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!
"Dare" A.J. spoke. It seemed they had different ways of handeling this small competition of theirs. In Kate's opinion there wasn't too much at stake. She didn't have a problem giving information on the posistion of other hunters. It was more her pride she was worried about. Losing to something she should have killed already by now.
But the prize she would claim was becoming more and more something she was looking forward to. But what should she ask him to do. They weren't teenagers who challenged eachother to do some disgusting things. This was her job and she took it seriously. So what she would dare him to had to be something that would give her useful information about him.
"Show me how much control you have over people, using that damned bartender" That should take care of two things at ones. If he took this one he, she would get more knowlegde about his abilities and she'd get back at the bartender for touching her. She hated being touched by almost any one. And she couldn't deny she liked to make people fear her, just so they did what she wanted.
A.J. chose dare. He preferred action to words, especially since Kate seemed to want information. This could easily become a sort of a two-way interrogation, which wasn't as interesting as a fun game.
Kate thought for a few seconds and told him to use the bartender to demonstrate how much control he had over people. He smirked.
The amount of control he had on a person depended on how much the other party trusted him and how strong-willed they were in general. He'd been able to get a few drinks out of the bartender, but he doubted he'd be able to push his luck much further.
"Yes, ma'am," he said, standing up.
He walked over to the bar casually an gave the bartender a nod in greeting.
"Hey, man. How's it goin'?" he said. "Two screwdrivers, please."
The bartender nodded and started on making his drinks. A.J. sent a thought to him even as he had his back turned.
It's on the house.
This trick was easy enough. He pulled it all the time in bars all over. He never had to pay for a single drink if he didn't want to. As the bartender turned around, A.J. sent another thought, this one a little more risky to pull off.
I gave you a hundred instead of a twenty.
The bartender placed his drinks on the bar and went over to the register. He gave A.J. just over eighty dollars in change. A.J. left a few singles on the bar for a tip.
"Thanks," he said.
He took the drinks and headed back to the table, sliding one of them over to Kate. He placed the eighty dollars in the middle of the table as he sat down.
"I guess half of that'd be yours, since you're the one who dared me," he said.
He could probably do more than that, but doing too much too soon would tip the bartender off - and that was never good for anybody.
Taking the money that was being offered to her, Kate didn’t see any harm in it. Even if it was a demon offering it to her. But she was running low on cash lately and every little bit to help her out was rather welcome. What she was more worried about was the fact that this was probably the least he could do.
Though this didn’t impress her much, since she had seen things far beyond the powers he was demonstrating here, it showed that he had powers to control people. Who knew what limits he had or if he had been controlling her. “Probably” Kate thought . Though the main reason she was still here was by her very own will. Otherwise wouldn’t she be feeling weirs and under the control of anything else besides the alcohol she had consumed so far?
She looked A.J. in the eyes and studied him for a moment. “Truth” That was what he would have to work with here so he better start thinking of a good question if he wanted to win this game. And she was curious to how interested he was in her. It would be nice to know. Just for confirmation of how good a hunter she was.
She would never say it aloud around other hunters, but it was okay with her if she thought she was great. Let’s face it she was, if she wasn’t she’d be long death by now. However, she was still her and not about to go down.
A.J. smirked as Kate scooped the money off the table. Most hunters he encountered who found out he was a demon tried to chant his ass back to Hell. But here was Kate, who seemed to be a pretty tough cookie by her attitude, and she was having a drink with him and playing a little game. And now she was accepting his dirty money.
You're not what you seem at all, are you? he thought, as she chose truth and he sipped his drink.
"Don't wanna get your hands dirty, huh?" he said with a grin. "That's cool. We got time. Let's see..." he said, rubbing his hands together.
He thought about what information he could get out of her that might possibly be useful, or entertaining. He'd take entertainment too. He wondered how receptive she'd be to his demon Jedi mind tricks.
"What's the real reason you're still sitting here talking to me?" he asked.
Then he sent a thought her way.
You can be honest. I haven't given you any reason not to trust me.
Maybe this woman did just want information, but he thought there was something more to it. She seemed very cold, detached. It had to be a lonely road she traveled if she was like that with everyone. Maybe she just needed to talk to someone - anyone. Even if that someone was just a demon's disguise.
If she needed a shoulder to cry on, he could be that for her... or at least let her believe that's what he was. After all, it was the easiest way to earn someone's trust...