The Darkness Rises RP (Supernatural)(Open)

[Supernatural_]

Dean- tags: Castiel

'So, about the cases and Amara?" Dean got back to the main point. He needed to hunt down Amara, or at least take down some demons or werewolves. He continued to look into Cas's eyes, but that awkwardness got greater by the minute.

[Supernatural_]

The Darkness/Amara- Tags: Open

She let out a triumphant laugh as the children and adults screamed in terror as the darkness consumed them. Amara watched with wonder as her darkness suffocated them until there were no more screams or cries. Just emptiness and darkness. She sat back on the bench, not caring that the scared little demon teleported away. She looked at the dead bodies as the darkness drifted away. Lifeless. Nothingness. She smiled.

[celestiialpup]

C A S T I E L

Cas nodded, remembering the articles. "So, one of the articles that I had discovered had evidence of werewolves. A man and a woman were both attacked, hearts ripped out. It was claimed to be a bear attack." He explains before moving on to the Amara article. "The second was focusing on the fact that there were multiple deaths at a park. It was caused by black dark smoke, a witness claimed. Cause of death was suffocation for each victim." After he finished speaking, he licked his lips to wet them.

[Supernatural_]

Dean- Tags: Castiel

"Damn…" He breathed, his eyes wide. "Where should we start first?" Amara's case was much greater and put more lives at risk.
"Where was Amara's attack?" He asked. He narrowed his eyes at Cas's lips, watching him lick them. He held his awkward laugh.

[celestiialpup]

C A S T I E L

"At (insert place)." Cas confirms, gaze flickering over Dean's face before they return back to his eyes. He knew that Dean was focused on Amara so they would probably head for that case first.

[puppypillar]

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in a haze, vertigo felt what was going on. he felt hands holding him up, dragging him somewhere. he murmured something unrecognizable - even to himself - and struggled weakly. the idea of being taken by someone was scary, since he didn't know if said person intended good or bad. his muscles ached - his head as well - but that was really the only thing he could make out. he remembered the werewolf pack, the bloody hunt, then the alpha attacking him. then running back to his motel room and meeting a girl, but that's were it got blurry. he probably just passed out, unconsciousness was something he could recover from. then, muffled voices filled his ears. he was put onto some sort of fabric - probably a bed, shone from the springy-ness when he was set down. again, he had no idea what was going on when his shoulder stung way more than it had been stinging before. he desperately wanted to be awake, to see what was happening, maybe to help or stop it, whatever was happening. he could wait until his body let him wake, though his impatience disagreed.

{ sorry for repetitive words like happening and but
i like commas }

{ repost
and it seems like everyone is dealing with werewolves }

[celestiialpup]

C O R I

She yawned before answering. "Interesting." She replies as her eyelids grow heavy and she begins to drift off and sleep.

[AgentWashingtub]

((Hey im not gobna b able to b on much, im visiting my great aunt and uncle until the 18th and they have limited and very spotty internet. But ill probly be on at least once a day to say hi altho i cant rp rn, ill try tmrw morning))

[Lucifer's Vessel]

|Nex|
• White-Eyed Demon • Tags: Open

After getting the information she was after she returns to Earth, content to have at least a bit of her power back and also to have learned about all the fun things she'd missed over the years. Her vessel is becoming increasingly comfortable with her which actually surprises Nex, they land in the middle of the US though she doesn't really check to see where. Somewhere in the Midwest. With Amara on the loose it seems practical to her to load up on damned souls for demon conversion so she finds the nearest prison and begins going on a killing spree of the inmates, mostly targeting the already damned ones though occasionally taking out others just for the fun of it. It doesn't take long for the guards to alert the police of a little girl with white eyes killing off prisoners and for the police to leak to the media that it's happening.

|Dol|
• Human(Hunter) • Tags: Liliana and Vertigo

She blinks and looks at the Devil's Trap in confusion, "Why is it broken?" She asks, not really caring that it's broken considering she'd let go her fair share of demons. It was more for conversation than anything as she glances around, looking for something to fix it with. When she spots her target she makes her way over and grabs it before making her way back to the trap and fixing it.[I have absolutely no idea what the trap would be made of so, vagueness!] Once she's finished fixing the trap she edges her way closer to the bed to watch the other hunter help the boy out, prepared to move in and help if need be though she's still not completely sure what she can do to help.

[WitchHazel]

{Whoa sorry dinner lasted a while XD It turned into a character dinner and I had to play the part of a farmer from Kansas who couldn't remember her name for the entire night. Now I can't stop speaking in a southern accent. XD}

•Liliana Swann•
◊ Female ◊ Hunter ◊ 26 ◊ Pansexual ◊ Motel room ◊ Tags: Vertigo and Dol◊

"Let's just say I had an unwanted guest earlier today," Liliana muttered, at loathe to dwell on her run-in with the white-eyed demon. She faltered as she took in the shape and size of the boy's wound; it was eerily similar to the scars across her ribcage. She took a sharp breath - a bad idea; a stab of agony pierced her side as the broken bones pressed against her soft tissue. She gritted her teeth and her eyes flashed, the only visible sign that something was wrong. Fighting through the pain, her attention turned back to the more immediate problem. She began to bandage the deep scratch marks across the boy's shoulder with clean linen, though remained skeptical about their origins. I'll just have to ask the kid when he wakes up, she reckoned. As if on cue, she felt him start to stir.


•Val Arendse•
◊ Female Vessel ◊ Crossroads Demon ◊ College campus ◊ Tags: Avala ◊

There are two of them? Val thought, shifting her weight to her other foot uncomfortably. This is just getting more dangerous by the second. "Maybe that lesser demon captured her?" she suggested. "Though I doubt it; you guys could probably smite it in a snap and measly black-eyes don't usually know any Enochian runes." Grimm stiffened at her side and began to growl, head turned in the opposite direction of Avala. "Either that's your friend, or the messmaker who's been causing all of this trouble," Val said darkly, gesturing in the direction that the hellhound was snarling in.