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!
Logan had been driving a while since the vamps nest that he torched back in Arizona. He wanted to get away from Az as fast as possible. It was where this all started for him. The only person is his life, the woman who raised him, Maggie, was being used as a meat suit for some piece of shit demon. He gripped the steering wheel to his only love. His '72 fast back Chevy Nova. He didn't want to think about Arizona, or Maggie for that matter. He just wanted a few nights to get his thoughts together. Time to get his grip on his life now.
There were so many things that were going on. So many demons that were trying to stick their grubby little paws into every nook and cranny of the world. And only a handful of hunters that stood against them. But not just demons, all sorts of weird as shit creatures. Logan gave a shudder. "I need a drink, before my head explodes from too much thinking."[/color] Logan took a heavy sigh and pulled off on the next exit. He didnt know what town he was in, that usually happened when he drove without a purpose. He would just keep driving until it was time to stop, and not pay attention to any of the signs that he passed along the way.
It wasn't even until he decided to take the exit that he noticed that the stock stereo in his car was just playing static. He turned the nob and turned it off. He drove into the parking lot of the nearest bar, not caring about its clientele, and put the car into park. He took off his jacket and strapped two guns into their holsters and then the holster onto himself. The he put his leather jacket back on, locked the car, and then walked into the bar.
"Well, not my usual choice of people..."[/color] it was deserted. There was not a soul in sight... And if there was anything that could be suspicious, it was this bar.
He almost turned and walked out, not wanting to deal with this right now. Instead he just looked up at the sky. "This your idea of a joke?"[/color]
He shook his head, and walked over to the bar, picking up table and a chair. He then walked around the corner, and grabbed a bottle of jack, a bottle of jose, some vodka, and a few shot glasses, and carried them all to his table.
"Well, whoever owns this bar, sure wont be missing these."[/color] He poured himself a shot of each of the alcohols, and cheered himself.
Kat stomped down the road, muttering angrily to herself. "God damned, stupid, piece of crap. Couldn't get a flat in the middle of the city, now, could you?! Oh, no. Had to wait till we're all the way out in the boondocks and then hit the only nail on this stupid, backwoods, middle-of-nowhere-ville excuse for a road!" Kat took her phone out of her pocket and waved it futilely in the air, hoping for a signal, sighing and putting it away when it refused to behave.
Kat pulled her beanie further down over her ears and stuffed her hands in her jeans pockets, looking around at the road she'd already walked down. Grey tarmac and grey trees in the dimming evening light. Turning she looked at the road ahead. Fabulous. More of the same. Hitching her bag higher on her shoulders, she carried on down the road.
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Tired, hungry and thirsty, Kat thought she may have fallen asleep on her feet when she first saw the bar in the distance. Walking faster and ignoring her aching feet, she stopped on the edge of the car park.
Looking round she took in the details. One car, few lights and no music. It was still early yet, but not that early. She would have expected more signs of life in most bars; the work crowd having a quick drink before going home to the wife, students getting a cheap and early start to a long evening of nightclubbing.
"Ugh, great. Let's hope there's at least the bartender," she shrugged to herself with a grin, "Not that it really matters, KittyKat. Since when has an empty house stopped you?"
Kat walked to the door and pushed the handle, sighing internally when the door opened. Walking in, she called out, "Hello?"
Logan could feel the burn of the alcohol taking hold in the back of his throat. It felt good. Soon, at least for a little bit, he could forget about the vampire girl he had to decapitate back in Arizona. He played with the ring that hanging around his neck. So many things had changed for him. And he wasn't going to let Maggie down. He took another shot, and then smirked. It had only been 4 years for him. 4 years since he started his journey as a hunter. There were a lot of people that he wasnt able to save. But what mattered was that there were also a lot of people that he got to, just barely. But he saved them.
Not that he saved them from a large therapy bill saved them, but at least they were alive. And that was all that mattered. That he saved at least some of the poor sons of bitches.
Logan took another shot, and then got up and decided to start walking around the empty bar. There were tables turned all over. A little bit of blood, which had gotten Logan to bend down and take a closer look. Some broken glass, and...something that was mixed with the blood. He didnt know what it was. "Well this just went from crazy, to great wheres my shotgun.."[/color] He turned around and went back to the table. He needed another drink if he was going to have to deal with more shit tonight.
He took a swig of the Jack, and slammed his fist onto the table. "Just when I thought I could have a decent night alone. And then I have to pick this place. This bar. My fucking luck."[/color] He wasnt going to be taking any chances, tho.
Logan walked to the bar, and grabbed the shit alcohol and started to pour it, in the patter of devils traps that almost touched. It was almost like an art project, a really pretty, drinkable art project. He whipped his head around, grabbing both guns from their holsters, and aimed them directly at the door, as it slowly swung open, and a female voice rang out in the bar. Hello?" He didnt lower his guns yet, but instead called out to her.
Kat was almost through the door when she heard the reply to her shout. Turning in the direction of the voice, she froze at the sight that awaited her. Quickly she took in the details - one male, tall, dark hair. Two guns, both aimed at her. The guy's hands were steady, no sign of nerves and an intense stare.
"Okay, easy now." she said calmly, voice steady although her heart was pounding in her chest. She raised her arms to show her open palms, continuing to walk slowly into the bar. Circling slightly round the guy, her feet scuffing on the gritty floor, she finally noticed the surroundings. The chaos of tables tipped and chairs every which way. The broken glass and blood spattered across the floor. She stopped moving and raised an eyebrow at the guy holding a pair of guns trained on her. "What the hell happened?"
Without waiting for a reply, she turned, keeping her movements slow and careful. Aware every second that there were guns aimed at her but trying not to think too hard about them. Trying, successfully she hoped, to seem as if she didn't care about them. Completing her circle, she nodded to The Guy. "I don't know about you, but my arms are aching. I'm going to put them down now, so please don't shoot me." She waited a second for the request to sink in before slowly lowering her arms to her side.
"Looks like y'all had a bit of a fight here, but I wasn't involved so you don't need Pixie and Dixie there." She nodded towards the guns before staring over The Guy's shoulder and taking a step backwards. She dragged her eyes back to The Guy with obvious reluctance, although she kept darting quick, almost puzzled looks towards the back of the bar.
[indent]He had been driving for a while with no real destination, when he couldn't find a job he just travelled around looking for troubles, it was a bad habit of his. Instead of going home taking a break from all the stress and craziness, he sank in it. Allowing himself to become completely paranoid, hardly a healthy trait. There were times when he was like this for months, looking for something and nothing in particular. This time was no different from previous occassions, he drove along the highway glancing at the side of the road for anything that seemed suspicious as if danger was lurking behind every shadow. He spotted a car that was parked, he reduced his speed and halted near the rear of it.[/indent]
The driver was nowhere to be seen but as he got out and inspected the car the reason was obvious: there was a flat tire. It was likely that the owner wasn't carrying a spare and had to walk back to get help. He sighed in relief and got back on the road. Sometimes he needed to remind himself that it was time to let go and take it easy. He drove a while longer until he found a bar, for the looks of it, it seemed like a lonesome place in not-many-customers-land but he didn't mind. A drink could be what he needed to take the edge off and maybe get some sleep, today. This had to make his day, as he slowed down his sight caught some broken stall window and some blood, "Some drunken brawl?" he thought. However before this line of thought had finished, his trained eyes recognized scratch and drag marks on the edges. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before killing the engine.
He got out, opened the trunk and got the shot gun out then grabbed some salt ammunition that went on his pockets. He was hoping it was all over but, a place inside his guts told him it wasn't. He walked toward the door, while doing so he clearly heard the sound of human voices. Decidely knocked on the door to make his prescence known before stepping in. He had a bad feeling about it already.
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Logan was having a very hard time keeping the guns on the girl that just walked in. He wanted to go home back to his old life, back to the way things were before Maggie died. There were so many things racing through his mind. Was this girl a demon? Was she involved with whatever the hell happened in the bar? Did she know about hunters and other shit like that. The questions jumped in his mind, practically bouncing around hitting his skull, giving him the worst kind of headache. He took a deep breath and slowed his breathing, trying to regain control of himself, before she either tried something, or before he accidentaly shot her.
His eyes flitted from her, back to the mess that he had walked into, and then back to her. ”Okay, easy now. What the hell happened?”[/color] She didn’t seem too scared of him, which Logan thought odd, but she could be a many different thing, so he decided not to question it for the time. He looked at the blood, and the glass, and looked back at her, his eyes now trained on her as she walked around the room carefully, her arms still in the air. Before he could speak she started to talk again. "I don't know about you, but my arms are aching. I'm going to put them down now, so please don't shoot me."[/color]
She lowered her hands. And Logan didn’t know if he was more, or less enthused about that happening. He lowered one of the guns, holstering it inside his jacket. ”Well, I’m like you, kinda been driving for a while, last stop was Arizona.”[/color] He grabbed the bottle of JD that was one the table and took a swig.
She had attitude inside her that he could tell that she was holding back but that could be due to the fact that he had a gun still pointed at her. "Looks like y'all had a bit of a fight here, but I wasn't involved so you don't need Pixie and Dixie there.”[/color]
He didn’t know what to do with her, she didn’t seem like a threat, but that wasn’t a luxury that he had in this lifestyle. Everyone and everything was a threat until they could prove that they weren’t. He lowered the gun, but still kept it in his hands, looking over her. She seems old enough to be in a bar, but didn’t look it. ”Well anyways, maybe five or ten minutes ago, I walked in and found the place like this. I don’t know what happened, but it doesn’t look pretty, let alone, like many made it away safely.”[/color] He wiped his brow, and tried handing her the bottle of Jack. ”Sorry about the gun thing. Logan.”[/color]
Before she could answer him, there was a knock at the door, and his gun was pointed at the door. Again.
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Finally!, Kat thought as The Guy lowered one of his guns. The tension eased a little as he told her where he'd come from. It still didn't tell her why he was here, or who he was, but for now the fact was she was looking down one less gun, which in Kat's book was a bonus. Of course, it wasn't the first time she'd been face to barrel, but it was never a happy occurrence. The main thing was not to make any sudden moves, not to give in to the fear that screamed at her to run, as fast and as far as you can!
She took a couple of deep breaths and pushed the panic down as far as she could. It was still there in the background but it was easier to focus now. She started thinking about the mess of the bar. Of course it could just be a bar-brawl that had gone uncleaned. Mentally she crossed her fingers that it was just a Buck-and-Chuck got lathered and had a swedge, but it could be something else. It was a sad fact she'd learned years ago, that there were things that went bump in the night.
Kat breathed out a further sigh of relief as The Guy lowered his second gun. It wasn't away, and she could tell he was still alert, watching her every move. He hadn't seemed to notice any noise or movement, and even Kat wasn't sure, but she was almost positive that she'd seen something behind him.
He told her that he'd only been there himself for a few minutes and held out the bottle of JD he'd been drinking from, apologising for holding the guns on her and telling her his name. Kat debated giving him a fake name, after all, she didn't know him from Adam and who was to say that Logan was his real name? Before she could answer, fake name or not, Logan's arm was swinging up towards the the door as someone knocked.
[indent]The part of him that was a hunter on the prowl was satisfied to have found something to do, the rest of him was just annoyed because his paranoiac self had been proven correct. He pushed the door slowly wondering what lay behind it, judging from what he had seen outside the bar these people had to be tough. He stepped in to find the owners of the voices staring back at him, the guy was pointing his gun at him and the gal gave him a unassured gaze. They looked too clean and unhurt to have been there when the mess started, this gave him a little chunk of hope that maybe the whole thing was completely over. [/indent]
He nodded as the door closed behind him then walked slowly and silently towards them glancing at the room. He must have been a pretty bad sight for them walking nonchalantly like that on top of all holding a shotgun over his shoulder, his silence wasn't improving the mood either. He kept a steady pace since he didn't want to make them more jumpy or tense than they already were. Lyle was restless too but, he managed to keep a poker face in his experience getting worked up in front of others always made things worst. He stopped five or four feet away from them, a safe distance not to seem menacing or so he thought. Actually, his mere presence was threatening enough for anyone, one would feel that way, specially if some stranger walks in acting as suspiciously as him, but details like that were always lost on Lyle's head.
"So, spooks or devils?" he finally said.
At times like this he was very straightforward.
"The name is Lyle by the way" He said while flashing an awkward smile at them.
Right from she had woken up this morning, the day had been bad. She had woken up from a nightmare, which had resulted in her being tired the rest of the day. At breakfast, the young boy at the dinner had been so occupied from his horrible attempt to flirt with her, that he had given her the wrong bagel. And just to make it all better, at lunch a waitress had dropped a plate of food in her lap. Hayley emptied her fifth cup of coffee and turned the car stereo up. Sean Paul’s voice filled the car, and she started to regret the massive amount of liquid she had been drinking to keep herself awake. She could really use a toilet.. She blinked a couple of times and focused on the road ahead of her. She decided to stop by the next motel and rest for the night, only problem was that she was in the middle of freaking nowhere and that it had been hours since she’d last seen a sign of life.
After what seemed like an eternity, Hayley finally spotted light ahead. In the darkness she could see what looked like a car and a building and she hoped that this was some kind of motel. As soon as she was at the parking lot, she killed the engine and stepped out. The place looked abandoned, despite the light in the windows and she looked at the building with a soft frown. It looked like something had gone wrong in the bar, as one of the windows was broken. Just to be safe, Hayley took her gun and slowly walked towards the main door.
She didn’t bother knocking but turned the doorknob carefully. She peeked in and to her surprise she saw her friend, Kat, and two guys. One of the guys was standing with his shotgun resting on his shoulder and seemed too cocky and nonchalant to be good news. She didn’t hesitate, but pointed her gun at him and let her finger slide down and released the safety catch, which made a soft click.
Asking Kat if she was okay, was the first thing that popped in to Hayley’s mind, as she kept her eyes on the shotgun guy, but she didn’t know if these men knew her as Kat. If Kat had given them a fake name, Hayley could bring her friend in even more danger, if she blew her cover. Instead she spoke with a low and calm voice to the shotgun guy, that covered most of her view of the two other people in the room.
"Put that gun down" she said, hoping he wouldn’t turn around and that the other man in the room wasn’t shotgun guy’s accomplice.
Kat cursed internally as a second gun-toting guy walked through the door. At least "Logan's gun was pointed at New Guy and not her. Moving casually, she placed her right hand on her hip and started to slide her left behind her to the knife she kept in the small of her back. Trying to keep one eye on Logan and one on New Guy while figuring out what the heck was going on was starting to give her a headache.
New Guy walked casually towards them, stopping just outside arms reach. Although his shotgun was resting on his shoulder, something in his body language told Kat that it would be a mere split-second before it came swinging down, should someone breathe in the wrong way. She readjusted her grip on the knife handle, sliding it part-way out of the holster as New Guy spoke.
"So, spooks or devils?"
Kat almost laughed, but managed to keep it in with a twist of her lips. She was just about to think of a witty reply, when he spoke again.
"The name is Lyle by the way"
Great, now she knew both of the guys' names but that didn't really help her. She opened her mouth to suggest they sit down and talk, when she heard the door open and the quiet snick of a guns safety being released. Her eyes widened as she recognised Hayley walking in the door. Giving a small shake of her head, she prayed Hayley caught the almost imperceptable movement. Before, Kat hadn't been too worried about leaving the situation unscathed. But now she had to think of an exit strategy for two, as there was no way she would leave Hayley here.
Releasing the knife handle, Kat decided to draw attention to herself and away from Hayley. Taking a deep breath, she spoke.
"So, boys. What do you say we all sit down and talk about this like adults?"
