Off To See The Wizard | Supernatural Unforgiven: Legacy

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?

We are officially open! 7/22/2014!

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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.

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!

Off To See The Wizard Oct 31, 2014 14:26:25 GMT -8

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Post by Amelia Shaw on Oct 31, 2014 14:26:25 GMT -8

Off To See The Wizard

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Judy Garland said it well. Never be a second rate version of somebody else.

Tyres hummed on the tarmac as the vehicle sped towards its destination. The sound was soothing, a lullaby Amy had been listening to for years. But she wasn’t sleepy now. Her mind raced, ideas flitting through it like lightening. Word had it that there was someone who could make her idea a reality, someone who invented gadgets to make a hunters life easier and it was this person Amy was racing towards. She didn’t have much more than a street address, and a name that could be a first or a last, but if her idea panned out it would be a fantastic present for Caleb.

The closer she got to her destination the more excited she became until she was positively thrumming with it. The wind blew through the open window but even the hair whipping into her eyes couldn’t wipe the smile off her face. She just pushed it to the side and continued singing along to the radio.

Pulling into the town she slowed, checking the street names against the map she’d printed off the internet. It didn’t take her long to find the bar she was looking for and she parked before stepping out. Once her booted feet hit the gravel she pulled on her gloves and hoody; protection against anyone inadvertently touching her. Shielding her eyes with her hand she stared at the building on front of her.

It wasn’t quite her usual dive, but not somewhere that she’d feel uncomfortable walking in there in her jeans and boots. The tinted glass windows let the patrons look out but gave only a vague impression of movement inside. With a deep calming breath she pulled open the door and strode inside, approaching the bar and looking around the room.

thank you noa?! of caution!