Oғ ᴛʜᴇ Uɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ (SuperNatural Roleplay || Moved V2!)

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{ Awh ;n; }

Dean

He felt very slight relief at the pain subsiding a little. He knew the archangel could do much more to him, and yet he still persisted on being stubborn. "Oh, yeah, I remember," he sneered. "You kinda got in the way, though." Dean felt his anger rising inside of him and embraced it, welcoming the feeling that the Mark gave him. Pain is what caused this, mostly. As well as the thought of Castiel dying because of Michaels grudge. These thoughts swirled around in Deans chaotic mind as he stood up, regaining his balance.

[galethog.]

{{ our teacher made us balance our pencils on our noses and, due to my amazing abilities to balance things on my nose, i had it there the longest

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heaven's viceroy

gender; male
species; archangel
tagged; Dean

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xxxxxThe archangel stood as the Winchester did, folding his hands behind his back and taking a half-step away, not out of cowardice but more of allowing himself room. "Yes, that was a bit of a shame. But at least we brought your brother with us. Or rather, brothers. Adam's quite the screamer, you know." Aiming to draw aggravation out of Dean, he added a small shrug to his last statement, as though it were an insignificant nothing that was simply added on from thought.

[.wren.]

Dean

He didn't get angry as much over Adam as he did Sammy, but he was still enraged. His fury rose like smoke from a chimney as he slipped the Molotov behind him and lit it on fire. "Cas was so right," he smirked, fierce venom dripping from his words. "You are an assbutt." It was at this point that Dean knew there was no turning back; he had to finish what he had started.
Throwing the Molotov at the archangel, he took several steps back, not wanting to be anywhere near what was going to happen next.

{ Nice! xD

Ono Imscared }

[catvalleys]

Kacie didn't know what to do, so she stood farther and she was rather frightened. Jared, on the other hand (or paw), was yowling as loud as his voice allowed him. The loud ripple of sound echoed through everyones ears, the annoyance hardly bearable. Again and again the screetch echoed through sky and ground, louder and louder each time. Jared's ears were back, his teeth bared and he looked as frightened as Kacie felt.

[BloodyGumdrop]

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Jasmine Winchester
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Tagged:Callot

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Callot, what an odd and cool name. Jasmine shrugged. " I never knew my dad, until today. We accidentally ran into each other and found out he was really my father. I asked if he wanted to keep in touch. Surprise, surprise he said no." She dropped her hands to her sides and frowned. "So, I'm setting up base here. I have no clue where he drove off too. I don't really care ether." That's one big fat lie. Jamie did care, and what hurt the most was that he drove off with that girl. He rejected her, his own daughter, and brought along a different child with him. She gritted her teeth in anger. "Stupid scum bag, I don't see what my mom saw in him."

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[yeet.]

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Castiel, Clary

Seeing Castiel's agony, a light smirk crossed the celestial being's lips. Alongside this, Lucifer then moved closer to the angel, pushing the blade in as far as the hilt and even a little further, twisting it as much as he could possibly do. Granted, a click of his fingers would end Castiel, but Lucifer wanted to make the most of this, and perhaps he was going to take long enough that one of the Winchesters showed up, he would love for it to be Sam, but if Dean showed up during this, oh wow, it would be brilliant to see the reaction.
After a long while, Lucifer yanked the blade from the angel's arm and then lunged forward towards his other arm this may even aid Satan in perhaps disarming Castiel, rendering him defenceless against the archangel.

[starry palms]

Ｃａｌｌｏｔ Ｃｈａｖａｌｅｒｉｏ

"Sounds like you do care, sweetheart," he frowned, his eyebrow raising slightly. The vampire bit the inside of his cheek slowly, narrowing his eyes onto the car park and the awful motel rooms. "Parents. Not my area, really," Callot chuckled, his hands being shoved into his pockets, focusing on his fingers stroking his cell phone (which he had stole from another motel room about three months previous). "Neither are couples. Love. Attachments, really. Attatchments are stupid." This conversation wasn't really going anywhere, Callot could tell, and he was making it awkward for himself.

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Jasmine Winchester
17
Tagged:Callot

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Jamie blinked and looked Callot over. A puzzled expression filtered through her face. "Really?" She asked. "Not trying to sound creepy, but I'm surprised girls don't stalk you home. Typically guys with your looks already have a pretty solid relationship with their girlfriend." She blushes lightly and looked down to the cement. 'Great job Jasmine. You totally failed at not being creepy. Man, you are just saying all the wrong things today.' She thought.

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Ｃａｌｌｏｔ Ｃｈａｖａｌｅｒｉｏ

Callot's mouth twitched into a wide grin, and he looked down at the girl, slightly amused. "Ah yes, my good looks certainly tdo many things for me," he laughed, rubbing the back of his neck, still grinning cockily. "But, as I said, attachments aren't my thing. I think I've only had two boyfriends and three girlfriends, and the five of them only lasted a few days." The vampire's train of thought slowed and he began thinking about his romance life a bit more. "Plus," he drawled. "I'm not a typical guy." This really meant, 'I'm not a typical guy, I am a vampire,' but that sounded far too Twilight-y to say.

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Sᴘᴇᴄɪᴇs : Angel
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Male
Tᴀɢɢᴇᴅ: Open
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His teeth grit as he twisted his body the slightest bit, shoulder moving his arm out of reach and avoiding the blade aiming to nearly imobalize him. But in that action, the feeling of the blade tearing out of his arm, he nearly crippled to the ground, back slamming on the glistening concrete and his breaths coming out in pants, blood oozing into the growing puddle beneath him. His head ached, throbbing in a painstakingly drawn out manner. As soon as he realized his situation, his heart hammered inside his chest as he occupied his only available arm with dragging his forearm, pulling himself away, yet only gaining the concrete to dig into his skin. He was nearly blinded by the sheets of rain leaving him to blink at a constant rate. He only viewed the silhouette of Lucifer standing over the agonized Angel.