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!
Adam held in his hand a glass filled with a straight drink of Capitan Morgan's Spiced Rum. The glass was run of the mill, no definable features that held ones eye. The rum itself, Adam had a history with. Adam's first drink, before John even shared a brewski with him, was Capitan Morgan's Spiced Rum. The stinging fiery liquid pouring down his throat, the sweet yet bitter taste. Rum was his first love, though his first beer was shared by his father-- Like their relationship, it was more bitter then it was sweet.
"I resent your whole statement, you know. I want to know because if it is true and you are hunting, we could be after the same thing. Therefore, we could work together to bring the son of a bitch down. If we're not after the same thing, well, we could go our separate ways."
She wanted to work with him together on a hunt eh? All the ladies do, if there was one thing he learned on the Hunt is that sometimes a partnership can be more hindering then just flying solo. Though it could be like that new game, the New Super Mario Brothers for the Wii, the four player one? Havint all four guys on the screen can be just as dangerous if not more so then being helpful, where as two is probably more helpful then it was dangerous. If that makes sense at all? Not that Adam's rationalization needed to be omni-prudent, only needed to make sense to him. If it was just Ryanne, he could accommodate the foxy English beauty.
"Its' true, I am hunting, its' a demon. I've been tracking it since state-line. It could have jumped bodies by now but I know its in a male host. Other then that I got nothing on it, I only started tracking it because it wiped out an entire back road diner, poor bastards didn't know what hit them. I know what that feels like." Adam took a swig of his drink and accidentally hit it down on the table a little too hard before leaning back into the booth.
"So yeah, if we're hunting the same thing then I'll be down for a team up." He wanted to add 'Just like in the comics!' but he felt that was a bit too nerdy, and unwanted. Last thing he wanted to do was turn down the heat on this English beauty, she seemed open. You can probably assume one can insert the tongue and cheek emoticon here.
As she had finished her drink and had just been messing with the bottle, twirling it and ripping the label off of it, she quickly flagged a member of staff and ordered the same again. Ryanne quickly handed back her empty bottle to the man and gave him a small smile to ease the disgruntled look on his face when she offered it to him.
She leant back all the way in her chair and crossed her legs, letting her hands rest on her knees. Usually, when she's waiting for an answer, she's quite calm and collected, however this time she was antsy. Fidgeting in her seat, crossing and uncrossing her legs, twisting her hands together. It wasn't because the woman was nervous, it was because she was eager to find out if the demon they're both hunting is one and the same.
"Its' true, I am hunting, its' a demon. I've been tracking it since state-line. It could have jumped bodies by now but I know its in a male host. Other then that I got nothing on it, I only started tracking it because it wiped out an entire back road diner, poor bastards didn't know what hit them. I know what that feels like."
The man came back to her with her beer and she accepted it off of him, giving him a small wink before he turned away from her. She took a pull and placed the bottle on the table, licking her lips. "Well, other than the mass murder in the diner, is there anything else you know about it's signature. Does it target a person in particular, form relationships before going for the kill? Do you have anything else to go on or was it a spur of the moment thing?" Ryanne was getting frustrated, she knew it wasn't Adam's fault but she wanted to end Liam's life before he kills anymore families.
Taking a deep breath and another swig of beer, she willed herself to calm down. She took another sweeping gaze of the bar but still hadn't noticed anything strange or out of place and that included all the lecherous types that were sitting at the bar, rather than at the tables.
"So yeah, if we're hunting the same thing then I'll be down for a team up."
Feeling a lot more calm, she arched her brow at his comment and smirked into her bottle. Swallowing the beer she looked up at him, " 'Down for a team up'? " She mocked him lightly before going serious again, "Seriously though. Do you know anything else about this demon. A name? Anything?" Ryanne knew she was sounding desperate, but she didn't care, she was.
She seemed nervous, or was it eagerness? Its' the way Adam saw her. The way she was fidgeting in her seat, twisting her hands together, peeling the label of her beer bottle. Clearly it wasn't something Adam brought down upon her, she seemed hotty enough and she had the assertive beer drinking biker chick down pat, and god the English acc-- Really, Adam needed to push that away from now, cause he was missing key elements in her body language that might lead Adam to a better conclusion then 'Yeah, shes like, this hot Hunter chick.' Needless to say, God Bless America for being the worlds UN of hot Hunter chicks. He should start mapping out which hot Hunter chick came from which country and flew over.
Seriously, focus.
"Well, other than the mass murder in the diner, is there anything else you know about it's signature. Does it target a person in particular, form relationships before going for the kill? Do you have anything else to go on or was it a spur of the moment thing?" Adam paused drinking out of his glass of rum, mostly because it was gone. When the waiter came by and asked him for a refill he only held up his hand and shook his head dismissing him with silence. He sort of felt like a tool, or someone who didn't do their homework. Not that he was looking for that stuff but it wasn't apparent either. All Adam knew of was the massive killing inside of that backwater diner, in fact the demon didn't even leave a trail of bodies in his wake. Adam felt like it was a trap, specifically for him, but maybe it was a trap for her. The way she acted, the way she sounded, made it seem like chasing this demon was a little personal.
"Seriously though. Do you know anything else about this demon. A name? Anything?" Adam shook his head and sighed falling back against the seat of the booth, he thought for awhile and flicked his tongue against the top of his mouth before clearing his throat.
"You seem a little desperate to know what I know, unless you got some sort of reason outside of this hunt I'd say you're a little attached to this demon then I would have initially guessed. What did it do?" He was curious, it wouldn't be the first time he heard of a tale of a demon home wrecker. Hell, monster is a monster, his monster killed the only family he ever cared about and he dealt with them. If this was a similar situation, but with this demon then Adam wanted to help. He knew a thing or two about the darkness stripping away the only things in this world you love.
Seeing that he seemed to have no reply, the hunter sighed and ran a hand through her tresses. Sh knew she shouldn't have gotten her hopes on a man she had just met, but it couldn't be helped. She needed this, needed closure and the only way for that to happen is to kill the demon.
"You seem a little desperate to know what I know, unless you got some sort of reason outside of this hunt I'd say you're a little attached to this demon then I would have initially guessed. What did it do?"
Ryanne took another mouthful of beer before setting it on the table, her eyes intently trained on it," If it is the demon I'm looking for, well it's the typical run-of-the-mill, killed family." She gave him a wry smile before finishing her beer, slamming the bottle onto the table before pushing it as far away from her as possible. She gave a dark chuckle and looked at him through her lashes, "But it was so much more than that.He pretty much wiped out my whole family save for me and my father, who has decided to be a drunk. He integrated himself into my family, under the disguise of a nice man, interested in my sister, attended family meals and occasions, helped decorate our house for christmas. He became a part of the family. He was engaged to my sister and the day that we had a huge engagement party for them, my father and I went out to buy some extras. We came back to mass murder. No blood spilt except for in the kitchen. The room where only my mother and sister were in. It seemed that their whole body's worth of blood was on the floor, up the walls and across the ceiling. He defiled my home, my family and that son of a bitch is going to pay. He ruined my life, now I'm going to ruin his."
Throughout her whole explanation, she held back the tears, she had cried too much and far too often. Sadness was taken over by anger. A thought occurred to her then, why did she spill her heart out to a stranger? To a Winchester. She had given him too much information and it made her uncomfortable. She cleared her throat and avoided looking at him, not wanting to see the pity.
He listened to her story intently, every detail and every sound her voice made or changed when telling it. Obviously emotional, but fresh enough at least to still cause her to almost well up, seems like she didn't want to show her hand and reveal all of her cards just yet. All the better, not like the two of them were best buddies as they had just met. The reality of it was, Adam could relate. Monster coming in pretending to be someone they're not and then betraying that trust by killing those whom matter the most to you. Not like a Ghoul was anywhere close to being as cruel as a demon, though their ways at times can be equally as disgusting. Not only was his mom slaughtered and killed she was eaten and he was the one who had to bare witness to her remains, he could only imagine what it felt like to be carved up and fed to a monster before your very eyes.
He didn't say anything though, he felt as if playing "my family is dead too card" might make it seem he was trying to beat her out on the whole fact that its' not uncommon for one's family to be killed by a supernatural creature. Like her story would mean more little to her then it did before, even though it shouldn't. So he kept it to himself, this clearly wasn't his hunt for revenge but her's if it ended up being the demon she wanted. He'd help her, but stay out of her way. Didn't want to revenge-cock-block her and by all accounts-- People might say that revenge doesn't make one feel better about the situation-- But the one's who usually find themselves saying that haven't been put into a position where they'd seek blood vengeance on another person or being. If killing this son of a bitch would make her feel better, all the power to her.
"Well then, if this is the demon you're looking for then I guess I'd have to pass the kill to you. Son of a bitch clearly deserves to get his ticket punched to a one way ticket back to hell." His finger ran along the rim of his empty glass, he watched as she seemed to be trained on her bottle of beer. He gave a small sigh and bit the inside of his lip, a bad habit he has found himself doing of late. He usually does it when in contemplative thought, or doesn't know what else to say. Both of which are the result of him doing so now.
"I got time so I'm down with helping until you bag and tag its' demon ass back down into the pit." He leaned a bit forward and placed his hand around her bottle of beer, lifted it slightly off the table and clinked it back down. "I Adam Winchester hereby lend my damnest to assist you until your little demon burns."
"I got time so I'm down with helping until you bag and tag its' demon ass back down into the pit."
She remained silent, desperately trying to will away any thoughts of her mother, sister, father and even Liam. "... I'd have to pass the kill to you..." She didn't need to focus on them right now, not on the situation. Her head was still bowed and she pretended to listen to her companion, her brain going fuzzy with emotion, with flash backs. She hated Liam, for everything he had managed to turn her life into..."...Son of a bitch...". He deserved to die, to never find a human to reside in again, to suffer for the rest of his life. She needed to personally give him his..."...ticket back to hell."
Although she wasn't full tuned into what he was saying, Ryanne briefly registered some of his words but didn't fully comprehend or listen to Adam until he reached for her bottle and lifted it and set it down, hard enough for it to make a sound. "I Adam Winchester hereby lend my damnest to assist you until your little demon burns."
Ryanne lifted her head up then and tilted it slightly, surveying the man opposite, wanting to see if he was being truthful. She stared deep into his eyes, not moving, not making a sound, not even blinking. She was vaguely aware could be freaking him out but she didn't care, she needed the evidence that he was being truthful. She was about to give up until she caught it. Just a glimmer but it was there. A small, sad smile graced her features before she uttered a shy, quiet, "Thank you."
She ducked her head again after this, collecting herself, trying to rid herself of all 'weak' emotions. She had never been so emotional in front of anyone before, not even her Dad had seen her in such a state. Ryanne cleared her throat and decided on getting one more beer in.
She watched as the male server she had previously walked by before reaching her arm out, hooking his and gently pulled him towards their table, "Another beer please."
It was hard to judge someone solely by the way they acted or responded to your words, it was hard to judge character or what they were thinking. As he spoke to her, he could see it on her face that she was in deep thought, something on her mind and it wasn't happy thoughts like sunshine, rainbows, and unicorns. It was bad, bad blood, bad memories, bad demons. She told him her story, but Adam could never stand in her shoes to see what she had seen, even if something similar happened to him, he could never feel what she feels.
When he was finished speaking she had looked into his eyes, he blinked several times but she continued to stare. He tilted his head to the side and then sort of looked down rubbing the back of his head, he was sort of getting a flushed face but thats' because she just kept on staring. He cleared his throat and decided he'd look back into hers, as if to offset the embarrassment her found himself nearly falling into her eyes-- Metaphorically speaking of course. They were beautiful, yet one could tell they were sad, filled with sorrow and hate.
"Thank you." He smiled back at her and nodded. He had only been considered a Hunter for a short period of time, and although some people take the job a different way they all in turn if it be directly or indirectly help people. This was Adam, helping someone. Sure she might be a Hunter herself, but even heroes need saving if it be from other heroes. Not that Adam considers himself a hero, but he tries his damnest and he will try his damnest to help this young woman Ryanne.
When she pulled aside the waiter and asked for a beer, he raised his hand and two fingers.
"Make that two please." When the waiter departed he looked back to Ryanne, his eyes focused on her. He was sort of amazed, not only by her looks but by her perseverance. Just the way she held herself, even if Adam hadn't seen the most of it-- He was impressed.
"Well, now that we've talked shop. Maybe we can do a little research after our brew and head back to the motel, I need to get a room anyway or else I'll find myself sleeping on the bike using the helmet as a pillow. Not as comfy as you might think."
"Well,now that we've talked shop. Maybe we can do a little research after our brew and head back to the motel, I need to get a room anyway or else I'll find myself sleeping on the bike using the helmet as a pillow. Not as comfy as you might think."
Ryanne couldn't have agreed more. She wanted to turn the subject of conversation completely away from hunting, especially if she would be burying her head in books later, to find any more useful, or even useless, information. "Would you excuse me for a second, I need to go to the loo."
Without waiting for a reply, she slid out of her seat and walked briskly to the toilet, pushing through the heavy door and approached the sink. She leaned over it taking some deep breaths to calm herself before looking at he features in the mirror, her eyes had a hard look about them, sadness and grief coming to the fore. She quickly turned the tap on and the liquid in her hands before bending at her waist so she could splash her face. She looked back up at the mirror and saw that nothing had changed, except that she now had water droplets hanging from her eyelashes and nose. Carmen turned the tap off, sighed and slowly made her way to the towel dispenser so she could dry her face.
Feeling as if she had composed herself enough, she exited the bathroom and walked back to her seat, avoiding any wandering hands and ignoring any remarks, "Sorry about that."
The waiter came back with their two beers shortly after she had sat down. "Back to what you said earlier, research sounds like a plan and the motel I'm in is practically empty and fairly comfortable."
She had to admire the waiter's timing as shortly after she had finished speaking he arrived with their two beers. Ryanne willingly accepted the drink and tipped it towards Adam's in a silent toast. She was about to take a pull when she realised the waiter was still standing there, "Can we help?"
Adam watched as Ryanne departed from the table, he couldn't help but allow his eyes to wander. If he knew Hunting would be half scoring and half being a hero by slaying monsters he would have done this long ago, but then again he wasn't in the inner Winchester circle. He was the bastard child, somehow that made him scoff humorously. He fiddled with his empty glass of what was spiced rum, awaiting for their beers to arrive. He took one of the ice-cubes from his glass and put it in his mouth and sucked on it before leaning back awaiting for his companion to return from the bathroom.
As he crunched down on the ice-cube he began thinking of his mother, her screams, the sounds of the ghouls snickering in the distant halls of the nightmare he used to call him. He almost quivered at the thought, as his fist clenched and he became white knuckled. Somehow, he wished he could have savored his revenge more, it felt like there was a hole that was left behind that was more then just the loss of his mother. Maybe he can find something, someone, somehow to fill the hole that was left behind.
Leaning forward once more at Ryanne's return he smiled and shook his head.
"Sorry about that."
"Don't worry about it, you gotta go when you gotta go." He shrugged and smiled once more when their beers arrive. He heartedly took his, busted the cap open and took a swig. Tipping his beer towards Ryanne in a return toast to her. He felt that things today were going to be relatively good, a foreign beauty, a couple of beers, and a demon hunt. However, this lingering waiter was cramping his style, he looked at him and raised a brow in an almost "piss off eh?" sort of manner. The waiter then departed without so much as another word, somehow Adam got an eerie feeling from him all of a sudden but chose to ignore it as he continued to drink his beer, attempting to finish it off quickly so they could depart to her hotel room and begin with research. Never thought he'd be excited for research.
"Well, good the motel is fairly comfortable but I think anything would be more comfortable then sleeping on a bike. When you're finished, lets bust out the Google and books and we'll see what we can dig up on your friend and where he plans on going from here."
Her eyes swam with a mix of emotions, suspicion and confusion at the waiter and a great deal of amusement at Adam, simply because of his 'jog on' attitude. Ryanne didn't know what it was and she was sure she should have sensed it before hand, but now she's getting a distinct feeling of unease about the waiter. Her eyes narrowed and tracked the man as he simply walked away. Now she knew something was wrong but decided to keep push it to the side for the moment.
Ryanne turned back to Adam and gave him a small smile in response to his comment about his sleeping arrangements, "Really? You find your bike that uncomfortable?" She sipped at her beer and and licked her lips, taking in the liquid that remained on her lips. "In all seriousness though, we should crack open some books and, like you said, bust out good ol' reliable Google and do some digging. This bastard has been on my mind for a few years now and I'm determined to get him."
With her mind firmly back on the task at hand, she quickly drained her bottle and set it on the table. Her mind to focussed on the demon and a small part on the waiter, she drowned out the surrounding noise of people cheering, yelling, singing and generally making a racket. As she reached the counter she slid over her half of the bill, the drinks she ordered and waited for Adam to do the same. THe hunter leaned against the counter, her pose screaming casual and relaxed but internally she was wound as tight as a spring, very antsy to do something and, without a word, she pushed herself off and made her way out of the door.
Once she had made it outside, she breathed in deeply, the cool evening air relaxing her somewhat, clearing her head. The sudden silence was in major contrast to the noise within the bar and it left her ears ringing. Ryanne let her eyes scan the road and car park in order to locate Adam's bike, she found it nestled between to cars, a Honda and a beaten up Nissan. Ryanne quickly made her way towards it and once there, climbed onto it and scooted backwards a little. Once she had relaxed completely into her seat, her mind started zipping over and through the facts she already knew about the demon and, somewhere in the back of her mind, she was wondering if Adam was okay to ride since he had been drinking.
When Adam was little he'd play with all the neighborhood kids, boys and girls alike. Of course, they all had something he didn't coincidently, which was a present father. A lot of the times, what he learned was taught to him by those kids and he accepted their wayward teachings without so much as a wince of inferiority He remembered a group of girls in particular, when Adam was still sporting training wheels they spent all day with him trying to teach him how to ride the standard two wheeler. Of course, as hesitant as most boys were about girls that age Adam had his doubts but he wasn't embarrassed, even if he did get heckled for it over the next year or so.
The point being was that Adam really never had any parental guidance, his mom was there as much as she could but with her work it was hard to teach everything to Adam that the schools wouldn't, or couldn't. Adam was used to learning from his peers and or friendly faces, who weren't necessarily qualified as teachers but provided insight and helpful tips. If Ryanne fell into this category will remain to be seen, he has learned a few things from every Hunter hes' worked with but as of yet he hasn't felt or seen anything new from her. Perhaps because he feels like they come from relatable situations, although different yes, the bottom line was the same.
Adam followed her lead, as thats what he does. Slipping his half of the bill and walking out of the bar along with her, catching her eye as it lingered on the strange waiter from moments before. Perhaps it was a Hunter's instinct, maybe it was because Ryanne was there. Adam didn't know if he had it or not or he played off of the instinct of other Hunters, he supposed only time would tell. Though, there was something off about him he wouldn't necessarily jump to the conclusion of something Supernatural. Perhaps, a creeper, peeping tom, wanting to see Ryanne take her top off, ya know? The usual things.
Girls look hot on bikes. Adam mounted the bike positioning himself in front of Ryanne, started the baby up and slowly pulled out of the bar's parking lot. He reached behind him and patted her knee to make sure she was holding on, last thing he needs is a British chick paving the roads with her blood after flinging her off his bike.
Adam near peeled onto the streets and headed back to the hotel in what felt like mere moments, disembarking the black metallic stallion awaiting for Ryanne once again to open the door to her motel room.
Her concerns were interrupted as the man in question joined her and slid onto the back in front. She felt him pat her knee, causing her to squeeze his sides in response and perhaps hold on a lot tighter than she would have done if he hadn't been drinking. She was just looking out for her well-being.
After what seemed like no time at all, most likely due to the slight speeding as well as being lost in her thoughts, Adam had pulled up at her hotel. Ryanne hopped off the bike and stretched out her muscles, re-awakening herself for the night long research session.
Quickly unlocking the door, she strolled inside, throwing the key onto the table and toed off her boots. She cut through the small room, on her way shedding her jacket and removing her gun, not caring if he had seen it and dropped them both onto her bed.
Crouching down, Ryanne reached her hand underneath the bed and felt around until she felt the familiar canvas of her duffle bag and gave a tug but it didn't move. She gave another tug but, again, nothing happened. Grabbing the bag with both hands, she pulled but didn't expect it to give way so easily, leaving her sprawled on her back, the bag on top of her. "Not cool. Not cool at all."
Pushing herself up, she deftly stood and moved the bag onto the bed. She blew hair out of her face and grabbed the zip of her now new enemy, and pulled it open to retrieve her laptop and adapter.
Armed with all she needed, she moved back to the social area of the room and placed the gadget onto the table and set about turning it on and plugging it in, "Do you want a drink or anything? Something to eat?" Once she had finished, she looked up at him and smiled before moving to close the door. "Or would you prefer to get right down to business?"
((OOC:Sorry about the delay and quality of post...The adapter for my laptop decided to play up *pouts*))
Adam dismounted from his bike and slung his bag over his shoulder and watched as Ryanne used her key on her motel room and followed, Adam then in toll. Once inside he stood near the doorway closing the door behind him, looking out the curtain and then locking the door. Last thing they'd need would be the uninvited guests on top of this demon problem. Adam was just generally paranoid like that, not even in the Supernatural sense he just likes being in a secure room. If one part of town looks remotely sketchy, he's convinced most of its' inhabitants are up to no good.
Adam watched as Ryanne began retrieving her equipment, and sort of chuckled under his breath when she fell over, peering over the side of the bed still standing near the doorway to see if she was alright and then she deftly stood, placing her bag on the bed. He shrugged to himself with a smug smile still on his face and he took a seat at the small table, and plugged his laptop in one of the two outlets on the wall and then flipped open his laptop, watching Ryanne come over doing the same.
"Do you want a drink or anything? Something to eat?" Somehow the thing that went from the back of Adam's mind nearly went to the front, as he was about to ask her for some of her muffin which would have sounded-- oh so wrong. Shaking his head he chuckled to himself and let out a small sigh.
"Sure, water's good." Was all he replied back to while opening his Google Chrome browser. His home page was a website containing .pdf files of Carver Edlund's book series Supernatural which to anyone who actually knew the Winchester brothers would see a frightening resemblance to their life. Adam has been trying to get in contact with the author, but the publisher refuses to give out the identity of his pen-name. Regardless, Adam found it a rather interesting read, and feels no doubt that even if he does study his brother's lives up until the point where Dean is mauled to death by Hell Hounds and sent to hell he is still bound to miss something.
"So I'm thinking we can look into possible demon activity in the area for the past 20 years, see if there is a pattern in finding out why your dude is here."
"So I'm thinking we can look into possible demon activity in the area for the past 20 years, see if there is a pattern in finding out why your dude is here."
She looked up after logging on and accessing the Safari browser, "Yeah, but I'm not sure if he would have been drawn here by something. He seems to be a bit of a lone ranger, being sporadic in his attacks, nothing seemingly drawing his attention to the places he's been."Her eyebrows furrowed and she bit her lip in concentration, trying to think of a possible link but only drawing a blank. She sighed and quickly accessed the town's website and clicked on history. "I suppose it's worth a shot though huh?"
Whilst the site loaded, she made her way into the kitchenette, grabbed a glass and filled it with water and on the way picked up a bag of cookies she had purchased earlier. She placed the drink on the table and picked up her own laptop and sat next to Adam making sure that the cookie bag was next to her and within reach. "Where to start, you say within the past twenty years but that's a broad time frame especially when we're not looking for anything specific. How about trying the past five years and work our way back from there?"
She grabbed the bag of cookies and opened them, her eyes stills trained on her computer screen. She looked up at Adam then and held the bag out, "Cookie?"
Makes sense, makes sense, makes sense. Adam tilted his head to the side, watching as Ryanne moved, watching her mouth move as she spoke. Not that she corrected him, or Adam felt stupid, but it was things like these he needed to learn from other hunters and it's things like these that separated him from the best. His one hand trailed over several keys on his computer while the other reached for the glass of water she provided. Clearing his throat, he gave a satisfied sigh and shook his head a bit. The alcohol did have some grasp over his equilibrium as his head seem to react to the refreshing tap water that blessed the glass he was holding.
When she shifted to be beside him he provided a small smile, but kept his focus on the computer screen. Who knows how a hunter would react if she caught you staring down her shirt, looking at more then the guns she perhaps held there. Adam might have been premed, but he felt a little nervous at the thought of readjusting his own nose.
Adam's fingers typed away into the database that was linked into this small towns newspaper and police blotters from the past five years that could perhaps give them a window to start looking into. Placing the glass down on the table, both his hands began working along the keys methodically, harmony with one another as letters, functions, and pictures appeared before his eyes. He scanned some note worth articles, but after a few moments he leaned back and looked towards Ryanne, taking a cookie that she offered and putting it in his mouth before he could speak. Realizing his mistake he held up a finger as if to give him a second while he finished his gifted cookie.
"Ugm-- There we go-- Yeah, nothing in the past five years that directly link your man to this town. You seem to be right though. Even if the diner slaughter was done with some finesse, random seems to be the only thing we have.
Maybe we should look into why a demon would be in this town period? Churches, local lore that would perhaps give a demon some sort of advantage that it's demon-in-arms don't? Revenge? This town doesn't seem to be the most exciting, if nothing is keeping it here, we should move a little faster to make sure it doesn't skip before we have the chance to deal with it." Adam's attention went back to the computer, his fingers again typing away at the keyboard providing white noise for the motel room they were staying in. Funny, most of the neighboring motel room's have other noises that Adam wouldn't exactly consider 'peaceful ambience'