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!
Varod noticed something. He wasn't even a few words in and the demon was spluttering. "You're faking. I've never seen a demon have problems that quickly. It normally takes a few lines for it to have an effect. Damn..." He acted scared, and pulled out a piece of chalk, hastily starting to draw a devils trap. 'D-don't come any closer, I won't let you hurt me. Just...uh..." He tossed some salt down in a hasty line on the other side of where he was drawing this new trap.
He was a little scared. How was he going to take care of the thing? Maybe he could get it trapped and chop it's head off? That might work. Or coat his sword in holy water? He had a few flasks ready. He would save those until he needed them. As it was, he'd need to be creative to at least incapacitate the thing long enough to get him and the girl out. Simple slut, falling for a demon, he thought scathingly. If it wasn't for her he would've had time to do something more creative and safe, but oh no, of course not. Why did normal people always complicate things?
"Why would that be a loaded..." Amber was about to finish her sentence when Matt slammed into the nearby wall. What the heck was going on? Amber looked over the the man, and did a double take. That man was 20 years old, if even that.
Amber went over to Matt concerned, "Hey kid, I think it's time for you to leave. Isn't it past your bed time?" Amber didn't even look over at the boy to see his reaction.
Her only focus was on Matt who looked like her could barely breath. "You okay?" Amber looked concerned at Matt and looked him over to see if he was alright, but it was like he was having a panic attack. "When you said he was crazy, I didn't expect it to be this bad." Amber offered a small smile.
Amber's patience was starting to wear thin on the boy. She stood up and stepped closer to the boy. "When I said it was time for you to go, I meant it." Her voice was filled with venom and her eyes were cold as ice. "And it wasn't a question either."