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@GoddessSophia

Hells yeah! She looks awesome - can't wait to see some bonding there.

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@GoddessSophia

Heh, I loved it. Hopefully the boys won't take too long and will get to see some of Rissa's dance! Speaking of, myself and tundra are in the middle of doing our collab right now. :)

Supernatural: Wayward Hunters and a Shitload of broken Seals

Supernatural: Wayward Hunters and a Shitload of broken Seals

Alrighty! Got the post up, going to get this done real quick, as soon as AV is online, going to do a speedpost and get all three characters to the warehouse.

Sorry about the delay guys - I've kicked Amelia Singer, so I had to make some changes and stuff to make it work.

Oh, and @Belwicket, you can move your character into the Characters tab and do your first post whenever. :)

Thank you SO MUCH guys for sticking with this. I'd give you all cookies, but alas, we cannot send cookies over the internet.

Supernatural: Wayward Hunters and a Shitload of broken Seals

"I'm an Angel..."
Now, out of all the shit she expected from this stranger in the back seat; it was not this. Threats? Yeah, she could deal with that. An attempted ass-whupping? Shit, all in a day's work.
But...
An angel?
From Heaven?
As the woman gave her a very reassuring smile and lowered her arms, a bubble of laughter burst from Roze's lips. And then she couldn't stop laughing... although that gun never wavered from it's spot.
"An Angel? Gotta say, that's... hah... that's a new one." Roze said through her laughs, looking over the woman once again. That dress hardly seemed conspicuous - not the usual attire for a monster wanting to blend in, as most of them do. There also wasn't a lot of room for weapons and the like in it. But still... was she really supposed to fall for that excuse?

"Now, don't blame me for not believing you. How could I? After all the shit that's happened in this world, it would be insulting to find out there is a Heaven. Now, unless you want me to empty my clip into your face, I'd recommend you step out of my car, and prove to me that you're not some asshole looking to make a necklace outta my intestines, okay?" She added in a slightly calmer tone, wondering silently what the better outcome would be; some monster making the biggest mistake of it's life; or a real, actual Angel.

"Shiii-it. At least I know which one would be less mind-shattering." She thought to herself grimly, tightening her grip on the the gun.

Variel blinked at the mortal woman, such hostility. Still, she could not exactly blame her...

"Okay." She forced a nervous smile. Of course the gun wouldn't necessarily kill her, but it would still be painful. And she did not wish to experience much pain at the hands of Roze.

With a flash of light Variel was gone from the back seat of the car and now stood outside of it. Roze asked her to depart the car but did not state how she should get out of it. Variel stood in the car park just staring at Roze's car. She blinked once.

But her voice now filtered in through Roze's head. "I know it may be hard to believe – but there IS a Heaven. And we are on your side. I was sent by an angel called Azrael. You are Rozalia Singer. You died, and went to Hell with Dean Winchester. You were resurrected along with him. And now you bare a handprint on your shoulder.”

Variel simply waiting in the car lot, not doing anything but blink softly and showed no ill-will or hostility toward the mortal. She used the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth to convince her of her plight. The only thing she displayed was a look of sadness and loneliness. Variel had much to be melancholy about these days. And it seemed that being here on Earth was going to be a tough experience. But she would gladly sacrifice her life for any one of these humans, against the dark forces.

Once the supposed Angel had zapped out of her car, Roze's nerves became slightly less frazzled. However, any notion of amusement disappeared as the voice of Variel popped into her head. For a brief second, she felt fear - a real fear, that she hadn't felt since Hell. She'd met everything from ghouls to Gods... so why were Angels freaking her out? It made sense that a Heaven existed, if there was a Hell. Oddly enough, during her little vacation down there, she hadn't stopped one of her demonic torturers about their faith in Lucifer or whatever.

Stumbling out of the front of her car, Roze stared down the woman in front of her - gun finally lowering, yet still in her hand. It would have been pretty damn easy to simply pretend to be an angel - she recalled the Winchester brothers telling her of a Ghost pretending to be an Angel,m and even Sam had been convinced - but that didn't explain how this chick knew about... well, everything. It was no secret that Dean Winchester and herself had been dragged to Hell four months ago; but they'd only been out for about a week or two. If anything, news of their escape would be naught but rumours - she knew for damn sure the Demons wouldn't want anyone knowing about this, quite frankly, embarrassing fiasco that had been pulled off.

Pulled off, apparently, by these angels.

Pulling her phone from her jacket, Roze speed-dialled the number one contact on her list - her Uncle Bobby. He'd been happy to see her alive, considering he'd only just found out she'd died in the same manner as Dean only two weeks before her resurrection. Happy, but pissed off. As was the majority of Bobby's personality when it came to his weird-ass nieces.

"Bobby - hey. Quick question; you found out what brought Dean back yet?" Roze asked, silently thanking he'd picked up on the first ring, and hardly wasting time on her question. In any other family, it would have come across as rude. But Hunters did not like to wait around on niceties. As Bobby replied, Roze was still staring at Variel somewhat suspiciously. However, her eyes widened in shock at Bobby's answer.

"A... what now? Castiel? Right..." Roze trailed off as Bobby continued speaking.
"Nope, no Castiel's here. I got a Variel instead. Yeah - listen, I'll call you back. Stay outta trouble, old man." Roze said her swift goodbyes - again, they were brief - and looked at Variel. Well, from Bobby's answer, Variel seemed to be telling the truth about the whole angelic thing going on.

"So, apparently some guy named Castiel yanked Dean outta Hell. Who pulled me out? And why?" She asked, her gaze now one of confusion. She was just a regular ol' Hunter. Well... not entirely regular, with the whole magic thing she had going on, but shit, was she really important enough to warrant being pulled from Hell?

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and Sam Krios

Location: Jay's Cabin - Living Room
Interacting With: Each Other

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Sammy had stayed quiet throughout Skye's petty and childish outburst - but that didn't mean he wasn't in the least bit pissed off at the kid. He'd taken it one step too far; it had even been somewhat amusing, watching him fawn over Jay. but when he resorted to insulting Sam's friends - and literally treating Jay like the latest accessory - Sam's anger was real riled up.
Although not in the same manner as Clarissa's - while hers was an angry, red hot anger; as shown by her treament of the hairspray - his was a cold and quiet one.

Not only had this wee outburst between the siblings worsened both his headache and his mood, but the mere fact that Skye had the audacity to be arguing over stuff like this was infuriating. People were going missing - their own Seraphina had been taken not 24 hours ago - and here he was, declaring "war".

If war is what you want Skye, we'll give it to you. Sammy thought to himself, watching him with dark eyes as the younger boy retrieved his tampered bag.

At this point, Jay just expected Skye’s comments. He couldn’t do nothing about it. Not because he didn’t have it in him to go after Skye in a violent kind of way, but even if he wanted to, he probably couldn’t due to his foot. Still, when Skye made those comments about Clarissa, Jay felt something inside him build. He had always tolerated Skye for only being slightly annoying and Jay wasn’t really the type to get violent, but every once in a blue moon, there would come a time that even the silent one must speak up.

As Skye pranced back up the stairs in a rather smug manner, Sammy stood up, glancing at Clarissa. He had no doubt the girls knew the familiar look in his eyes - it wasn't often he got this angry, but when it came to people he cared about, it really ticked him off.

Shit, he'd killed people before. Not even the mythological monsters that the Academy warned them so much about - just regular dudes, hoping to make some random mob boss happy by killing off a politician and his family.

Not that Skye had gone far enough to warrant death - that was hardly the case. But Sammy was one for making rash decisions, and a yellow spray-paint bath seemed to be far too tame for the Aphrobrat at the minute.

"Excuse me for a moment - I won't be long." He said, icy smile warming slightly as he talked to Clarissa - as he began walking towards the stairs, a shriek echoed his words - no doubt Skye had found Clarissa's little surpise.

After Clarissa heard Skye's shrieks and Sam seemed more furious than her-during that point. She caught his deathly glare along with Amelia-both knew that look too well. Skye was in a load of trouble, where that came from. She closed her eyes, trying to take a few deep breaths. She smiled faintly towards Sam, as he spoke to her. "Sure...we'll wait." she breathed out, taking a seat on one of the stools and leaning her head against her hands. Trying to calm down.

Amelia just watched after Sam with a slight worry. She glanced over at Jay to see how he was coping-it seemed like he was about to burst aswell, but kept silent.

As Sammy reached the bathroom Skye's girlish shriek's were coming from, the door flew open, and an infuriated - and also bright yellow - Skye paused as he saw Sammy before him; but in his rage, didn't take long before coming back to his furious senses.

"Out of my way, Samael!" Skye hissed, a sneer adorning his face as he said Sam's full name. Because of the fact he didn't believe in all the Christian crap after finding out about his Greek heritage, Sammy wasn't too amused by the fact he had two names that were Angelic. As such, he preferred nicknames. "You've gone too damn far this time! Do you have any idea how long it'll take to wash thi-"
Skye's words were suddenly cut off as Sammy shoved him back into the bathroom - not enough to really hurt him, but enough to shut him up.

"Yeah, buddy, looks like it'll take a real long time to clean up." Sam said, a dry anger hanging around his words. Skye's own anger gave way to fear - the same fear he'd portrayed in the car prior to Sam's previous threat. "Say, isn't spraypaint flammable? Would sure be a shame if you leant to close to a naked flame, wouldn't it?" Sammy added, raising one hand and letting tiny flames dance around in the palm of it. Beneath the paint, Skye's face became white as a sheet. Third degree burns were a lot more permament than paint, after all.

"Y-you wouldn't dare..." Skye squeaked, still staring at the flame. Sam's eyes narrowed as he stepped forward, a frankly frightening smirk on his face.

"You know what I'm like, Skye. I have one hell of an anger problem. Gods only know what I'd do to that pretty little face of yours if you EVER threaten my friends again!" Sammy uttered in a hushed tone, and after a few seconds, was satisfied with the look of terror on the kid's face.

Stepping back and extinguishing the flames from the palm of his hand, Sammy glanced quickly around the paint-splattered bathroom. It was surprisingly not an en suite - which meant the only exit was the door behind him. Looking back at a still cowering Skye, Sammy stepped backwards out of the bathroom.

"To give you some time to clean up and stop stupid things coming out of your mouth, I think I'll leave you alone in here. Just let me lock the door for you." He said with a grin, and before Skye could even speak, he had slammed the door behind him, and jammed a chair firmly under the doorknob.

No way he was getting out now.

Walking back downstairs feeling considerably calmer - and pleased with himself - Sammy paused for a moment as a wave of wooziness hit him. Leaning on the banister, he blinked away the spots before his eyes, and the world looked normal again. Feeling wetness on his lip, Sammy brought his fingers to his nose, and was surprised to see blood on his fingertips.

A nosebleed? Surely he hadn't been pissed off enough to pop a blood vessel?

"Probably just the magic... He muttered to himself as he rejoined the others in the living room.

“So, uh, what exactly did you do to him, Sam?” Jay asked curiously.

The conversation upstairs could not be heard - Whilst Clarissa was still trying to cool down. Amelia was worried - glancing at the stairs every so often. She rubbed her forehead, and soon enough she heard Sam re-joining them but her eyes shot wide open as she saw the blood oozing from his nose and smeared on his lips. "Oh my...Sam! Are you okay?!" she gasped, grabbing a few tissues as she rushed over to Sam.

Her eyes gentle and filled with worry, as she gently touched his cheek to wipe the blood from his lips and gently held the tissue against his bleeding nose. "I swear, if that little....urgh...if he...god I'll rip his head off myself." Amelia stambled over her words. Thinking that Skye had the nerves to punch Sam, and cause the incident. Her frame slightly trembled and she sighed, just wrapping her arms around Sam, hiding her face against his shoulder. Breathing in his scent, she gave him a tender squeeze of affection. She knew, that Sam had enough to deal with already. But he was a good friend - and Skye surely got what he deserved...if not more.

Staying near Sammy, Amelia rubbed his back gently in aid to try and ease his temper. She wasn't sure, what she could do for the head-ache.

Clarissa glanced up when Amelia rushed over to Sam - seeing his nose bleeding worried her slightly. Her brown eyes creased with slight confusion - she had never seen Sam's nose bleeding...nor had ever known it to when he got angry. "Sam...thanks for what ever you did. I appreciate it." she flashed him a soft smile. She was lucky, to have such good friends that stood up for her against her brother in situations like this one.

Sammy's nerves were soothed just to see how worried Amelia had gotten over a tiny nosebleed. He even cracked a smile when she got angry - obviously assuming that Skye had hit him.

Please.

If Skye had raised a hand to him, it would be missing.

Sammy placed an arm around Amelia's shoulders, running his thumb gently over her upper arm, throwing a smile towards Jay and Clarissa.

"Don't wet your pants with excitement guys - I didn't go all Bruce Willis on the guy. I just locked him in the bathroom. He said with a smile, wiping away the last of the blood on his face with the tissue. "Although speaking of wet pants - I'm pretty sure that some of the yellow on the floor around Skye wasn't all paint, if you get my meaning." He added with a chuckle, and like that, the anger was gone, quickly replaced with his flippant attitude.

Planting a kiss on Amelia's head, and a whispered 'thanks' for just simply caring about him, he turned back to the others with a grin.

"Well, guys, the children have been put to bed, and there's a disturbing lack of music! Let's get this party going!"

Seeing Amelia and Sam embracing - Clarissa smiled briefly. Those two always looked so cute together. Amelia did have a tendency to worry about Sam - even if it was the little things.But it was sweet nontheless. Clarissa stole a few glances over at Jay, wondering what was going through his mind-she had expected he might say something to her...but in all truth; she wasn't sure what he would say or think of her now with what Skye had said. Sighing, she glanced at her own hands. Hearing Sam's comments about her brother...she rose a slight eyebrow.

[i]'Skye wet himself?[i] she thought to herself, with a smirk on her lips. Whatever Sam did, worked it's magic pretty well...it would seem so at least. Sammy was probably the best person to try and scare of Skye.Having done so on previous occasions-including today no less.

Leaning against Sam; Amelia was content in their embrace for a few moments. Wanting to make sure Sam was okay. Hearing his chuckle brought a smile to her face. It was like he was all better now and the anger had left him. She smiled softly, feeling his thumb brushing over her arm and then his lips against her head. "I always care, Sammy." she whispered, before leaning up and she kissed his cheek. It was true - Amelia had always cared for Sam. No matter what happened, even when he left - she still cared and worried for him.

Hearing's Sam's proposal about the party, she smiled in agreement. [color=ligthblue] "I agree! You have some music, here right?" [/color] she asked, glancing over at Jay who was still sitting on the couch.

The daughter of Dionysus glanced over at Clarissa and reached over poking her. "Come on, Chicka! Smile...or me and Sammy will tickle the heck out of you." she smiled, as she ruffled Sam's hair as she moved away from him walking over to the cupboards, she grabbed a few glasses setting them on the table. Looking through the bag of drinks that Sam brought; she poured a shot for Clarissa. Pushing the glass over to the young Demi-Goddess "Bottoms up...Rissa." she smirked before pouring her self a shot.

Clarissa couldn't help but crack a smile as she heard Amelia's words. Seeing Amelia slide a drink across to her; she caught it in her hand and with one easy swing-gulped the rich, alcoholic drink down like water. Making a slight face at the bitterness of the first shot. "I needed that...pass me another, would you?" she asked, as she slid the empty glass over to Amelia.

Amelia saw Clarissa's eagerness for the competition - and to drown out her nerves that Skye had caused to bubble a few moment before. Refilling Clarissa's glass, she passed it back to her.

She then threw her head back as she downed her shot - before taking a refill like Clarissa. Being the daughter of Dionysus had some perks when it came to alcohol and drinking - she had a higher tolerance than most, and it wasn't that easy for her to get drunk. But even then, being part human came with the affects of tooo much booze. So she wasn't totally safe, even if she could last a bit longer than a few people. But who knew, she had never seen Clarissa drink that much. Maybe she had met her match, as Clarissa was stubborn.

With all that was happening, from Sam and Amelia somewhat loving on each other, to Clarissa taking a few glasses of alcohol, Jay couldn’t help but just stay silent and watch everyone enjoy themselves. His lack of words — his silence — was no doubt alarming the rest of the gang. If not all of them, then for sure Clarissa; though, perhaps since she was taking in glass after glass, maybe Clarissa wasn’t paying that much attention to what Jay was doing, or rather, not doing.

Lightly tapping his foot to see how it was, Jay did feel some slight pain, but being off of it seemed to have dulled the pain a bit. Feeling confident that he would be able to get on it, Jay just did that. Though he sort of staggered as he attempted to get in a vertical position, Jay was up and on his two feet. Without saying anything to Amelia, Sam, or even Clarissa, Jay went outside. He opened the door and closed it behind him.

A grin adorned Sammy's face as the girls got things going - with a ruffle of the hair and teasing out a smile from Clarissa, Amelia had truly switched the mood around in a matter of seconds. As she took out several bottles of whiskey, rum, and vodka (Which he was making sure Clarissa would be staying away from; after the dreaded Ares Lake party of 2012.), Sammy let a low chuckle, pouring out a double of rum for himself. Ah, dark rum... the most piratey of pirate drinks.

"Drink up me hearties, yo ho! Sammy chuckled before swallowing the liquor in one go. Although he was usually one to savour a fine rum, he felt that he deserved something to take the edge off. As he poured his second one, he paused as Jay stood up. He, Clarissa and Amelia watched as Jay left the room, and went outside in silence, a curiously stony look upon his face.

"What in the name of Asphodel is wrong with him now? Sammy thought to himself with a roll of his eyes. Glancing at Clarissa, Sammy poured another drink of rum out and headed towards the door.

"Don't worry about it Clarissa - he's probably just prepping himself for your skinny-dipping later. Obviously seeing you all riled up got him excited. Sammy said with a laugh, glancing between Clarissa and Amelia. "Put some music on - I want this place sounding like a rock concert when we come back in." He added in a jovial tone before shutting the door behind him. Looking out across the front of the cabin, he saw a silhouette of Jay standing in front of the lake. The sun had completely set at this point, and starlight danced across the sky.

Had he been in a better mood, Sam would have taken in the constellations and the bright moon. Instead, he took a sip of his own drink, then began walking towards Jay.
It seemed with each step, his headache got worse.

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

<Snipped quote by MiddleEarthRoze>

Sticks and stones may break my bones,
But the words of a slovenly half-breed will fall on deaf ears.

@Chrononaut

Good job Roze knows how to use those sticks to hurt people then - what a wonderful thing a well-placed arrow is.

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

Oh, Roze is going to just love this new chick.
I'm already thinking up insults for her now...

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If Aphrodite is Blake Lively, Ares should totally be Ryan Reynolds! :D

Supernatural: Wayward Hunters and a Shitload of broken Seals

No stinkiness or death you guys. Going to chase up angel Vicky, if she hasn't posted by tonight I'm going to just do a monster post to get my character to the place and shit can then begin.