad it was a convertible with it's top down because it meant that while she was reversing out of the space, he could jump into the passenger seat just like he'd seen them do in movies.
Such a shame he wasn't quite as suave as they were in the movies.
The case got tossed in the back seat and he aimed to vault over the door and land nicely beside Savannah, only with the car moving and the sudden explosion of more bullets aimed in their direction, he misjudged it and caught his legs on the door, causing him to faceplant head first into the passenger seat so that his head was in the footwell and his legs were sticking up in the air.
"I meant to do that...." He muttered, trying to right himself, but unable to do a very good job of it while Savannah was swerving all over the place. He couldn't see where she was going, nor how close the bad guys were, but in his mind, they definately needed to go faster since the sound of gunfire seemed to be getting closer. So he reached his hand over and pushed down on her foot, making her press the gas pedal harder.
Savannah checked the mirrors and then quickly checked over her shoulder before backing out of the parking space. Just in time to see Dallas make an abrupt acrobatic stop and started running back in her direction.
From the distance she could hear him yelling at her to wait. She rolled her eyes and pulled backward quickly closing the distance between them. She heard the briefcase as it landed in the backseat. Putting the car into first gear she began to pull forward. All of a sudden Dallas landed with a thud in the front seat. Savannah glanced over, shaking her head at the sight of him.
Savannah couldn't help but chuckle when she saw him. It appeared as though he had dove head first into the car. His feet were sticking up into the air. She heard his muffled voice as he muttered.
"I meant to do that...."
Returning her attention to what was in front of the car she worked her way through the underground garage. Heading as quickly as she could toward the exit. In her peripheral vision she could see the man trying to get himself into a more normal position in the seat. Then a fresh volley of gunfire came at them from behind and he yelled at her.
"Drive, drive, drive!!"
The next thing she knew she could feel his hand on her foot. Pushing and forcing it down on the accelerator. The car lurched forward and Savannah had to focus to keep it under control. In her frustration she yelled at him, in Spanish.
"¿Qué te pasa? ¿Estás loco?" (What are you doing? Are you crazy?)
Quickly she reached down and pushed the button for the remote control for the garage door. The door slowly started to raise. Savannah kicked at Dallas' hand so she could control the car and willed the door to open faster. When it seemed the door was open far enough she jumped on the pedal and sped under the door with just inches to spare. If the top hadn't been down they probably wouldn't have cleared it.
Once outside the garage she kept the gas pressed to the floor and raced down the street. Getting as far from the warehouse as possible. She finally let up on the gas and made a right turn, the tires screeching the whole way. After a series of turns and when she was sure that no one was following them she slowed down. Letting go of the steering wheel with one hand she took the opportunity to smack Dallas in the back of the head. Then pounding on his shoulder and chest. All the while shouting every curse word she knew at him in spanish.
"Ow!" Dallas yelped as his hand was purposefully kicked off the gas pedal and out of the way. He was still having trouble righting himself in the passenger seat, the blood rushing to his head making his eyes hurt.
"I was only trying to help, quit yelling at me in a foreign language, I've got no idea what you're saying!" He growled from the footwell, manouvring himself so he would at least avoid getting kicked again.
Escaping under the garage door was a close call and if Dallas had righted himself too quickly, he'd have easily lost the top of his head as Savannah drove under it. Unfortunately, since his feet were still sticking up in the air at the time, he did lose something else equally as important.
"Agh! My shoes!" He whined, catching the heels of them on the lower edge of the rising garage door, the blow knocking them off his feet and sending them bouncing off the rear of the car and onto the ground behind them. Finally he pulled his upper body out of the footwell, shook his head to get his orientation right again and glanced forlornly over his shoulder at the lost shoes.
"Okay, now you owe me a new pair of shoes." He snapped at her, sliding into the passenger seat the right way up this time. Her response was to smack him around the back of the head, then one handedly attempted to beat the living crap out of him.
"Ah! Quit smacking me, we got away didn't we!" Raising his arms, he started smacking her back the way a five year old might until their squabbling nearly drove them into a parked car.
Savannah finally had to pull over and stop the car after they almost his a car parked on the side of the road. Dallas had started slapping her back and it had turned into a full on slap fest. Putting the car in neutral and pulling the hand brake on she turned back toward him holding up her hands to show she was no longer hitting him.
"STOP!! Just stop!! This is ridiculous..."
Sighing heavily she looked at him. Waiting for him to calm down. Trying to keep herself calm. At least they had gotten away relatively unharmed. Not exactly what she would have called a clean get away but they were still alive.
"Do you know that you almost got us both killed? Do all of your plans go over this brilliantly? I think you need a partner to keep you out of trouble. And we will call it even on the shoes. But, you still owe me a dress and since I am now currently unemployed, I think half of what you took would be sufficient payment for saving your ass in there."
Savannah took a deep breath looking into his eyes. What had possessed her to get into this mess. There was something there. She wondered if he had manipulated her in some way.
"I can take you to where you are staying or the airport or wherever you want. We can split the cash and go our separate ways. Sound good to you?"
Savannah turned the key in the ignition and started the car again. Taking the brake off she pulled back onto the darkened street. Driving more calmly now, waiting for him to give her directions.
"No, that sounds bad to me." Dallas pouted, not liking that she had laid claim to half of his winnings.
"I earned that money fair and square." Cheating....but I still earned it... "I'm not splitting it with you even if you did just save my ass."
To prove ownership, he reached back and pulled the heavy case forward, hugging it as though his life depended on it. It was then that he noticed the bullet holes in one side, his shoulders slumping a little when he stuck his finger in one to find the bullet had gotten lodged inside it.
"They shot my money." He whined, forgetting the bickering for a moment to open up the case and pull out a wad of cash with a small lump of metal stuck right in the middle of it. There were a couple of bundles in similar dire situations, the cash in each unusable thanks to the damage so he pulled them out and handed them over to Savannah.
"Okay, here. This is your cut. Go buy yourself that new dress." He smiled sarcastically then clicked the case shut again.