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!
Everything seemed to hurt. It took her several seconds to remember why and she hesitantly got to her feet. Hayley fumbled in the dark, frantically trying to find the flashlight and turn the light back on, but it wasn’t easy as she was surrounded by darkness. Laughing seemed to fill the place, and at first, she thought Hatter was laughing at her as she had trembled down the stairs. Mentally she cursed as her elbow ached terribly and her annoyance grew as she could hear the laughing continue, she was just about to shout a ‘would you mind quit laughing and come help me?’ as she heard a male voice:
"Shut up!"
It yelled and suddenly her head felt clearer. She needed to find the flashlight, the sooner the better. “Come on, come on” she mumbled and fumbled in the darkness - and she nearly screamed from joy when she found it and she hurried to turn it on. “Hatter?!” Hayley’s voice sounded weird, half choked and she couched a little from the dust on the floor. She ran up the stairs and looked wide eyed on the cowboy who bended down over Hatter. A million thoughts went through her mind as she rushed to her temporary partner. She had been so stupid! The laugh had been out of fear and as she lit the flashlight on Hatter and the man, she saw the fear on the girl’s face. She felt so amazingly bad for even having thought that Hatter was mean enough to laugh at her fall. Iron, she needed iron or salt or something who could get the man off of the bartender. Luckily the flashlight had worked as a reversed spotlight and the man had turned his attention towards her.
Taking some steps backwards, Hayley fumbled with her backpack, trying to find the iron pipe she knew was in there. Had it fallen out? Maybe, it was a possibility and if so, both of them were screwed. Her next discovery would under normal circumstances have irritated her, but now it might just safe her life. The bag of salt had broken and the salt was now covering the bottom of her backpack, meaning it was easy for her to grasp a handful and throw it at the spirit. He vanished and Hayley let out a heavy sight of relieve. “Hatter, are you okay?” she asked and let the flashlight lit the girl Hayley had brought in danger. The small bartender had a scratch on her shoulder and a frown found its way to the huntress face. “I’m terribly sorry.. Look, you need to get up, he can be back any moment so we need to move on” she whispered, not knowing if the spirit was lurking at them from one of the dark corners.