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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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!
"You doing a report for a Religions class or somethin'?" he asked her in a light tone. Giving him a small pout, Kate made sure to inform him she had already turned 22 earlier this month and was very much done with school. So, she wasn’t trying to use him for a good grade. Only curious. If he had meant he found her intelligent, he could have expected a wide range of interests.
“You are avoiding my questions.” She said. “I’m still waiting for a answer, by the way.”
“Not that I will for long. There’s something about you. I want to know what and I want to know it now.” Kate thought. She was pretty sure it was starting to show on her face. No more façade of innocence or attitude. The hunter in her was done waiting and had decided to take over.
Leaning even further into the conversation. Well, as far as the table would let her. Slowly she put her hand on the face of the good-looking man before her. Telling herself she wouldn’t car what he thought. If he was would he could be according to Kate, she shouldn’t care.
Speaking softly she whispered to him. “If it’s because your shy to talk about it in public, you can tell me so. We could go somewhere else if you want to. I would understand, I’m not to fond of crowds myself.” Having said this she drew a bit back, giving him a daring smirk.
When A.J. asked if Kate was doing a report, she pouted and told him she was twenty-two and done with school.
"No need to get offended, baby-face," A.J. said. "I wasn't tryin' to insult you."
He was slightly amused at her reaction, but didn't let it show too much.
She pointed out that he still hadn't answered her question. He was clearly getting to her. Kate leaned in and touched his face - surprising, but it helped him get a stronger read on her.
"If it’s because your shy to talk about it in public, you can tell me so," she said. "We could go somewhere else if you want to. I would understand, I’m not to fond of crowds myself."
The strongest emotions he picked up from her were want and suspicion. What it was she wanted, he wasn't sure - his head on a pike, probably, if she was a hunter.
A.J. smiled and put his hand on top of hers on his face. "I like crowds just fine," he said, pulling her hand away gently. "You tell me why you wanna talk about demons, and I'll answer your question."
A.J. may not have been on the surface very long, but he wasn't stupid and he didn't have a deathwish. He was pretty sure this lady was a hunter, and he wasn't about to go to a nice secluded place with her to get exorcised.
As A.J. put his hand on Kate’s in order to lift her hand from his face, he made it clear he wanted her to tell him what he wanted to know. To Kate it sounded demanding. He said he would tell her the answer to the question she has asked him.
Leaving her divided between two choices. To take her own turn in avoiding, but not making any progress. Or to put everything in the open. However, could she be sure he would keep his word.
Things would certainly have been easier if he had agreed to leave this bar. Kate knew that would have been dangerous in it’s own rights, but she was a hunter. Danger was the only stability she had in her life. The only thing she could be sure of that wouldn’t just leave or disappear.
The conversation was getting to her, making her more reckless. “Or that might have been the vodka.” Deciding that enough was enough. She looked into his eyes. “You will have to keep word to that.” She said. “Otherwise the only thought your mind will still be able to progress is pain, I’m could hurt you that much.”
As she leaned completely back against her seat. Withdrawing her arms back so she could fold them over her chest. All the while never breaking contact. “I’m a hunter, your turn.”
A.J. told her if she told him why she wanted to talk about demons, he'd answer her questions. She didn't like that. She also didn't like that he hadn't taken her invitation to leave the bar. But, she considered it.
She looked into his eyes and he looked back. He wasn't too desperate to keep this conversation going, even though Kate intrigued him. If she didn't want to give him an answer, he wouldn't give her one and she could get up and leave if she wanted. He'd order another beer and wait for someone else to come along.
Kate said he'd better keep his word. She even threatened him with bodily harm if he didn't. He smiled.
"Pain don't scare me, little darlin'," he said. "But don't you worry. I always do what I say I'm gonna do."
She leaned back in her chair and folded her arms across her chest. "I'm a hunter," she said. "Your turn."
"Of course you are," A.J. said casually. "And I'm pretty sure you know what I am by now."
And, just in case she didn't know, he let his eyes turn black for a few seconds. He blinked and they returned to his host's pale blue.
"So, what is it you're lookin' to talk about?" he asked.
“Oh, I sure do” Kate said after A.J. had shown her his eyes. His true eyes. Well, that was all reassurance she needed. He then asked her what she wanted to talk about.
“What I’m dying to know about is you, I like to know what I’m getting involved to.” She gave a signal for another drink. “So tell me more about you, and the black-eyed demons.”
Kate smiled as she thought how she would be the one to take this guy down eventually. Pretty sure she was the first hunter to stumble across this one. That made him hers to kill. She might even save him from another hunter. They might have the same goal as she, but once she bit down into something, there was no way she would let go again. He better get used to having a hunter hot on his trail.
Receiving her drink, she took a sip and waited for A.J. to start spilling. Having little hope he would actually tell her something she didn’t know yet, she thought about a little job she had gotten wind of, and whether the long trip there would be worth the trouble.
Kate seemed to have known what he was before he showed her, which didn't surprise him. He could pick out a hunter as soon as they entered a room, usually. And most hunters could do the same with him. Kate ordered another drink and said she wanted to know about him.
"Tell me about you, and the black-eyed demons," she said.
A.J. laughed softly. This one amused him. She was demanding and expected to be given what she wanted, no excuses. It probably made her a good interrogator when she wanted to be.
"You want me to tell you about my kind?" he asked. "Okay, sure." He feigned thoughtfulness. "Let's see. I'm from Hell. I like the beach and I like to gamble. In my spare time I like to play games with people, 'cept they don't know they're playin' if I'm doing my job right. I can also fly and walk on water."
He grinned. He hadn't exactly lied with the exception of that last part, but he wasn't about to toss information into the wrong hands. He might have made light of being 'from Hell', but that didn't mean he wanted to go back.
“Look” Kate said, giving A.J. a displeased look “If I want to know somebody’s hobbies I go to a dating site, buddy. I want to know how you pick your victims. Your bigger goal." As a after thought she added “But I can help you if you really want to fly. I have seen some apartment buildings in the area.”
“I’m a very busy person, so tell me what I want to know.” She said with a grimace. “Or we part ways here, so I can get around to the hunt I was planning for before another hunter steals the job from under my nose. They’re going to pay me for this one. Any idea how rare that is? But then I will come back to hunt you down.” The grimace turning into a fascinated smirk, she just loved her job, Kate didn’t think she could live without it.
Looking at A.J. to make his choice. Of course she was more than willing to go outside together, too. She was trying to pick a fight here. And she just loved this part, getting what she wanted out of people or… not-people.
Kate gave him a scowl. "If I want to know somebody’s hobbies I go to a dating site, buddy."
"You gotta be careful with those," A.J. said. "All kinds of weirdos on the 'net these days."
"I want to know how you pick your victims," she continued. "Your bigger goal."
A.J. raised an eyebrow. How I pick my victims? he thought. He felt more like a serial killer being questioned by a cop than a demon being questioned by a hunter. Normally that was probably appropriate, but A.J. wasn't exactly a killer. Certainly, he'd killed a few people here and there, but it was either by accident or out of necessity. Seeking out people to kill wasn't his style. People stopped being interesting when they were dead.
A.J. smiled as she explained she had a job to do - a paying job. She also said when she was finished she'd come back and hunt him down.
"See, now what's with the death threat?" he asked, frowning in an exaggerated hurt expression. "I've just been sittin' here talkin' to you, even offered to buy you a drink. Who's the one pickin' victims here?"
A.J. wasn't really hurt or offended. But, he could put on a good show if he wanted. Chances were Kate was aware of that, but he'd try to toy with her anyway.
"Anyhow, you wanna be on your way, go right ahead. There are plenty of other people in this bar for me to talk to." A.J. leaned forward and dropped his voice to a lower volume. "But, if you wanna get anything at all outta me, offerin' to hurl me out of an apartment building isn't gonna help you any."
A.J. stood up and went to the bar to order another beer. The bartender eyed him wearily as he glanced at Kate at the table behind him. A.J. glanced back at her and shook his head at the bartender.
"Nothin' to worry about," he said. "We're just havin' a little discussion. Not exactly the friendly type, is she?"
The bartender smirked and gave him his beer. A.J. headed back to the table, wondering if the guy would notice he hadn't payed. It was a small trick - nothing worth writing home about, if A.J. had a home. But it was the little maneuvers like that that he pulled the most often. It was just too good, some of the stuff he could get away with.
Taking a moment, Kate weighted her options. Either she did something that would pay, finally. Money was starting to get a bit tight. But that meant she would have to let go of her current pray. “If my curiosity, for some strange and unknown reason, is not going to be the end of me, my pride will defiantly finish the job.”
“One night more or less is probably not going to matter.” She spoke “But your going to hear dead threats as long as you happen to piss me off, got it.” Kate almost snarled. She hated it when people made fun of her. So demons certainly wouldn’t get away with it.
Looking at the bartender, who she disliked now for sure. Not even paying attention to whether customers paid or not? How pathetic is that.
Flashing a sweet and charming smile, she spoke very calmly. “You could have told him I was your very sweet, dependable little girlfriend. Now I think he’s afraid of me. Unnecessary. ‘Cause you know, I’m actually very friendly.” As calmly as she talk, so much the venom dripped of her words. She just loved to bring sarcastic comments into the game.
“I’m waiting for you to talk now.” Letting the unmistakably fake mask slide of her face. Sadly enough, so did the venom. She just couldn’t talk in a mean voice if she was keeping a neutral face.
Kate smiled at A.J. when he returned to the table. It was a too-sugary-sweet smile and her voice was sarcastic when she spoke:
"You could have told him I was your very sweet, dependable little girlfriend. Now I think he’s afraid of me. Unnecessary. ‘Cause you know, I’m actually very friendly.”
A.J. sipped his beer and leaned back in his chair again, balancing on the back legs.
"This is you feelin' friendly, huh?" He let out a low whistle. "I'd hate to catch you on a bad day."
Now that would be a sight to see, he thought. He just couldn't get enough of people sometimes, especially if they were interesting. And Kate was certainly that.
"I'm waiting for you to talk now," she said. Her face and tone of voice lost their edge and became neutral.
"An interesting thing about people," A.J. began. "The ones who try to hide themselves end up revealing more than the ones who lay it all on the table. Why do you think that is?"
It was true. He was learning more about Kate from her desire not to reveal too much than he would have if she didn't try so hard to be guarded. Of course, this wasn't what she wanted him to talk about. But, if she decided to go with him on this, he did have a point. He just wasn't one to give something away without getting something in return. He wasn't sure what it was he wanted out of this exchange just yet, but he'd think of something. He always did.
“Now I think you wouldn’t mind seeing me on my bad day” Kate said amused. “Even more so, I think you would love it.” Taking a sip from her vodka, she spared a glance at the beer of a A.J. “That gonna be the strongest you drink tonight?” Shaking her head, she put her glass down and shove it towards A.J.
"An interesting thing about people," A.J. began. "The ones who try to hide themselves end up revealing more than the ones who lay it all on the table. Why do you think that is?" Looking him in the eyes, she took her time the answer. It was a good question, did she really understand what he was talking about. No doubt that there where going to be things he said, with al the very least two different meanings. “Divide and conquer” she answered “That should be the answer that your looking for."
Kate saw it that way, the ones that hide, show their fear of showing and make it clear there is something you could want to know about them. The once that show, have a possibility to only offer a piece of information. Giving the idea that they have told everything, there could always be more.
Eyeing her glass that she had pushed across the table. “But I would advise you, finally start talking about the thing that we’re here for.” How she wanted to let this go. She had patience but it was really being pushed. Things just were going nowhere. Well. Actually, it was going everywhere, except for where Kate wanted it to. Still, she knew she couldn’t just walk out.
Kate said she thought he'd love to see her on a bad day. He grinned.
"Why would you say that?" he asked.
"That gonna be the strongest you drink tonight?" Kate shoved her glass toward him.
A.J. smiled. "You tryin' to get me drunk?" he asked. "I should probably yell you I have a high tolerance."
He said people were interesting because the ones who tried to hide themselves revealed more than the ones who didn't. He asked Kate why she thought that was the case. She replied 'divide and conquer'.
A.J. shrugged. "Maybe so. Or humans just don't make any sense. Either way."
Kate glanced down at the glass she'd slid over to him and said she wanted him to talk about what they were really there for. He smiled and raised her glass. "Cheers."
He downed the whole thing in a few large gulps and slammmed the glass down on the table. "Good choice," he mused, referring to the vodka. He slid the glass back over to her. "Maybe you should have something with a little more kick to it."
He held her gaze, willing her to order another drink, focusing all his energy on her and that thought. You're here to have fun, right? So, go ahead. Have another drink. You deserve to let your hair down. Maybe it would work, and maybe it wouldn't. If it did, it would seem like her own thought, her own choice, and she wouldn't even know it was his doing. She'd buy another drink, something a bit stronger, and continue talking to him.
As he offered she should take something with a little more kick to it, she felt offended. Letting it show on her face as she asked him what could be possibly wrong with vodka. “After all, I’m Russian and proud of it.” And thinking she might have had enough for the evening, she told A.J. that. “Unless your in for a little match” she asked. Looking at him, daring him.
“But if you don’t dare, that’s okay. I have meet more guys that weren’t up to the challenge.” Smiling, she wondered to herself how she came to be so competitive, as child she had never been. Rather just doing her own thing, then trying to prove herself to others. And even if she wanted to prove herself to others, it would never be to something like A.J., would it?
She felt rather uneasy and it wasn’t the first time tonight. He couldn’t be getting to her, could he? Shaking her head, she snapped herself out of such thought. Of course not, she was a hunter and while that didn’t make her invulnerable to him, it gave her a heads-up. She was prepared and wouldn’t allow it.
She just had to keep playing and bluffing. Show him she was capable of taking care of herself and good enough at her job to take him down right here and now, would it be needed to. If she kept going like that, it was most likely she would get the chances to gain the upper hand.
Kate frowned a bit and asked what was wrong with vodka.
"Nothin's wrong with vodka, darlin'," A.J. said. "I could drink the stuff all night myself."
She said she'd had enough for the night and he shrugged. She was interesting, but he wasn't going to work too hard to get her to stick around. And then she asked if he was up for a match. He smirked.
"I'm always up for a little competition," he said.
She was a bit surprised at herself, but not enough to be suspicious. A.J. went to the bar and ordered two vodkas, straight up. Again, he managed to get the guy to overlook the fact that he hadn't paid. He sat down and slid one of the glasses across the table to Kate, taking a sip of his own drink.
"A competition's no fun without somethin' to win. So, what are the stakes? What are we bettin' with?" He took another sip and waited for her reply. He'd let her pick their currency for the night.
A little surprised he took on the offer she had only made to seem in control of everything she did. But now that he did take it, she better get along with it. Drinking down quit a big part of her drink, she looked up at him. Stakes? Now that did have her thinking. But what could she want from him? Certainly not a easy kill, as nice as that would be for tonight, that was not what she wanted. The only thing she wanted on night like these was someone at her side. Preferably her brother, as a hunter or not. In the past it had turned into a big issue, but it just didn’t matter anymore. She missed him, hadn’t hurt of him for so long. She did, however, hear about him. Just because she was her, didn’t mean she lost connections in Russia.
Seeing A.J. taking a sip of his drink, she needed something to say back. Sarcastic, if she knew him better, something painful. It wasn’t the time to dwell on the past now. “Oh. Stop tight there, girl” she thought to herself. “Taking small sips?” Kate asked him sweetly “Afraid it will burn?” Now, how would he react to that one. Everyone had something painful in the past. And what had demons? Hell, of course.
“Stakes, you do look like the betting type.” Kate agreed. “Well, tell me what you would like from me, cause you don’t have anything to give that I want” She didn’t want anything from a demon. Now taking a smaller sip of the vodka A.J. got her. It was safe. As safe as getting drunk was. But she made sure to watch that he didn’t do anything strange with it.
Giving the bar a look around, she suddenly noticed there where less people then there had been before. How late was it? It certainly hadn’t been that late when she got here. And was it even possible they had been talking that long. Not seeing a clock anywhere, she let it go. She didn’t really care anyway. It wasn’t as if there was anyone waiting for her to come home.
Looking at A.J. she waited for him to drink more. And to place one of those bets he desired so much. Well, she would gladly go along. But she wouldn’t start, he wanted to. She had no need for a bet. Drinking was fun for her already, she didn’t feel so lonely or missed the home she grew up in so much. So what if she lived a very little in the past. She was still close to her brother in those days. Vasiliy would rough house with them and great-grandfather was a kind and warm man. Old as he had been, nobody ever dared to question his authority when they came to their home or if the went somewhere. Things had been nice back then.