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!
In all the years that Lydia had been up to what she had been up to, she had never even come close to being caught. This was no exception. She sat alone at a corner table in a diner in a small New Jersey town a couple hundred miles west of Trenton. Lydia liked to cause trouble in the bigger cities and then hang out for a few days at one of the nearby Mayberry-esque towns to watch the headlines. These places never had enough local news of their own so they were usually reporting on the more major cities around them as well.
She shipped quietly from the coffee cup in her hand as she calmly looked through the newspaper. She wore a golden-blonde wig that looked surprisingly pretty against her light caramel skin tone. Just because she was a few towns away didn't mean she wanted to take any chances on being recognized. She was sure she wasn't the first person to pass through from Trenton.
A sinister smile caught her lips as she finally saw it. The headline read:
Man Slaughters Family, Three Officers
Lydia's eyes moved easily back and forth as she quickly read the article. Apparently her 'date' two nights ago had decided he was tired of his wife's nagging and the incessant whining of his twelve-year-old daughter. It seemed a neighbor watched from a window while he broke the wife's neck and drowned the child in the pool and called 911. Unfortunately for them, for the police who responded to the call ended up with similar fates. Apparently Lydia's creation was still at large.
With a satisfied sigh, Lydia folded the newspaper and set it aside just as the waitress came and set her breakfast down in front of her. The witch flashed her a toothy grin and said her thanks, complimenting her on how delicious the pecan waffle and scrambled eggs looked. It wasn't a lie, really.. it did look pretty damn appetizing but she was more saying it for the benefit of seeming like a pleasant customer than anything. The waitress smiled her thanks and left Lydia alone to eat.
Castiel appeared in the booth opposite the witch as she sat eating her breakfast in the small dinner. It had taken some serious work to track her down, but he had finally been able to find her. He looked carefully at her ready to protect himself and those in the dinner if he needed to. He had not come to harm her today however, he had come to deliver a message, a warning actually.
"Hello witch"
He was not in the mood for pretend manners or small talk, he was not about to humour the witches little fitting in game. Or pretend that he did not know who or what she was.
Lydia was busy cutting a small piece of her waffle when suddenly she noticed in her peripheral vision that she was no longer alone. "I don't recall asking anyone to join me," she said as she glanced up. Her eyebrows went up in sudden interest as she gazed across the table at the handsome stranger. She made a sweeping gesture with her eyes, taking in his appearance. While handsome, he was dressed like a man who might have once had a decent life but had lost his job and home about a week ago. She clucked her tongue lightly in disappointment.
"Hello witch"[/'quote]
"You must stop what you are doing"
Annoyance crossed her features at his greeting. She tensed up very slightly and chewed thoughtfully on her bottom lip as she gazed at him for a moment, and then looked back to her plate, going back to cutting from the waffle. "What, eating breakfast?" she asked, the sarcasm evident in her voice as she made with playing innocent. "You got something more appetizing for me handsome?"
Castiel sat and watched her as she tried to hide her annoyance at his greeting, but he knew that he had gotten to her. She did not want the good people of this place to know the truth about her. He however could care less if the world knew exactly who she was, in fact it would be better in his opinion if everyone knew the truth. However he had his orders, he was to talk to her, nothing more, it was up to the Winchesters to stop her ultimately.
"Really? Your going to flirt with an angel?" he asked her sarcasm running through his voice and the look he gave her was so dark a normal person would have been frightened by it. "You are what makes me sure that my job is the true work of the Lord, stopping creatures like you."
"I am here to warn you, if you do not stop what you are doing, we will stop you" He gave her the warning he had been ordered to deliver. He was also ordered to get any information he could out of her, but he knew any direct questions would be a waste of time. He would try taunting her instead.
Lydia couldn't disguise the fact that her interest was piqued at the mention of the word 'angel'. She eyed him carefully, wondering if that in itself was what was so appealing to her. The forbidden fruit, so to speak. How ironic that she would come to think of a Biblical reference right then.
Not one to back down easily from a challenge, she simply grinned at him across the table. He was quite obviously not interested... hell, she wondered if being interested was even possible for him, if he was, in fact, an angel as he claimed. But part of the fun here was just seeing if he could get under his skin. They were in a fairly busy diner. It wasn't like the guy was going to just smite her, not if he wanted to be discreet. And judging by the way he was dressed to blend in, he did.
Lydia slouched slightly in her booth seat and suddenly had her feet propped up on the seat across from her, one on either side of Castiel's hips. Her toes very subtly caressed his outer thighs. She knew that she was likely irritating him, probably moreso by not taking him seriously than by the ridiculous flirting. "I have no idea what you're talking about," she said, denying his accusations that she had ever done anything wrong.
Castiel simply sat and looked at the woman in front of him his head turned slightly to one side, his blue eyes studying her carefully. He ignored it when she put her feet on either side of him, even if having her touching him was making him more uneasy than he had any right being. He longed to be as far from her as he could get, but he had to find out what she knew about the colt. He was certain that it was her that Bella had gone to with it before it had disappeared from the angels sight.
He also knew that if Dean and Sam were not able to find it then Lilith stood a very good chance of winning the war. So he clenched his jaw and kept his hands tightly clenched on the table in front of him.
"Do not play games with me, they do not work." he told her, his voice quiet. "If you answer my questions, I will leave you and you will see nothing further of me"
Lydia tsked at him and shook her head, cutting off a piece of her waffle. "That's not very good incentive, you know," she said nonchalantly as she swirled the piece in a small pool of syrup and then popped it into her mouth. She studied the blue-eyed man across from her as she ate... the man who claimed to be an angel, yet he sure wasn't the Hallmark picture of a holy champion. There was nothing about him that set him apart from anyone else in the diner. Lydia wondered whose body he was possessing, or at least, she assumed he was possessing it. She couldn't imagine an angel blending in naturally.
"You know, it might help if you'd actually tell me what the hell you're talking about," she told him, an expression of smugness on her face as she pushed off one of her shoes and then moved her sock-covered foot to rest 'innocently' between his legs. "What's your name, anyway? I mean I could make something up but I have a feeling... God or... whoever... wouldn't approve of some of the nicknames I'd give you."
Castiel ignored most of what the witch was saying to him and also removed her legs from near him. He was not interested in playing any of her little games. He had more important things to do.
"You will not succeed"
Was all he said quietly so that no one else could hear him. He had noticed the other girl spying on him and it was something he did not need to deal with. Someone sticking there nose in, humans really were to curious for their own good sometimes. He looked around and saw there was to many people around for him to knock out the other woman while he finished his dealing with the witch. So he decided he would leave and continue this another time.
Lydia just rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to her breakfast. She had no time for men who preferred to speak to her in riddles rather than getting directly to the point. She didn't even notice him disappear, as she had already chosen to forget that he was there entirely.
When she finally finished eating, she pulled a small wad of folded bills and tossed them onto the table as she slid out of her booth seat with cat-like grace, collecting up her purse and the folded newspaper. She liked to keep mementos such as this one of her accomplishments.
As she was exitting the diner, she caught the blue-eyed gaze of a young woman who looked like she was trying too hard to seem nonchalant. Lydia paused, narrowing her eyes in a warning glare at the girl for a moment before leaving the restaurant.