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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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.
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Post by bobbysinger1 on Feb 24, 2011 8:13:00 GMT -8
Bobby looked at Ren, and he felt bad for her, he did, but he just wasn’t good at consoling people, though he tried. He felt as though everything was happening for a reason but this reason sucked. He took out the liquor and poor some, he offered Ren a glass. Bobby was known as the town drunk, though he never told Sam and Dean that. It wasn’t something he was exactly PROUD of to say, but still, it was known that he was a drunk, even thoug he was a quiet drunk. Still, at least he and the sheriff got to be friends, and the Sheriff knew what Bobby was up to and bailed him out many times when he was almost arrested.
“Vamps…..I would wait on that, they are harder to kill then you think,” Bobby said to her agreeing she wasn’t ready. Bobby smiled as she pointed out her dog to him. “Hunter huh?” he asked, “I like the name,” he said chuckling a bit.
Bobby wasn’t surprised she asked to stay the night, mostly because she had traveled a long away and of course Bobby would offer. “No, your fine,” he said to her, “You can stay the night, any friend of Simon’s is a friend of mine,” Bobby said with a nod, “Don’t really have much a TV, but the readers digest is up there…” he said.
He only had one TV in his house and that was downstairs, mostly just to watch the news and keep up with things. He sighed and looked at her. Simon…. He was gone now. Bobby sighed at the thought. He looked at her, “Want anymore?” he asked pointing to the Jack Daniels. “Takes the edge off,” he said softly to her.
Post by ZZZ - R.I.P. - Ren Mercer on Mar 8, 2011 23:44:26 GMT -8
She reached out and took the drink, not wanting to insult Bobby, but honestly the girl had never touched any spirits stronger than a beer. She brought the liquor up to her lips, only wetting them with it, letting the small warmth from it work it’s way down her chest as she listened to Bobby, nodding to him as he spoke.
“Vamps…..I would wait on that, they are harder to kill then you think,”
”I’ve had a little experience with how hard they are to kill and I wasn’t able to. Of course I was also a teen and had no experience with hunting yet but I don’t think running off after them would be smart.”
Looking around the place again she saw where he indicated the magazines were then back to him. She also saw the lack of cleaning, excusing it because he was, after all, a bachelor. She considered a moment more, then offered Bobby a smile.
”So, something about me, I’m a southern woman and one thing we know how to do is cook. If you’d like I can make us some fried chicken, biscuits, mashed potatoes, and gravy. I can also do a cobbler, peach maybe? It’s the least I could do in thanks for letting me stay and helping me.”
She understood on a fundamental level that even though she had a few successes in hunting, it had been because of the other hunter, Simon, was at her side. So she need help and was willing to help in return, knowing that hunters sometimes needed someone who could take care of the more mundane things.
Post by bobbysinger1 on Mar 10, 2011 6:06:26 GMT -8
Bobby listened to Ren for a minute, and it was clear that she didn’t have much experience hunting. He would help her, he wouldn’t mind either, but he didn’t want her going out after these vamps alone. Especially when she didn’t have the experience in hunting. Bobby had trained a few hunters in his time, Dean and Sam, and a couple others, but he was pretty sure he could train her too. Still, he hated to see a young women such as herself risk her life out there if she knew little about vampires or anything else that was really out there.
“Vamps, well, you have to chop off their heads,” Bobby said to her, “It ain’t like the movies,” he told her. “Everyone thinks that you stake them, but it ain’t true,” he said shaking his head. He knew that she would believe him at least. Try to tell a regular civi that and they would look at you as though you were crazy.
“So you’re a cook huh?” Bobby asked, “I can be as well at times, but the problem I have is I rarely have time to eat it,” Bobby grinned at her. “I’d take you up on some fried chicken,” he said with a grin.
He stood up and walked towards the stove, “The last thing I attempted to make was pasta, but….I never got to eat it since I was interrupted by Rufus again,” he muttered shaking his head. “The first time he and I met, I wasn’t an experienced hunter either, he taught me everything I know,” Bobby explained to her.
Rufus was alright. He and Bobby often got into little arguments here and there, but for the most part, he wasn’t half bad. They helped each other out at times too. Bobby could live with that. "Let me show you my panic room," Bobby offered.
Post by ZZZ - R.I.P. - Ren Mercer on Mar 25, 2011 15:51:23 GMT -8
“Vamps, well, you have to chop off their heads,”
She nodded to that, Simon had told her that much. She already had a machete for that purpose stashed away in her jeep. She also knew about dead man’s blood but honestly had no clue as to how to get a hold of some. She also knew that a high garlic diet wouldn’t prevent them from sucking your blood. She also knew they didn’t stalk virgins, her own case an exception, or call them out of their rooms at night ala Dracula. Hollywood had just screwed all the truth up.
“So you’re a cook huh?”
“Well I’m here for now, you need me to cook, clean, research, do any of that.”
Her eyes dropping a moment, embarrassed to admit her weakness.
“I’m just grateful to have someone helping me out, I don’t think I’m going to make it out there alone.”
Following him to the kitchen she looked around to see what she was working with, surprised that for a bachelor he had a fairly well stocked kitchen. Simon’s kitchen had been sparse before she had moved in with him, Simon normally living off of a purely microwavable diet. After she moved in with Simon though his eating habits had changed for the better, the cooking and cleaning making her feel like she was paying him back for taking her in when she had no one.
"Let me show you my panic room,"
Now, normally, a woman might see that as a phenomenally bad pick up line, problem was with Ren, those things tended to go over her head. She just smiled brightly to him.
“Sounds like a plan, never know when one of those would come in handy.”
Especially if the vampires were really following her.