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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Ryanne seemed frantic, it was the only way he could describe her swift moving and seemingly motivated actions. He didn't follow her into the bar of course, he waited by the door cautiously watching through one of the windows without being seen, just to make sure she made it back out safely. For all he knew every single worker and patron in there was a demon. Could never just assume. What was that, like rule number twenty-eight?
When green-light was given to go and investigate this guys house he sat on the back of the bike. He told her he'd help her get rid of this demon for her, so what her plan was, it was his plan too. He just would rather live to fight another day, if she got in over her head he'd pull them both out if need be.
Adam remained particularly silent most of the way to and from the bar, and to the bartenders house. He really hoped none of this was in vein, he'd have to see the disappointed look on Ryanne's face if this ends up just being a normal guy who is just fairly creepy.
Dismounting the bike Adam slung his bag of supplies over his shoulder, he stood by Ryanne as she picked the lock on the door. As soon as they were in Adam immediately tossed the front rug to the side and began spray painting a devil's trap underneath. Hopefully if this guy isn't a demon, he wouldn't look under his rug anytime soon. As he did this he responded to Ryanne.
"Bedroom I guess would be my best bet, I'll be with you shortly let me finish this. I guess we're looking for bodies, sulfur, demonic trophies." Adam shrugged as he continued to spray paint, he kept his eyes averted from hers and focused on the work at hand. To be totally honest he felt a little pressured, this may be another demon to him but to Ryanne this was her demon. It's a big deal to someone, and to help that someone it in turn becomes somewhat of a big deal to you too. After all, most Hunters go through this, at least the lucky ones do.
Ryanne watched as Adam painted the Devil's Trap under the rug and was thoroughly surprised that she hadn't thought of doing it herself, once. She supposed it was because she was finally getting somewhere with the case, finally having a suspect to hopefully, put an end to her anger and resentment, leaving her to finish grieving properly.
"Bedroom I guess would be my best bet, I'll be with you shortly let me finish this. I guess we're looking for bodies, sulfur, demonic trophies."
She nodded with agreement and continued to watch him work, "Yeah, i guess the bedroom would be a good place." She arched a brow at Adam and smirked, "I've been hunting demons for a good few years now. I know what to look for."
Ryanne turned and started to head up the stairs, halfway up hearing Adam speak to her, "Be careful."
She shook her head and a small smile crept across her face. It was the first time that someone had shown some concern for her safety, since she had begun hunting and it was a nice feeling and a reassurance that someone, however little she knew them, was willing for her to stay safe.
Her hand gripped at the railing as she ascended the stairs, going slow in case of traps or unwanted guests appeared. Once she reached the top, she noticed that all of the doors were shut. She took out her gun, cocked it and slowly made her way to each door, opening them slowly and checking they were empty. The first few rooms she came to were the usual bathroom, spare room and hallway cupboard. So far she hadn't seen or smelt anything out of the usual but there was still one room left. She crept her way along to it and did the same thing and slowly opened the door before checking it was empty.
Once she'd done that she lowered her gun and fully entered, opening cupboards to check nothing was hiding. She could faintly smell sulphur but that could have been him summoning demons rather than being one. She needed more proof.
Ryanne headed straight over to the draws against the back wall and opened them. She found the usual underwear draw, t-shirts, jumpers and shorts. It was the last draw that peaked her interest. Lots of little, red suede boxes, some long, some wide. Opening one she saw a ceremonial dagger. Her brows furrowed she kept searching, finding random little bits of rope and vials.
She pulled the draw out completely and set it on the floor and knelt in front of it. Ryanne meticulously went through it when a glint of silver caught her eye. She moved a piece of cloth away and picked it up, hooking it on her finger. She swung it around a little before holding it up close to her face, "And what exactly are you used for?"
She was about to set them back into the drawer when the door opened. Her gun was immediately poised and aimed at the door. When she saw him she lowered the gun and gave a crooked grin, the handcuffs swinging from her finger, in front of her, "Seems like bar boy has a kink."
Ryanne dropped them and stood, stretching her legs and back, "Other than this weird draw, and the faint smell of sulphur, there's not really any solid proof that bar boy is a demon. Only that he dabbles. I've not spotted any sulphur. Only smelt it."
She sighed and closed her eyes briefly before speaking again, "Have you noticed anything?"
Adam watched as Ryanne made her way up the stairs, like watches. Can one not admire? Adam smirked a bit and shook his head and looked down at his half-made Devil's Trap, he shook the can of white spray-paint once more and continued. Curve here, a curve there, circle, hook, triangle, squiggle. It was the same thing each time but every single time Adam has made one of these he always has a sense of feeling like he is drawing it for the first time, because to him even though he is doing it how the book taught him to do it he feels as if it comes out different each time. Maybe a squiggle is more squiggly but at least it gets the same desired effect.
The final stretch was in sight, all they had to do was wait for the supposed demon to return home. It sounded easy in theory, but it never was easy and it probably won't be easy for Ryanne either. Who knows how emotional she'd get when the time came. Adam didn't get the whole thrill of the chase thing, he killed the ghouls who attacked his mother head on right then and there and nearly lost his life doing so. He just happened to grab the right thing, at the right time, and had the right reaction. Was it in his blood? This Winchester blood? Adam didn't know, it was hard to tell something like that. Sounded sort of ridiculous when one thinks about it.
After finishing the Devil's Trap he slid the rug back over into it's place covering it from plain sight and leaned against the wall for several seconds sitting on the ground. Leaning his head back he stared up at the ceiling and tilted his head to the side, letting out a small sigh he closed his eyes and began running through possible scenarios. It was always calming for him to look at his problem from multiple view points, and try to account for as much as possible. However, Adam wasn't going to salt the windows and such while downstairs, he'd just cover this door. Why would the demon come through the window? And if they saw salt, might be a dead giveaway to their presence. Yeah, the door was fine.
After a few moments Adam grabbed his things and made sure everything was the way it was before taking to the stairs. He made sure he was still careful in case something did happen to Ryanne while she was up here but he didn't hear anything that would actually bring him to that conclusion. He just played it safe.
Upon entering through the door of the bedroom he saw a very cautious Ry with her gun drawn and poised towards him. He raised his hands and smirked, only fair he did draw a gun on her when she returned to the motel.
What was in her hands was rather interesting, she seemed to drop them on the floor so he made his way towards her and picked them up off the ground. He placed them in his back pocket nodding his head and winking.
"For later," He was kidding, but decided it'd be a fun jest to make none-the-less. Seems like there was lack of evidence as it was, he had nothing but the fact that sulfur was present and there were one or two other oddities it was enough to stake the place out till the guy returned to get answers out of him or the demon.
"I got nothing. But it's best to wait for him anyway, demon or not he's messin' with stuff he shouldn't be messin' with so we knee cap him and put the fear of god back in em' either way at least we're doing something productive with our time."
As Adam pocketed the handcuffs, Ryanne had no idea how to react but eventually grinned and rolled her eyes.
She turned slowly, in a circle and surveyed the room once more, putting her lowered gun away, tucking it firmly into her waist band.
"I got nothing. But it's best to wait for him anyway, demon or not he's messin' with stuff he shouldn't be messin' with so we knee cap him and put the fear of god back in em' either way at least we're doing something productive with our time."
Ryanne walked around the room, being nosey this time, trying to get a feel of what the guy was like. She opened books, and set them back, lifted up his aftershave and sniffed it. Ryanne came to a set of stand alone draws and opened them from the bottom to the top and frowned at the amount of clothes he had. As she opened the top, smallest draw she frowned and wrinkled her nose. "The guy definitely has a kink. He has a draw, of what I assume are souvenirs from his conquests."
She turned around and walked towards Adam and sighed,"I guess we wait then." As she walked past him, she gave him a cheeky grin and patted his bum, "Think we have time to use these?" She threw him a quick wink and sat on the edge of the barman's bed, chuckling.
***
They'd been there for what seemed to equate to forever and Ryanne was getting bored. "So...What's your plan after this shenanigan is sorted out?" She'd learnt not to get her hopes up about catching the demon a long time a go and so playing it off as a joke, showed that she was already defeated with the assumption that this isn't the guys she's looking for. "And also, what the hell do you think this guy is doing?"
She abruptly stood up and began to pace, tripping slightly, over the corner of the draw she had not put back. " I mean, what is doing getting mixed up with demons? How did he even know of their existence? What does he need to do so badly that he has to call for demons, of all things supernatural, for help. Can't he make like a normal person and go see a shrink?!" Her chest was heaving after that continuous speech and she realised that she was starting to have a mini break down.
She stopped for a second, her back to Adam, head bowed as she slowly breathed in and out. She would not and could not break. Not now.
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Adam watched as Ryanne moved about the room after grinning and rolling at his little quip about the handcuffs. Was this the hunter scouting for its prey? He stood in the middle of the room watching her picking up books, sniffing his aftershave, rooting through his drawers. Adam had never actually seen something like this, it was more then just being a Hunter, it seemed like she was actually being a hunter and if this guy if it is her guy or not who knows. There didn't seem to be enough trace evidence to conclude either way, but she seemed to have already given up that hope, Adam however made a promise he would help her get her guy.
"The guy definitely has a kink. He has a draw, of what I assume are souvenirs from his conquests." He quirked a brow and stood on his toes to peer in the drawer in question. It was odd, a man working as a waiter in a small populated town who sort of looked like a creeper, handcuffs, and lady garments? That meant one of two things, he was well endowed or these were all somehow stolen.
When she gave him a pat on the bum as she was passing him he grinned back at her and stuck his tongue out playfully at her remark. Ryanne was a beautiful young woman, and nothing would cause him to reject an offer of cuffing her to a bed, but perhaps not this bed. After all, they were on the job.
When she sat at the edge of the barman's bed he approached and folded his arms.
"Well if we get done early here we can see about putting this handcuffs into good use." He said, waggling his eyebrows.
***
Hours passed by and idle conversation occurred. It seems you can only make so much small talk until the bigger questions come up, they're inevitable. He moved from standing up against the wall to sitting beside her down onto the bed, mulling over her question. He knew what he was going to do, but meeting Hunters like her could severely alter his path and the time it would take to get to his destination but the one constant goal he has was to find his brothers.
"My plan, well I made a promise to a pretty girl that i'd help her with her demon. Other then that, I'll still keep searching for my brothers." He looked at her, his eyes glazed over with concern. He didn't have to ask what she would be doing, he sort of already got the gist of her personal journey.
"Also, bar must be open pretty late that or he's currently out collecting women's underwear." Adam sort of refused to believe this guy was a ladies man and has therefore took in the idea of his earlier theory that the truth must lay in the fact that he steals these women's undergarments. Handcuffs are hopefully just for show and not something horribly premeditated.
Adam raised a brow when she abruptly stood up and began pacing, he assumed she must have been distracted or something as she nearly tripped on that drawer she didn't put back. Adam sort of stood as well, but remained near the bed as she began speaking again. "I mean, what is doing getting mixed up with demons? How did he even know of their existence? What does he need to do so badly that he has to call for demons, of all things supernatural, for help. Can't he make like a normal person and go see a shrink?!" He noticed that her chest was heaving heavily, her breathing must have picked up. She was anxious or something, Adam could sense that much-- Hell, he could see that much, again his eyes glazed over with concern as he approached her despite her back to him.
She was upset, she seemed upset. She was losing her cool, and Adam couldn't have that, not on any account. He was backing this girl up, but he can't very well have her fighting without her head screwed on straight. That, and of course he didn't like seeing her like this. It was sort of a cruel fate that Hunter's shared, and perhaps Adam seems to relate more to someone closer to his age who has shared a similar experience. Seeing a pretty girl weep moves him more then a old crotchety trucker brood.
Adam put a hand on her shoulder, continuing to step closer until her back was pretty much flush against him. He leaned over to speak to her, his hand gripping her shoulder a bit more tightly.
"We'll get through this together ok? He might not be your guy, he might be. Let's just get this done and call it a night."
At his touch and words, she calmed slightly, her breathing calming right down. Once she felt she was composed enough, she stepped forward and turned to face, and leaned her hip against one of the many cupboards of the room.
"You have brothers, you say?" She studied him then, not sure if she had overstepped a boundary. Ryanne knew he was private, about things, it couldn't not be noticed and she also knew how family could be a touchy subject for people. It was a touchy subject for her. "Older or younger?"
She decided not press further on his family and opted to change the subject, something he said a few moments a go, popping into her head, "The bar should have closed by now. Also, what do you mean he's out stealing women's underwear? Do you not think he's handsome enough to get them via other means? You couldn't possibly be jealous, could you?"
Ryanne moved again, across to the bed and perched on the edge of it, getting out of Adam's reach in case he opted to throw something at her, mainly one of the scraps of material masking as underwear in the near by open draw.
She was still grinning as she observed the room once more. As far as rooms go, the one she was currently sitting in was fairly plain and hotel like considering it belonged to a house. She would have thought it would have been more in the bachelor style or the 'My-girlfriend-is-moving-in-one-item-at-a-time' feel to it.
During her once over of the room, Ryanne noticed that somethings were out of place and the draw was still out. She moved the objects back into the correct homes as well as putting the draw she pulled out, back in its place.
She slid in front of Adam and closed the underwear draw just as she heard the front door open and close proceeded by fairly heavy footfalls on the stairs. Her eyes widened and her gaze flicked between the door and Adam's face. "Shit. Now what? He's human and we're standing in his room. Do we go for attack mode or defense mode?"
Ryanne's heart was pumping and adrenalin was rushing. The footfalls were getting closer and she was unsure of what to do, her preciously spoken words coming out in a whispered rush. The back of her mind registered the disappointment that the bartender was not in fact the demon she wanted but she still needs to question him about dabbling with demons.
Whens she actually asked about his brothers he was kind of thrown off guard, to be honest he didn't know how to reply though it only seemed like she asked if they were older or younger. Adam in his mind felt like she just asked him twenty offensive questions, but he took a deep breath and smiled. Not a lot he actually gets asked about his brothers, usually it's other people who are telling him about them. Perhaps it was a tad bit refreshing, but other then that all she asked is if they were older or younger.
"Yeah, older." He shrugged a bit, trying not to make a big deal about it, though he seemed relieved when she seemed to change the subject. However he sort of frowned at it, she seemed to think him jealous that this man seemed to accumulate a drawer full of underwear. He just shrugged and cleared his throat.
"All I'm saying, handcuffs, demons, the guy looks like a creeper so I'm just going to assume he is one." He watched as Ryanne moved over to perch upon the bed, somehow he didn't find her grin as amusing as she must of. Silence washed over, as he watched and assisted with putting away some last things, before finding her beating him to the drawer she pulled out. He stood there in front of her momentarily, before the front door was sounded and foot falls began echoing through the stairs. Well, looks like this guy wasn't a demon or that Devil's Trap would have held him.
"Shit. Now what? He's human and we're standing in his room. Do we go for attack mode or defense mode?" Adam seemed genuinely confused at her reaction, they were in fact waiting for him so why was she panicking at the fact that the dweller has returned to his abode? Adam sort of smirked, winked at her and took the drawer out she just put back and moved over towards the bedroom door, with drawer in hand he briefly turned to her.
"We improvise." When the waiter that they previous saw at the bar, opened the door Adam could immediately detect utter fear in his eyes at people in his room but it was extinguished by the bludgeoning he received when Adam knocked him out with his female underwear drawer. After the waiter slumped over, Adam dropped the drawer, and dragged the waiter over to the bed and handcuffed him.
"I'd like to be using these on you," He turned to Ryanne and winked. "But nooooooooooo, we have a little demon summoner to deal with." He gave a weak smile, as he turned his attention to the waiter and stood beside Ryanne.
"Might not be your demon, but I think you should take charge in the interrogation."
As the bar tender opened the door, Adam hit him round the head with the draw and all Ryanne could do, was to stand and watch him work, in shock. Personally, she would have taken a more subtle approach such as just punching him to unbalance him and then cuff him to something.
It took a while for her to start moving and talking and when she did, she wasn't entirely happy. "You could have done something less hurty, you know. We now have to sit around and wait for him to come to, before we question him. Why the draw? Why not your fist? He would have been surprised by just seeing us and then a punch to the face, even more of a surprise. He may have hurt for a little while but at least he would b able to talk to us!"
She threw her arms up and let them drop heavily to her sides and her hands smacked against her thighs. She groaned a little and began pacing before dropping to the floor and leaning against the radiator.
"So, Mr. Act-first-think-later, what are we to do now? Hmm?"
Ryanne knew she shouldn't take out her frustrations on Adam, it asn't his fault but all she could put it down to was that her emotions were finally spewing over and he's there to take the brunt of ot, whether it be happiness, sadness or anger.
Her gaze focussed on the unconcious bartender and she caugt sight of something blue and lacey peeking out of his pocket and smirked, "I think lover boy was on the prowl after work." She nodded her head towards his prone body in hopes that Adam would see it.
Just as she said it, their victim started to come round. She stood up and stretched before approaching the bed. "Nice of you to join us. I don't believe we have the pleasure of your name."
((I'm so sorry about the quality and quantity of the post as well as the delay... :/))
Adam looked at Ryanne with a raised brow, in his mind he felt as if she were sympathizing for the man. He was just as worse as anything supernatural they hunt if not more so, man has been reportedly given the power of free will and if man chooses to do evil then one shouldn't discriminate. Adam just swallowed however, and said nothing to her reaction about his attack. He merely just stood there and admired his handy work that happened to be restrained by handcuffs he probably used on his victims, looking at the man now he is still convinced that it has to do with trickery. He isn't the most handsome piece of work.
Frowning at the blue lacy undergarments that were peeking out of his pockets Adam nudged the man with his foot, he leaned over and pulled them out. Adam however was caught off guard when he continued to pull at the undergarment and more seemed to come out, before finally the entirety of the undergarment revealed itself and Adam held it out to show Ryanne.
"Seriously? He's a chubby chaser too? Gotta catch'em all? How-- I mean, it's like a parachute." Cringing, Adam tossed the garments to the side and wiped his hands on his shirt. Someone else's dirty laundry, he had no idea where they've-- He had an idea, just didn't want to think about it.
As he rubbed the bridge of his nose in complete and utter frustration at the situation, the man came to. Immediately Ryanne seemed to jump into action, Adam smirked and folded his arms and waited patiently nearby. He watched the man cautiously, if he so much as muttered under his breath without first being asked a question Adam would clock him.
"Nice of you to join us. I don't believe we have the pleasure of your name."
The man's eyes seemed to have been boggled, a hint of fear but not as much as one should have when they find their house invaded by two strangers one of which has already assaulted them and now they awaken to being handcuffed to the end of their bed. Clearly this guy was into stuff he shouldn't be messing with, if that wasn't enough he has wasted poor Ryanne's time. Her demon, he did make a promise to her to help. Looks like Adam will have to extend the duration of his assistance.
"Who are you people? Get out of my house, now! Before you regret it! Y--you don't know what I can do, who I know!" The man began pulling on the handcuffs in frustration due to his constraint, his face beat red. Adam wasn't sure if he was furious or embarrassed. However, none of this smelt right. Was he serious, naive, or completely stupid?
"We have an idea, of what you can do. Just answer the nice ladies question."
"Barry"
Well that was a start, though Adam had a feeling he might be lying but who knows, who cares? Adam was curious to see what Ryanne would ask their captor next, would he have info on her demon? Or would he shed some new light into this rather bleak situation.
"Seriously? He's a chubby chaser too? Gotta catch'em all? How-- I mean, it's like a parachute."
Ryanne turned and looked at Adam, a frown marring her features,"Do you have to be so mean? Seriously? Besides, he's obviously not a fussy person, whereas you seem to be opposed women with curves."
***
She'd already asked his name and watched him intently as his face expressed many emotions, anger, fear, panic, confusion. They were shown in his eyes as he looked frantically between Adam and herself. She knew it was just a matter of time before he spoke and Ryanne certainly wasn't dissapointed.
"Who are you people? Get out of my house, now! Before you regret it! Y--you don't know what I can do, who I know!"
"We have an idea, of what you can do. Just answer the nice ladies question." "Barry" Ryanne grinned at the man as she watched him struggle, "Sorry sweetheart but you aren't getting out of those. I'm surprised you don't recognise them." She walked around the bed and leaned over him, "I found them in your little draw of kink and I've got to say, I'm surprised because you certainly don't seem the type." She sighed and stood up straight to make her way back to Adam to and stood next to him.
"To answer your questions in order: On a need to know basis. I don't think so. You will be the one that regrets it and I think that you don't know what we can do and who we know. So, Barry, I'm going to suggest you stop yapping and tell us what we want to know. You will answer all questions from either myself or my friend here. Okay?" As she said his name, you could hear the quotation marks in her speech and showed her obvious distrust of him.
Her face had become blank, emotionless as it was the best way to secure information out of people, particularly those who have summoned Demons and have no idea what they have done until the deed has been completed.
She stayed quiet for a couple of minutes, just watching him, knowing that he was planning a next move.
"So let's knuckle down to business then, eh? Who or what exactly were you summoning?"She started off fairly simple as she knew that he would try and lie about it.
She stood there, epitome of patience and watched him sweat as he thought about what he should say.
"Just so you know, I can sniff out lies like a drug dog can sniff out cocaine, so don't try to spin me a web of lies because I'm telling you now. I won't be happy at all." Ryanne glanced at Adam and arched an eyebrow at him as Barry started to stutter and grow red in the face, not only from fear and embarrassment but also anger.
Needless to say Adam was quite impressed as to how Ryanne was going about this ordeal, maybe Barry here could take her mind off the fact that this probably wasn't her demon. But no matter, this needs to be taken care of because apparently Barry here is in the thick of it without knowing the consequences. The consequences being Ryanne and Adam deciding the man's fate. Barry, or whatever, seems to have taken to being somewhat of an angered stutterer, which in Adam's eyes was the most hillarious type of prisoner. Did that make him a little twisted? Or was that just Adam's way of thinking that this guy was a fool to begin with, though the enthrall of demons and other supernatural entities can be great, especially if your reasoning is a strong hearted one. He can't imagine Barry would have a good reason for doing what he's doing other then to get some tail.
"For an apparent ladies man I'm not really seeing you working your charm on Ryanne here, so clearly something is up Panty Collector. Spill or I'll hit you with another piece of furniture, this time something pointy." Adam moved towards the other side of the room, grabbing what seemed to be like a disposed or soon to be disposed curtain rod, it wasn't as pointy as Adam had hoped but it would do it's job. To intimidate. Standing near by, he listened as Ryanne continued to break him into the situation.
"Just so you know, I can sniff out lies like a drug dog can sniff out cocaine, so don't try to spin me a web of lies because I'm telling you now. I won't be happy at all." Adam didn't know what it was, but Ryanne's seemingly authoritative stand-point was sort of a turn on. Though, blinking past visages of leather and whips, he cleared his throat.
Moving over towards Barry he propped the curtain rod in-between the man's spread legs and leaned on it, it remained dangerously close as Adam hoped and humored his threat got across to the man despite Adam's lack of words.
Barry's glance dodged from one to the other, clearly shaken by Ryanne's words and the threat near his family jewels he began speaking and did little to hide anything. As fear of what the young woman in the room said was true, anything he said otherwise would result in serious injury.
"Eros, I was s-s-summoning Eros. You know, the Greek God? Son of A-A-Aphrodite, or so they say. I've been summoning him, offering him the souls of those I-- Ya know, do it with. I'm like his vessel of love." The way Barry sounded seemed like he was proud of himself, Adam however wanted to shove the curtain rod into unspeakable places, but he refrained as the man would surely continue the story. However, as Adam recalled Eros was also considered Cupid, Cupid was also technically a Cherub, so either this thing was actually a Greek god, or this was an Angel. Either way, it didn't bode well.
When Adam placed the pole between their prisoner's legs, she rolled her eyes but grinned. The best way to get information out of a man is to threaten their most prized organ. She saw how Barry's eyes darted from Adam to herself an she couldn't help the slight turn at the corner of her mouth. her attention was on Adam a slight bit longer than it should have been but she had to admire the way he backed her up. Not many hunters would want to help, especially a female hunter. They would rather take over.
"Eros, I was s-s-summoning Eros. You know, the Greek God? Son of A-A-Aphrodite, or so they say. I've been summoning him, offering him the souls of those I-- Ya know, do it with. I'm like his vessel of love."
Her eyebrows rose incredibly high, disappearing into her hairline and she moved closer, stood next to the edge of the bed and pinched the bridge of her nose, "So let me get this straight. The God of Love is taking souls of the people you've shagged. Why? Why did you summon him? Why did he choose you as his 'vessel'?" She gave Barry a long hard stare and let her frustration shine through.
"Why not me?! I'm worthy. In fact, I'm the worthiest man. Look at me!"
She'd noticed that she'd riled him up and couldn't help but annoy him further. She gave him a long slow once over before she looked him dead in the eye and sneeered, "Yeah, I'm looking and believe me sweetheart, you're nothing special."
Ryanne took the crook of Adam's arm and pulled him back a short way and turned her back to barry, placing Adam infront of her and looked up at him. "Do we believe him? I haven't seen any signs that Eros has been around and I've only had the scent of sulphur. Have you seen anything about town indicating Eros or otherwise?" Her whispered sentences were quick and laced with frustration, confusion and a slight hint of anger. It wasn't her guy, that's for sure but she needed to know if he had information that could help them close this case or to help her with her Demon.
Adam contemplated what this Barry guy was saying. Eros. It had an odd ring to it, the whole Angels and Demons thing he got but when gods of mythologies and other religions came into the fray that's when Adam was left wondering. Adam wasn't the religious type, so he wouldn't be biased either way, but the way things were going down it seemed like the Bible was the go to guide. So when a Greek God pokes it's head onto the scene, one has to wonder what this thing is made of, is it a god or just another Supernatural baddie that needs to be put down.
If it wasn't a god, either way it didn't bode well. With the small stench of sulfur emanating from the room, it's leaning towards the demon theory. However, it seems like this thing was a tad more powerful and therefore perhaps some sort of rogue cupid. Needless to say, Adam wasn't really hoping for the whole god scenario, he's still a greenhorn and dealing with something of that magnitude was not in the job description. At least, not at the moment.
Adam snapped to when he felt Ryanne take the crook of Adam's arm leading him away from the man, for some reason the first thing that came to Adam's mind was no, not right now we're in the middle of something here but that was immediately extinguished when he realized a split second later what she had said.
"Do we believe him? I haven't seen any signs that Eros has been around and I've only had the scent of sulphur. Have you seen anything about town indicating Eros or otherwise?"
Seems like they were going to go on this Eros thing. Adam still didn't know how he felt about it, or if they were going in over their heads. But if Eros is as big as he made out to be, then there'd be more case like Barry, that would be the first step into finding out what exactly is going on here. As a case bigger then Adam expected seemed land at his feet.
"Of course there are no signs of Eros, we don't even know what Eros is yet. Sure, they say he's a god but he could very well be a cherub and he could very well be a demon. Who knows, with our dumb luck he could be both. But it's all we got, we've seemed to scare all we can out of our friend Barry here, so lets say we--" Turning around Adam looked upon the terrified face of the bludgeoned looking Barry. Adam had hit him with that drawer. He felt like he could do so much more.
"I know we don't know what Eros is but if he was around, there would have been some sort of sign, like, I don't know? Loved up people?" Ryanne sighed and ran her hand through her hair and caused it to look mussed up and messy. She hated the fact that she didn’t know much more from when she started, the fact that this clearly wasn’t her guy and the fact that Barry’s background whining and grunting had given her a tremendous headache.
There were plenty of other explanations that didn’t necessarily mean that they have a case with Eros.However, the hunter felt they ought to play it safe and treat it as if they were going to be up against a God, as well as look at other possibilities, such as demons.
Ryanne ducked her head and stared at the space of floor between Adam’s feet, her frown deepened as she thought about what had happened since she arrived in town as well ass the fact that her headache was getting progressively worse the more Barry moaned, “Would you do us all a favour and shut the fuck up or I’ll give you something to moan about! How about, oh I don’t know, the removal of your favourite organ?" With that said, she gave a pointed look at his crotch before she turned back to Adam and released a breath.
"Of course there are no signs of Eros, we don't even know what Eros is yet. Sure, they say he's a god but he could very well be a cherub and he could very well be a demon. Who knows, with our dumb luck he could be both. But it's all we got, we've seemed to scare all we can out of our friend Barry here, so lets say we--"
"I get the feeling that you aren’t convinced with his story and if I’m honest, I’m not either but we have to play it safe because…well we just don’t have any facts that neither confirm nor contradict his story."
She’d noticed that he’d sort of zoned out and got a look in his eye so she decided to leave Adam to his thoughts and went over to the dresser. Ryanne opened each draw, one at a time and searched them before she emptied the contents on the floor. She sifted through it again, just to make sure before she searched the draw itself for anything hidden. It didn't take her long to do each draw and come up with nothing but stolen panties. Did the guy not have any clothes of his own?
"What do we do with Barry here?"
Ryanne heard his question and dropped the draw she was holding and walked towards him. She just shrugged at him before she too, faced Barry, "I don’t know. Knock him out again? Gag him and lock him up for the time being? As much as I’d love to kill him for giving me this headache, I don’t think that would be an option." She paused then to look at her companion with an arched eyebrow, "Why? What’d you have in mind?"
The man on the bed started to protest and wriggled around as he tried to free himself, desperate to get away from either Ryanne or Adam or both of them.
Playing it safe, was that really what they've been doing? Playing it safe? Irregardless it was the only thing they had, dwelling further into Barry's mind would only bring up contradictions and possibly more lies, it wouldn't help any. Although the one truth was that this guy wasn't working alone, they'd have to weed through Barry's victims and see if there was something specific they felt while with him, starting off with the waitresses at the bar might be a little helpful, those seemed like they would have been likely targets for Barry's unpleasant appetite fueled by Supernatural wiles.
Adam looked upon the face of Barry once more, he could see Ryanne out of the corner of his eye was not enjoying the man's banter, whining and anger filled grunting. For some reason it upset him to see her bothered like that, more or less it might be due to the nature of why they were even attacking Barry in the first place. His Supernatural ability to womanize.
Adam contemplated the options Ryanne left him, seems like murder wasn't on the list but would Adam really be capable of such things? Why not? Adam has killed plenty of things since he left Minnesota, what's a creep like Barry to Adam? Human life, a werewolf life, vampire, demon, it was all tangible so why would Adam feel remorse for killing someone who acted just as horribly? Perhaps, it was a subject best left to philosophically mull over. Besides, he didn't want to upset or scare away his new friend with such an obscene suggestion.
Adam paused and took a step towards the door, bitting his bottom lip as if seeming anxious, as if he were about to do something foolish. Taking a deep breath and B-lined back over towards Barry and grabbed the blunt end of the curtain rod and slammed it down uncannily upon Barry's private parts possibly causing immense pain, and rendering it temporarily useless for some time due to possibly bruising. Adam let Barry hallow in pain while he grabbed the pillow from his bed and muffled his mouth until he was done, then slammed his head against the end of the bed knocking him out.
Turning to Ryanne he let out a small smile, then looked down at their knocked out friend.
"Well there, even when he comes to he'll be on the bench for this Eros guy due to his injury. So Eros will have to find someone new or he will be out of commission for awhile, either way it gives us time to investigate into the matter further. However, I think sleep is in order so why don't we head back to the motel room and catch some shut eye. I mean, unless you don't want to actually work this case." Adam wasn't sure if Ryanne wanted to work this case, she could still have other leads on her demon. He didn't want her to feel obligated to stop and help figure this one out. He secretly wished she would think of him silly for even asking, she was like previously stated before-- very cute.