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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I was strolling through the park one day... (Open)
Kit pulled down two mugs from the cabinet over the coffee pot and brought them along with the fresh pot to the counter in front of Pope. Her face was flushed pink, still from embarrassment, and she couldn't bring herelf to look up at him. Regardless, it was nice to have someone to cook for.
Her life was a lonely one. She had friends, but she never let them get too close for fear of them finding out about her, or the things she did. It wasn't as if she did bad things, but not everyone gets the concept of hunting the things that go bump in the night and believe that you are fully sane. It was also why she didn't have a family or significant other.
Her things, her truck, her home, were all things she had acquired by trying to compensate for the gaping hole in her life. It was her way of trying to fill it and make it complete. At the end of the day, though, the hole was still there, as empty as ever.
She shook the thoughts from her mind and brought herself to look up at Pope's compliment. She handed him a full cup of strong hot coffee with a small smile and nodded, "Thank you. It isn't every day I have people to entertain. I enjoy it, hope that you do too. Please, eat as much as you like, then I'll show you where you can shower and rest."
She took a sip of her own cup before eating a piece of fruit, "I'll get dressed and run to the store while you do. I'll get you some clothes."
The voice in the back of her mind told her she was completely stupid for leaving a complete stranger in her home while she was gone. The fact that he was also a werewolf, and the fact that he wanted to be away from people when he knew that he could not control himself, was a good contender to that voice. He seemed to be a genuinely good guy, just not used to all of this. She could sense that he was a little out of place being offered hospitality, but she didn't say anything, only offered him an empty plate to fill at his leisure.
The Spaniard received the cup of steaming café, the heat penetrated the ceramic mug it was poured in and warmed his hands. He had to set it down on the counter so he could grab the mug’s handle. The rich scent of roasted beans reached his nose and made him smile; like his cigarette it was mostly a psychological reassurance rather than the chemical stimulant that made him crave the drink, especially the morning after a full moon. Swallowing slightly, Pope lifted the mug up and leaned closer taking another deep inhale savoring the scent before sipping at it. Pope liked his coffee to taste like coffee, no flavored crème or loads of sugar; he relished the potent flavor of the ground beans.
He could have been satisfied with just that cup; however his hostess had prepared a full spread for him and truth be told his stomach was growling at the array of scents assaulting his nose. Fixing himself a plate he took and his cup of coffee and tried to shimmy to the table without losing his blanket, sure she may have been a nurse and used to male anatomy but that didn’t mean she wanted to see his dangly bits. Pope did not wish to offend or seem rude; thankfully he managed to make it to the table without incident. Sitting he looked up at Nakita and smiled.
“It smells wonderful. I am sure I will enjoy it.”
Taking a fork in his right hand Pope skewered a bit of food on its tines and lifted it to his lips taking a bite. His tongue as met with savory and sweet tastes that made him smile and moan a little. He looked up to his hostess meeting her eyes with his as he chewed and swallowed his food.
“It is very good, don’t tell my mother, but I think I like your breakfast more.”
He offered her a toothy grin and continued to eat all she had taken the time to prepare for him. Changing ones shape from human to werewolf requires a lot of energy, and that energy needs to be replaced. As politely as he could, Pope devoured all that was set before him, it had been a long while since he had the luxury of having a descent meal made for him after a full moon. Finishing his plate and his café he smiled and whipped his mouth with a napkin looking to Nakita and smiling, rubbing his stomach.
“I didn’t realize I was so hungry. It was amazing, thank you.”
"You're very welcome, and I won't tell a soul," she replied, motioning to the counter, "Eat all you want, I'll be right back."
She nodded and slipped from the kitchen and up the stairs to her room. She found herself dressing to impress and rolled her eyes at herself and quickly put an end to that. A simple black t-shirt and jeans would do fine. She did slip on a pair of heels, it was a staple for her, and they made her backside look better. She gave her hair and once over, pulling back her tussled curls into a high pony tail on top of her head, so that the length would cascade down around her shoulders. She noted that she needed a trim.
After a splash of perfume, she headed back down the stairs and to the laundry room, where she kept the extra towels. She pulled two black towels and a washcloth down and carried them over to Pope. "Here, you'll need these. The soap and shampoo is in the bathroom, as are some razors and shaving cream, and lotion if you want it. Oh, and deodorant too," she said. If it weren't for her father's visits several times a year, she wouldn't have anything that smelled man like. She didn't think Pope would appreciate smelling like Roses and other fruity smells.
"Come on," she waved her hand at him to follow and lead him towards one of the bedroom doors on the other side of the living room, across from the stairs. It was a nice room, cozy and warm with splashes of blues, blacks, and reds, without being cluttered with things. The bed was queen sized, and the headboard matched the side tables and the two dressers. There was an attached bathroom, decourated with red and black. A sliding glass door lead off onto the patio, but it was facing the rear end of the house and the only view was trees and sky.
"You can shower and stuff in here, and rest, I'm sure you need actual sleep after last night," she glanced at him, noticing his bruising and wounds from the attempted escapes he must have tried. "Oh," she added and slipped back out of the room, only to return a moment later with a bag of Epsom salts, "You can use this, if you want to run a bath, the tub is plenty big enough. It will help those bruises ease and heal. I'm a nurse," she said, so it made her sound like she knew what she was talking about. "I'll treat them more when I get back if you want. There is asprin and tylenol in the cabinet too."
She was used to having to treat her own wounds and bruises like that. In wolf form, one is vastly more powerful and strong than in human form. One tends to do things and attempt things that might not be good for the human body. The same wounds are not felt as strongly, or at all, in wolf form, and when the phasing is done, the wounds remain, only on the human form.
This was her parent's room when they came to visit. She made sure everything was well stocked for her father and his phasing, as her bathroom upstairs was for her. She was used to another wolf in the house, just not one quite so handsome, and naked. She cleared her throat to avoid looking again and blushing. "You are a profession, Kit, act like one!" she thought to herself, smiling at Pope. "Take your time, rest all you want and need, kitchen is open, I shall be back in a bit."
She nodded and turned to leave the room, heading for the garage. She grabbed her purse and keys along the way, going over in her head what she needed to get while she was out. It was her usual monthly run for supplies, so it could take hours. All the more time for him to rest, she thought.
With a sigh, she opened the garage and started her truck, backing out and heading towards town, the garage closing and locking behind her.
Seeing her wave him over, Pope stood up and moved to carry his dirty plates to the sink. He’d have to wash those while she was gone. Cleaning up was the least he could do since she made him such a feast. The edge of his blanket got trapped under the leg of a chair as he stood. He could feel the fabric drag across his skin as its own weight began to pull it down off his body.
“Oh, no..no…no!”
His hands were full with dishes, and he dare not drop them to preserve his modesty. The blanket slipped off his form leaving him stark naked in her kitchen with a dirty dish in each hand. He stared at her in shock for a moment before taking a lunging step behind the counter hide himself. Setting the dishes in the sink he crouched on all four and crawled out and reached to grab an edge of the blanket and yank it back to him.
“Hablas en serio? No puedo creer que acaba de ocurrir! Qué demonios, sólo muestra de que la virilidad a la hermosa dama que fue lo suficientemente bueno para hacer el desayuno e ir a comprar algo de ropa que usted.” (Are you serious? I cannot believe that just happened! What the hell, just show of you manhood to the pretty lady who was nice enough to make you breakfast and go buy you some clothes.)
He berated himself in a muttering breath as he wrapped the blanket around him and poked his head out from behind the counter in much the same fashion she had earlier. His face was a little flushed, but he swallowed his pride and stood to face her. She smelled nice, great even, and of course she looked amazing even in jeans and high heels.
"I’m sorry, the blanket must have gotten caught on the chair…"
It was a good thing he noticed how good she looked and smelled after he managed to get himself covered up or that would have really made things awkward. Clearing his throat he let his eyes meet hers and bit his lip.
“I have some money to give you…. It is in my wallet….in my pants… Where ever they are.”
He assumed they’d still be in the cell where he transformed the night earlier. With that he followed her into the bedroom. His eyes glanced about taking in the surroundings. It was a plush and open. He followed her to the bathroom, a shower sounded so good, after his full meal he felt like he could have a great sleep. She popped in a moment later with some soaking salts. Pope wasn’t the kind of guy to take baths, but she said she was a nurse. He could deal with bruises and soreness but why not indulge, it wasn’t like anyone was going to see him. Pope gave her his thanks and appreciation again before she departed Pope cast off his blanket, folded it and started to run a hot bath dumping some of the salt in as the instructions said too. Once full he climbed in and settled in the waters with a satisfied groan, leaning his head back, and closing his eyes. Within five minutes he was snoring soundly.
It took a lot of A/C and loud music in her truck to get those images of Pope without anything on out of her mind. He was, to put it lightly, a beautiful man, ruggedly handsome, even with the bruising. It merely added to his over all charm. She found herself still thinking about it when she heard a loud horn. Blinking, she looked around and realized the light was green. She cleared her throat and moved on through the intersection towards the first stop on her list.
There was a men's store in a small shopping plaza that she would try first. She had taken the tags off of his destroyed clothing before leaving, but forgot to grab his wallet. She grumbled and intended to make him pay her back if they were too expensive. She was disappointed and found several outfits of jeans and t-shirts, matching the sizes to the tags she had snatched. But when she got to the underwear, she had no clue.
One extremely awkward call to her mother later, she figured out the size to buy for Pope. It took nearly an hour to convince her mother that she was only shopping for a friend who needed some things while she was out. She chose to leave the part about him being naked in her house out for the time being. That was not a conversation she wanted to have with her mom, like ever.
One store down, and on to the next. Walmart, that evil scary place that sucks you in and doesn't let you go without taking half your life savings and a whole week from your life, in only three hours! She hated the Walmart. Not only because it was annoying, but because there were too many people crowding around, it was way too loud on her sensitive ears, and too many smells to have to ignore. There were way too many surveillance cameras around to attempt at avoiding them all, so she simply wore her sunglasses throughout the entire store.
Kit made her way back towards the sporting goods to look for some more supplies for her safe room when she overheard the most peculiar conversation. "... I'm not sure but I think it was the same one," said a male voice on the next isle over.
"Well what did it look like, you know, his man form?" a second male voice replied in a hushed tone.
Kit blinked and glanced around to see if anyone was watching her and pretended to be interested in the fishing hooks on the wall. It wasn't every day one heard someone refer to a "man form".
"Well, he was kind of tall, but not very. He had dark hair and dark eyes, funny accent. We don't think he has control over his phasing, or what he does when he's wolfed out, but if he's killing innocent people, then we have to stop him," said the first man again, just as quiet as the second one.
"Of course we do! He can't just travel around the whole country killing whoever he comes into contact with on the full moon!"
"Well last night was a full moon, and no one died. And we have lost his trail, what do you make of that? You know we tracked him here, so where is he?"
It was smart for hunters to talk about such things in a place where they would most likely never be over heard by anyone of the vanilla and normal world. But Kit, she was not normal. She tried to listen more, but someone was wanting the self she was in front of and had to move. She moved quickly to try and see who ever it was on the other side of the isle, but by the time she got there, they were gone.
She looked around and tried to listen again, but it was no use. They were gone. With a sigh, she tried not to think about it, but "wolfed out", "can't control it", and "dark with funny accent" sure did sound really familiar. She shook her head and spoke out loud to herself, "No, there's no way. He did everything he could to get away from people last night..."
"... Yeah, but you saw him, what if he hadn't? There's no telling what he could be capable of," said the voice in the back of her head as a warning. Even if it was true, she couldn't hold it against him. Accidents happen, especially when you are cursed into a life you don't want or know how to deal with. But people were apparently dying, and it had to stop, one way or another.
She decidedly didn't think about it anymore for the moment as she made her final purchases and headed back for her truck. She'd been gone a whole five hours now, Pope would have had time to rest hopefully, maybe a little longer since he did have a rough night, but there were some questions she needed answers to. Once her truck was full of her supplies, she headed back to her house, to have a little chat.
Pope napped in the steaming tub till the waters turned room temperature, as he slowly stirred he still felt the ache in his muscles from where the beast tried to shoulder his way out of the safe room however the salts seemed to sooth the pain some. Nakita knew what she was talking about after all, not that he doubted her. His training taught him to survive with injuries and pains ranging from soreness to bullet holes, while bruising would have been an annoyance he could have continued, though it was kind of nice to have a good soak.
Standing he pulled the plug and let the water slip down the drain before turning on the shower to wash his body with the soap and shampoo she gave him. When he was done with the shower he toweled off before shaving with the razor and brushed his teeth. Nakita seemed to be well stocked for every occasion that was something he was very thankful for. After he was washed up, Pope moved to the bed to lay out naked draping the towel over his crotch in an attempt to preserve some part of his modesty.
He must have been more tired than he though because he dosed off again, this time for longer. He woke a couple hours later, the sun had shifted and was pouring through the large window warming his body. Sitting up he stretched out and groaned before deciding to do a mini workout. He did a few dozen pushups in various positions to work his arms and chest, then worked his core. When he was finished he wrapped his towel around his waist and headed downstairs to start washing the dishes, pots, and pans she used when making him breakfast.
Kit sat at a red light thinking over what she had just heard. It was a major coincidence, if that's what it was, that Pope fit their description, and that the killings didn't take place last night, while he was locked in her safe room. She chewed on her lip as she thought, and decided to make a few calls to some friends that were hunters, and who also had no idea she was a werewolf.
Only a couple of them had heard anything about the situation, the others had no idea what she was talking about. Which was good, in a way, she thought. She made no mention of Pope to any of them, wanting to figure things out before taking any sort of action.
She growled as she sat through the same light for the fifth time, drumming her thumb on the steering wheel as she looked up at the light, waiting for it to turn green... again. It did, and she booked it on through the light and headed back towards her house. The couple of contacts didn't have much info individually, but together, it painted quite a picture.
Some wolf, fitting Pope's wolf form, had been killing random people in a string of cities across the west corresponding to the full moons. Plus, last night had been the full moon, and no one had died. She was pulling in her driveway before she realized she'd driven the whole way home.
Pulling into the garage, she looked around before exiting her truck. She sniffed the air to see if Pope was still in the house, and he was, and smelled like soap. Well at least he had bathed. She put a few things in the freezer, including another side of beef she found on sale. She liked sales, stuff was cheap. Once that was put away, she grabbed the other bags, including Pope's clothes, and headed into the house, kind of slowly.
She glanced around as she walked in, not exactly sure what she was looking for. She rolled her eyes at herself and walked on into the kitchen. She could hear someone in there, and smell Pope in that direction. She had always wondered why she had her sense of hearing and smell the same in human form as in her wolf form, but it came in handy and she didn't knock it. She walked in casually, and had forgotten that he would be without clothing. She raised her eyebrow and couldn't help but grin, "Dang, I could get used to coming home to that sight," she teased before she had realized she said it.
Usually, she wasn't so bold, but she couldn't help it, he had a nice backside. Plus he was naked. She set the bags down on the counter and looked for the one that had his clothes in it. They weren't cheap clothes, but she got them for a good price. She was always up for a good bargain. "There are several shirts and pants, and some underwear. Didn't know if you wanted boxers or briefs, so I got both."
Pope was just setting the last dish in the strainer when he heard Nakita return. He, despite his lack of clothes, had cleaned her kitchen, done the dishes and picked up. He felt a little odd, standing in the kitchen facing her wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, but she had saved his ass and seen him naked, twice. He let his eyes meet hers and offered her a smile, resting his hands on his hips.
”It was the least I could do. You cooked, I could clean.”
Pope grinned a little at her comment. Pope had some money, not much, but some and he would gladly give all he had to Nakita to cover the cost of the clothing. She had already done so much more for him than he could have ever hoped, he felt a little ashamed to be honest. Though he was a wanderer, he liked to keep himself as well supplied as possible. He didn’t mean to leave in such a rush, but it seemed like he had attracted the unwanted attention of a hunter.
Pope was reasonably certain that he hadn’t killed anyone; he had taken extra measures to isolate himself out in the middle of nowhere. He had gone through the extra effort of hiking out into dense forest to help ensure the fact that he wouldn’t do harm to human. Pope managed to stay ahead of them, and came to Los Angeles mainly as a means to try and loose them. A single man in a city of 10 million would be rather difficult.
Hopefully he could find some work around LA to get some cash to fully reimburse Nakita for whatever the cost of his clothes may have been. Pushing the thought from his mind, he offered her his most thankful smile and approached her.
”Thank you so much, normally I have time to undress before the change happens.”
"Well, you didn't have to, but thank you," she told him, smiling as she handed over his bag of clothes. "Don't worry about it. It happens. Force knows I've done it."
It was strange for her to be talking to another about being a werewolf, well, other than her dad. She was still debating on whether or not to mention what she had heard to him yet. Her options were keeping him here until she found out what was going on, so that he wouldn't be around people should it turn violent, or get him out of her house as soon as possible. Either way, she was still intrigued by him. Maybe she should be subtle about it.
She started to unpack all of the things she brought in, setting them on the counter and asking casually, "So, how long have you been a werewolf?"
It would be a good place to start. Perhaps he hadn't been a wolf long enough to learn to control himself yet. He was also a different kind of wolf than she was, maybe he couldn't? Her curiosity and helpfulness started to take over in her mind, but she never lost her sense of apprehension, though she did her best to keep that out of the picture.
Pope takes the bag of clothes and disappears around the corner to slip on a pair of boxers under his towel then a pair of boxers before putting on some jeans and a blue shirt that said Star Wars across his chest. He had to smile, he grew up liking the movies, but he wasn’t a fan of the newer ones. He came back around the corner folding the towel and draping it over his forearm and setting the bag down.
“Thank you Nakita… I don’t feel so… naked now.”
He smiled and sat down in a chair at the table as he took a pair of socks from the bag and slipped them on as he watched her unpack. He had to stop and think about it, many of the years raced by and it was longer than he remembered. What he could never forget was the fear of that night. For a moment the events of his attack and transformation flashed back, but he slowed his breathing and gained control of himself and snapping back to the here and now.
“Umm…how long? Eleven years… just about… yeah. I was a Spanish special forces recon marksmen on detachment serving with the United Nations during the Kosovo war…. That’s when it happened…. My spotter and I were sent to scout an escape path for some refugees…. When we got flushed out into a mine field… my spotter tripped a mine and he exploded, I was sent into a ditch. An Albanian family who had been hiding from the Serbian death squads out in the forest found me and fixed me up as best they could. One night they decided to move me… it just happened to be a full moon. I guess they were scared that the scent of blood would attract a werewolf… they had every reason to be afraid….”
Pope trailed off at that part as he stared blankly at the table. A moment later he shook off the memory and looked back at Nakita.
“And you? You seem to have a control over your power that I have never seen…”
She couldn't help but smile as he chose the Star Wars t-shirt. The movies were a favourite of hers, and she couldn't help but smirk at the fact that she was wearing her Boba Fett undies today. She cleared her throat as he started to put some socks on, going back to taking things from the bags and put them away.
She listened quietly as he told his story, feeling a pang of sympathy for him at what a horrible time it was. She had stopped moving and was looking at him, holding a ham, before she realized it. The ham was cold on her hand and she looked down at it before moving to put it away. "I'm sorry," was all she could think of to say.
There really was no words for how horrible it was, not to mention anything to say that was consoling enough. She went back to putting things away, noticing the time and putting some deli meats and bread on the counter for lunch. She leaned against the counter and crossed her arms in a casual manner, looking over at him.
"I've had lots of years to practice, and someone to help me learn as he did. It wasn't easy, or fast, but doable. I can help you, if you like. I remember what it was like to have to worry about where you are every night, it's not a fun experience."
Pope offered her a forced smile; though he appreciated her sympathy there wasn’t much he could do about it. It was the past and he did his best to get over it, he knew he suffered from the lingering effects of PTSD and claustrophobia; it was just something that he needed to live with. That being said, it was kind of nice to have someone to talk to openly about it. He allowed his eyes to meet hers as he nodded thanks for the sentiment.
“Thank you… I guess it isn’t ever easy for anyone. How fortunate for you, you had a mentor. I just wandered around in the forest for two years trying to figure out what I was… I mostly feel sorry for my family… not having any sense of closure… just being notified that I was missing in action, presumed dead.”
Pope shrugged and sighed.
“It would be interesting to try. I am not really aware of what I am doing when the shift takes me… I only get flashes of memories the next morning. Even then it was only memories surrounding basic instincts. Lately, I have been able to remember more. When it happens it is just like the pain causes me to pass out, I wake next morning not knowing much of what happened in the hours in between.”
"Isn't there a way to get a hold of them and let then know that you are," she paused considering her words before continuing,"Relatively alright?"
She paid attention to him talking about what he can and can't remember during his phasing. "Remembering is good. It gives you something to focus on and anchor yourself to. It isn't easy, or quick, but you can do it."
Eleven years, he wasn't a pup, but if he had help, as she had, maybe he could have more control by now. It took her at least ten years to get to the point where she could start controlling her phases, and another four years to master it as well as she had. She was nowhere near as skilled as her father was at it, but he'd been doing it far longer. Perhaps he could help more than she could.
"You are safe now, no more full moons for another month. Think it over, and if you wish, I'll do my best to help you," she offered, then turned to the counter to make a sandwich.
She had thought, in the back of her mind, that it was a good idea to keep him closer, after what she had heard at the store today. She wasn't afraid of him, and didn't blame him if he was actually the one who'd killed those people. He couldn't help it if he couldn't control himself. All the more reason to help him learn to do it, get the hunters off his back.
On the other hand, he could have known exactly what he was doing, placing himself where people were when he phased. Not actively remembering, but actively placing himself. He could be completely deceiving her into the whole "I know not what I do" act. But she had seen him change, seen his fear, smelled his fear. You can't fake or act it like that. She should know. She knows exactly what it feels like.
"Make a sandwich if you want, we can talk about it. You are welcome to stay here until you figure things out. Plenty of room."
She was opposed to him staying either. She wouldn't be alone, they both had things in common that he was sure neither was used to being able to talk to anyone about, and she could keep an eye on him in case the hunters came snooping.