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!
Lilah grinned almost impishly. "Maybe I'll tell you later if you're a good boy. For now we have bigger problems." She nodded her head towards the angels that were already getting up, though she never took her eyes of Clark. Lilah didn't like playing with angels, but it seemed that neither did Clark, even though he was at least half of one himself.
A story for another time.
"Can you port us to a specific location?" Even as she asked it she was flicking her wrist at the angels, a whirlwind picking them up and spinning them around before spitting them out and against the walls. It wasn't doing any real damage. Lilah was more interested in keeping them busy until she could get Clark to focus enough to get out of there.
Lilah could simply turn to mist and be on her way. Clark, well there was so much more she wanted to know. She didn't want him just porting to some random location never to be seen again. A tracking spell would do the trick and her heart raced at the thought of a game of hide and seek. She giggled a bit while waiting for Clark's answer.
"Could you port yourself to the Temple of Isis Hotel and Casino? It's in Atlantic City in New Jersey. I could meet you there. I'd have to call ahead though and let Rodney know you were coming. Otherwise he might kill you." Tilting her head, she caressed his cheek. "And somehow I think that would be a pity."
The angels made their move once again and Lilah knew that she could only keep this up for so long before one of them got pissed and blew her up. She really did like this body and didn't want to lose it.
"Timer's counting down, Clark." She waved her hand sending the angels through yet another wall, waiting for the boy to answer and make up his mind.
Post by clarkshepard on Apr 3, 2011 10:45:09 GMT -8
Clark was suddenly reminded of some form of seductress comic book character, confident and powerful she'd often tease lesser beings with displays of her power. Dalilah seemed playful in her nature, like a goddess of sorts that is for some reason showing Clark favor, as if he was something to marvel at despite her own presence and being. It made Clark beat red just thinking about it, someone as beautiful as Dalilah interested in him no matter which way it was. He was embarrassed at the prospect of it being true.
"Can you port us to a specific location?" Clark tilted his head, it was hard to port without a reference, he wasn't an angel. He needed to know where he was going, to have been there before or seen the location himself. "Could you port yourself to the Temple of Isis Hotel and Casino? It's in Atlantic City in New Jersey. I could meet you there. I'd have to call ahead though and let Rodney know you were coming. Otherwise he might kill you." Clark could probably teleport himself to Atlantic City easy enough, directly to the casino would be another story but that's nothing a cab or a bus couldn't fix. He swallowed thickly and watched as her hand caressed his face, he almost fainted but blinked away the coming darkness as he cleared his throat and looked around.
As the angels began to make their stand once more, he looked at Dalilah with concern, she might be powerful but could she hold her own against a squad of angels hellbent on killing this Nephlim? If so, then perhaps it would be best to go to this woman's hotel. There, what angel in there right mind would come after him? Clark could live out there in piece, all the while trying to figure out how to contact his father without the worry of angels coming down and ripping him apart piece by piece.
"Timer's counting down, Clark." He blinked, sudden realization washing over him. He had to go, now. Panic struck, he froze, he closed his eyes and tried so very hard to think of Atlantic City and all of it's beauty. The beaches, the casinos, the smell of the air. Suddenly, in an instant he felt it within his mind, it tickled the power within him. He had it, he looked at Lilah and smiled brightly.
"Wait, Rodney?" With that last sentence, Clark's being suddenly popped out of thin air as he was hurled towards Atlantic City, standing on the beaches as water rushed over and around his ankles.
"Awh! My shoes." He pouted sourly as he felt his socks within getting squishy and wet from the water.
Clark seemed to be a little bit lost and a little bit confused, which honestly amused Lilah to no end. As long as he got out of this place, as long as he came to her Casino, she could keep him safe. It was warded against both angels and demons. Clark was neither. The fact that he was half human would let him walk in freely. Though it wouldn't save him from Rodney if Delilah didn't notify him quickly.
When Clark poofed out she turned her attention back to the angels were stalking towards her with a menacing glare. A bright smile spread across her features and she winked at them.
"Toodles!" She blew them a kiss before dissolving herself into mist and flying out the door.
Lilah moved towards the city streets of New York until she came upon her limo. She went in the sun roof, materializing back into her human form on the seat. Immediately she pulled out her cell phone and dialed Rodney's number.
"Rodney...." She rolled her eyes. "Calm yourself. I'm fine." She sighed when he once again ranted in her ear about how he's supposed to be with her at all times. "Rodney please, I need to tell you something before you go off and kill a friend of mine, all right?"
That got him to quiet down. Lilah smiled into the phone. "I'm on my way back to the Casino. Either a guest has already arrived or shall be soon. He's small, blond hair, a bit awkward looking. He answers by the name of Clark. When you find him, take him to the pent house immediately."
Without saying anything else, Lilah hung up the phone and looked through the window at the driver. "Home, please."
Sighing she leaned back against the seats, watching as New York began to fly by in a blur as the driver moved them through the streets and onto the highway. She could have misted her way to the Casino, but really, she wanted to see the sites. Besides, Clark could sweat it out a little. She imagined that he and Rodney would have a rather interesting talk while waiting for her arrival.
Lilah reached for a bottle of wine and poured herself a glass. "Curiouser and curiouser Clark."