The Darkness Rises V.2 (A Supernatural Role Play~Open)

[AgentWashingtub]

(ah yes, forgot I changed Kati's appearance... she actually has black hair now XD)

[WitchHazel]

(Oh, alright. I'll change my post then XD)

[Lucifer's Vessel]

Lessiana
The nephalem seriously considers antagonizing the angel more but decides against being outright cruel. There were demons she could take her aggression out on later. Instead she grabs a spatula from one of the drawers and transfers the cinnamon rolls to a plate she summoms. She walks over to the table and sets the plate in front of the angel. "you should try them. I snagged the recipe off a world renowned pastry chef a couple years back. I still haven't perfected the recipe but they're really good." She nudged the plate a little closer to the angel, putting her elbows on the table on head on her hands.

Arbor
Arbor keeps her distance, wondering how the woman will react to the physical damage done by the werewolf. Not that she knows what killed the man. At least that's what her story will be until a later point. "Should I call the cops for you?" She asks, voice still giving away her nausea at the sight of the human body. "I mean." She clears her throat. "It might be a bad idea. News being alerted could draw in hunters, which I don't want, but you've got some sort of professional obligation don't you?"

[AgentWashingtub]

Avala eyed the cinnamon rolls for a second before taking one. "Thanks," she said, taking a bite and smiling. "They're very good." She laughed a little again at something on the screen, having continued to watch throughout the conversation.

[Lucifer's Vessel]

Lessiana
The nephalem can't help the proud smile that crosses her face as she settles into a chair. "Happy to hear that. It's been a long time since I cooked for anyone." She says absently as she grabs her own cinnamon roll. "Damn." She mutters absently. "I messed the cinnamon ratio up." Shaking her head she leans back, shoving the rest of the pastry in her mouth and crossing her legs. "I'm going to do something I never would with anyone else. I'm​ going to tell you that the second I showed up here I put warding on your grace so that you can't be tracked by anyone short of myself, God and Amara. It's more of an instinct than anything. I'm telling you, because if I don't and you realize it's there at a later point it's going to look bad on me. Which I'm trying to avoid."

[Supernatural_]

|| Dean Winchester || Tags; Lessiana, Avala ||

Dean decided that he wouldn't even try to get in on this conversation; girls fight like cats, and he didn't want to get scratched. But at the sound of cinnamon rolls, the male grinned slightly. Don't mind if I do, Dean thought as he grabbed one and sat beside the two. "It tastes like delectable heaven," the male purred to Lessiana as he took a bite. Setting it down and wiping his hands from the crumbs and icing, he then said with a raised brow, "Putting wards on strangers is downright creepy than a genuine favour."

[AgentWashingtub]

Avala was a little bit taken aback. "Why?" she asked, taking another bite. "I thought you didn't like angels, why would you ward me?"

[Lucifer's Vessel]

Lessiana
The nephalem grins at the hunter before returning her attention to the angel. "I could lie and say it's out of the goodness of my heart, but I won't. It's instinct because everytime I have encountered an angel in the last​thousand years I've warded them then kidnapped them. Obviously in this situation it's beneficial to you, but for other situations it's not." She pauses. "I can't explain this without seeming like a bad person. Which I generally am not. But this is different. I can remove it if you want." She grabs another of the cinnamon rolls and bites into it.

[Supernatural_]

|| Octavian Moore || Tags; Maria Walker ||

Octavian resisted the urge to let out an annoyed sigh. This girl seriously wanted to ask how things were doing in the bar? Really? Blowing a lock of brown hair from her face, Octavian said with hidden agitation: "I can find my own way around, thank you very much." Then she considered that this girl might be trying to be kind, considering that she was only visiting a small town that not many residents seemed to populate. "I'm sorry, I'm being rude. I--uh--I'm just not used to kind town-folk." She only dealt with messed up parents and monsters, and seeing this girl with different personality? It was strange.

|| Dean Winchester || Tags; Lessiana, Avala ||

Dean matched her grin, but didn't say anything. Sitting there, he listened intently to their conversation, his brows furrowing. He wasn't at all surprised to hear that she warded every angel she encountered; who wouldn't? If he had the powers to do that, he'd ward the crap out of demons!

[AgentWashingtub]

Avala shrugged. "It's fine, I guess. Although it is kind of disturbing, knowing what you used it for in the past." At least there hadn't been many angels on Earth until the Apocalypse, so until the past few years she wouldn't have used it on very many...

(Supernatural, can you please post for Atria? Liliana and Kati are waiting )