Supernatural: Acolytes of Azazel.

"Join me?! Of course I mind!" She frowned at him, "Is that all you think about?" Luce laughed softly to herself as she watched the green trees flash by, "We should head back to Griffin's to let the others know the wounded are okay now. I'm sure they're worried like the sympathetic children they are." She knew she shouldn't let her resentment of the others' companionship show but she was getting tired of them being buddy buddy around her.

 

Luce yawned again, she shouldn't have started getting up so early this week. Her dreams had gotten the better of her lately. "What makes you think a couple of cute words would get you in my bed? I'm not easy, like some of the s|uts you've had in yours." She was feeling snippy again, "Just remember Scott, I run the bar more often than most of the others. It's what I do and the bartender has the right to refuse service to anyone, including you." Not catching his almost more said, she examined her broken nails. They never were perfect but when she got home, she'd start to paint them again. It was a random thought, but Luce had never been one for girlly things. "Scott....what kind of man are you really? You always seem to change from one thing to the next and I can't define you like others."

 

She blinked and followed him out of the jeep, Did he just...what? There's no way a guy like him wouldn't have several girls in his bed. Luce shook her head and stretched, reaching above her head, "Keep guessing huh? You may not think you're very complex because you know you. You pretend to be the hero in every situation, but guys like that are always hiding something dark in their closet." Yawning, she shoved his shoulder and leaned on him, "I don't suppose you'd carry me, would you?"

 

Even walking yards away from Adam, she could tell he needed a shower. "You really do. You smell awful." Crinkling up her nose as well, she allowed a small laugh to follow after, allowing the fact that she was just joking to shine through. Quite honestly, she probably smelled just as worse as him. As they reached the cabin, Tatum opened the door and immediately sat down on a small wooden chair. Her legs were killing her, and all she felt like doing at the moment was taking a nice, long bubble bath, and then curling up in her bed and falling asleep for a long, long time.

 

Luce felt her face warm as he picked her up, "Whoa, I uh..." She couldn't form a coherent sentence for a few minutes, "I'm sorry, I didn't realize I was supposed to weigh a thousand pounds." suppressing a giggle, she realized she was not herself. Probably lack of demon blood, yeah, that was it. Her odd mood was the under nourishment. "Ah, I'm not a terribly complicated person...y'know once you pass through what I'm sure the others call 'layer of b*tch'." Relaxing from the warmth he emitted, Luce let her body relax and lay limp in his arms. "This is the life."

 

Luce frowned at him and stiffened slightly, "A timid...person...nah, just a little girl. But I wouldn't know, I've never stripped them all away." Touching her fingers to his forehead, she shook her head, "I'll bet that hurt." She stared up at the sky, "I'm never bashful, I'm just malnourished. What I need is a good long nap and some blood." Her mind rattled on even as she closed her eyes and patted his cheek, "You're good at being patient." 'If there ever was a time I wish I could shut up, it's now. What's wrong with me? Letting him carry me like this...I'm never going to hear the end of this. Especially when the others open their big mouths to Lenny. Crap~.'

 

"Need a...hand?" Adam's voice asked as he reached the cabin. Tatum and Klaire were only a few feet behind him. Trying not to laugh at the sight of Scott giving Luce a ride and knocking with his head, Adam walked up to the door and simply opened it. "You're not very handy, are you, Hercules? At least you're good at using your head," Adam chuckled at his own joke when he walked.

"There you are!" Ranger Griffin rushed to the Acolytes, only to notice their condition. They were dirty, covered in bruises and cuts, their clothes were torn, there was a bit of dry blood on them, and Adam was covered in what looked like blood but was darker and smelled. "Are...I mean, did you...?"

"You owe me a shower, man," Adam said as he pointed to his face. "And yeah, we did. I told you, didn't I? We're hunters. And we're damn good at it, sir."

"What are you-"

"We killed your monster. It was a Wen-, well you probably don't know what that is," Adam shrugged and pulled off his shirt, revealing his bare chest. "Long story short: We found the monster, found its little rabbit hole, killed it, found your victims, got them to the hospital, and now you're repaying me with hot water so where the HELL is your bathroom?"

Griffin wasn't sure how to answer. He simply stuttered and pointed to one of the doors behind the counter. As Adam walked through the door, he looked at everyone else. "What..what happened?Is everyone okay?"

 

Luce laughed softly and ruffled his hair, "A nap sounds good....but what sounds really good is a dirty martini." She watched Adam walk away toward what she suspected was the only shower, "Damn, and he's gonna use up all the hot water." Her silver hair fell over her face as she let her head drop to the side. "Who wants to find me a drink? And then make a call to Lenny, cause I think we're all in need of something he has." Her cuts stung and her body ached, to finally be warm again and off her feet, even though she was probably a burden to Scott, Luce sighed.

 

-Going out on a limb here from our minor plot discussion, Carter, so tell me if you don't like where I'm going with my plotline idea. I'm happy to change it.-

Oh, the things one would do for companionship. Nearly insane, yes? The visit with Jethero was still prominent in this ancient demon's mind as he confidently walked, wind blowing against his form gently. He appeared quite normal in his button-up shirt and jeans, though the demon's heart was beating a little faster than normal in anticipation of the ballsy move he was planning. The being had long been following the two that called themselves hunters of his kind, and watched as they'd entered a building. A cabin of sorts; okay, this was good enough. He supposed he could make it work. The demon remained hidden until they were all firmly inside then began walking towards the door that the people had entered in. He could sense it in them, that sort of power that normal humans shouldn't have. Perhaps Jethero was right, the old bean; he needed some more companions. Being the best friend of a 90 year old demon hunter wasn't the most exciting thing in the world, so he was searching for some...fresh meat, he supposed to perhaps offer his...rather unorthodox services to. With the cool, collected courage that so many demons just seemed to...have, he walked up to the wooden door and stood in front of it, his tall form probably felt by the Acolytes within the building. He knew they could sense demons, especially the more powerful ones-that was what he was, for sure, and his rather curious eyes blinked lazily as he raised one of his fists, rapping six times on the door and letting his hand drop to his side, palms open and facing towards the door. In his mind he mildly began to hope that he wasn't causing premonitions or people weren't getting their weapons. He much liked the feelings of surprise that seemed to go along with his offers-Jethero's had been priceless, back in the day, when he discovered the demon that he was attempting to hunt wanted to, instead of kill him back, become a partner, a sort of mentor, per se.

 

OOC: Pride, that's fine, but post your profile so everybody also knows your character xD
BIC:

Before Griffin could ask about the details of the mission, Adam burst out from the door, topless and with his shirt over his shoulder. He dropped his shirt and a sploosh Cock. The sound of his shotgun cocking brought it to everyone's attention. He had it securely in one hand and his Demon-killing knife in the other hand. "Get in the back, NOW," he told Griffin as he walked past Scott. Griffin was clearly confused, but Adam's tone and his obvious anxiety told Griffin he should follow orders. "Get your weapons. Something's here. And it ain't human," Adam said, just as several knocks hit the door. Standing several feet from the door, Adam placed his shotgun on his wrist, while that wrist's hand held his knife. He concentrated, hoping the others had their weapons ready, and moved his fingers. The door flew open and standing there was a normal-looking man. But Adam knew he wasn't normal. The man stunk, but only in Adam's mind. "What the hell are you?" sound came from it. Some steam was visible, clearly showing that he had soaked the shirt in hot water. His face was dripping wet, but the majority of the Wendigo's blood was gone.

 

Luce blinked from her oddly dazed state at the smell and the sound of someone at the door. Adam had scared the ever living out of her, but that smell. Plastering a cold smile on her face she leaned against Adam in the doorway, staring at the odd newcomer, "Well, well, well, looky here. Adam, put that thing down, I'm sure our unarmed guest means no harm." Her gray eyes barely moved from the new man. Biting her lip, she didn't need her senses to tell her a demon had landed on their doorstep. Her hand still hovered on her pistol strapped to her right thigh, though they were trained in hand to hand combat, safer with Griffin around than firing off a couple of shots.

 

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Profile~
Username: Of Pride And Other Things
Name: Samael.
Species: Werewolf Demon
Powers: Barrier (creates a magical barrier, physical and magical), Werewolf Transform(turns into an incredibly powerful demonic werewolf, in which all of his senses and abilities are exponentially raised), Massive Stregnth/Speed, Demonic Mind control, and Absorbtion(he can take the power from hunters and demons if they're deceased).
Background: An evil being in life, the werewolf was from a time that many demons have simply labeled 'before'. He is ancient and rightly so. He worshipped the evil in life and committed evil deeds-when he was sent to hell, they were astounded by the male's extent of...evil. He, through methods he doesn't necessarily understand, was converted to the status of a demon and sent to do Lucifer's bidding. He obeyed for centuries, doing whatever he needed to. He grew strong like this, strong through the rewards of hell and the souls of the killed. It was only after he murdered a small girl that he felt a change of heart-as he approached her, parents severed heads in his grasp, she stared at him, telling him she wasn't afraid because she was going to heaven. He killed her in anger, though the statement bothered him. The next mission he took he abandoned, killing the demons that chased him and absorbing their power. He laid low for a while, hiding the best he could from Lucifer, who had better things to do then search for a rogue demon that would eventually get killed by hunters. Sam befriended one, though, one named Jethero. The man was young at the time, barely an adult, and now he is close to death, his hair fallen out and his teeth gone, skin wrinkled with age. It frequently bothers Sam that he can't help the man, though he knows the holy individual will go to heaven. Sam is searching for another compainionn, though almost no one trusts him-the demon, however, is intensely religious, even attending churches on days when the burning doesn't hurt too much. He's become good friends with Lenny and is sort of a secret.
Personality: What a strange individual. Despite his fearful powers and appearance, he really is kind to those that approach him kindly. He is not naturally aggressive or cruel-he'll give money or the shirt of his back to those that need it.
Appearance: http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h9...Anime/cell.gif
http://i124.photobucket.com/albums/p...BlackDemon.jpg (werewolf form)
Other: He uses a massive scythe to fight-it's been enchanted with years of magic and is quite the deadly weapon-it can kill those that aren't experienced and try to use it.

".... Is this a bad time?" The demon muttered sarcastically as the door slammed open, a man looking at him with a shotgun and a demon knife. "Come now. If I wanted to, as this lady so aptly noted, I could have knocked on the door then shot you all before you had a chance to react, sir. Put the gun down before you hurt yourself-I'm coming in now, and I'm sure Lenny wouldn't appreciate you shooting me." He said, giving enough information to probably disarm them for now. The demon stepped inside, his presence filling the room like a sudden burst. "Come now. Is this really the way to treat an old friend of Lenny's? I've decided, after all, to pay you all a visit. Please, don't think I'll be offended. Go ahead and call him up, he'll probably start laughing when you tell him who showed up. Make sure you include this little bit in your frenzied description, as well." The demon murmured, his hand moving to his neck and pulling up a...cross? That couldn't be right. Oh, but it was. This was a very powerful demon, by the looks of it. "I'm here to help, as Lenny will explain. A sort of...tutor, if you will! I do believe having a millenia old demon should prove to be quite the asset, yes? Here, I have another resource." The man said, smiling in earnest as he walked onfidently to a small table in the area, taking a seat on it. "You can talk to the last man I partnered with on the phone, as well. Don't think you've heard of him, a Mr. Jethero Rembrandt?" He said, giving a smile that showed a pair of thick, elongated fangs on both his top and bottom incisors. "Call Lenny, please. The suspense is just killing me."

 

ooc: I don't know if it's just me, but I can't see the appearance pics. :c

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As Adam left for the shower and the two others scrambled in (least to say, she was kind of surprised at the sight she saw when that door had opened), Tatum had took it upon herself to find a source of food. Locating a small refrigerator she opened it up and saw very few items. Most of the food in there was containers of leftovers and the rest were just packs of fruit juice. Shrugging her shoulders, she grabbed a juice pack and closed the door. As she turned around, her eyes locked on a bag of unopened Cheetos. Just as she was about to take the bag, she heard Adam barge back into the room, telling orders. Before she even knew what was happening, the door swung open and in strode a man. She took in everything he said, but something inside her just didn't believe him, even if he was telling the truth. "Why would Lenny want a demon to tutor us?" she asked as she took the straw off the juice pack and poked it into the hole, taking a long sip of the drink.

 

Adam's eyes narrowed as the barrel of his gun followed the stranger. "A demon? Tutor us? Lenny's not that much of a drunk," he told the stranger, noticing the fangs. Demons can read minds, can't they? He asked himself. He was sure they could, but it wasn't a technique he's seen often so he wasn't sure. Cursing under his breath, he called out to Tatum, "Call Lenny."
While he waited for her to dial, he never moved his eyes from the demon. "Who and what are you? You're not a regular demon," he spoke his mind. Adam had received a minor premonition in the bathroom of the man approaching the cabin, but it wasn't that that bothered him. He couldn't sense the supernatural, like Lenny, but the man just seemed to stink. Not actually stink, Adam's nose was unaffected. But he could mentally smell something off the man.