forum Supernatural RP Reboot (OPEN - PLEASE JOIN)

Started August 05, 2018 by @PeaceWillWin-FearWillLose

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Cressida turns slowly to look at the newcomers.

"The wave of coats flock over to the bartender.
Al probes their minds. Just the surfaces enough to tell him that they're looking for something that isn't quite normal.
"They're looking for a deity of some sort." He informs his tablemates.

Meun tensed up. "Oh dear," he whispers, his voice barely audible as he shrinks away from the people in coats

The bug-alien listens in. His antenna flatten and fix themselves in his plait.

Cressida gets up and stands between the coat-people and Meun. Her glamour flickers for a fraction of a second, barely enough to notice.

Meun gulped, focusing as he tried to shift his appearance so that he looked a bit more normal. With a bit of effort he managed to at least get his hair to turn a sort of dark blueish-black color

The bug looks just obviously out of this world and doesn’t seem to get the situation.

The bartender talks with them awhile. Some of the men take their seats. After a while the group starts to move in near their counter. A woman comes out to greet them. She pulls out a badge.
"Hello, I'm Hannah Fitzton, CIA." She says.

"Good for you," Cressida mutters under her breath.

“Hi!” The bug says softly, waving.

"I'm afraid the lot of you are going to have to come with us, for questioning. It's not anything harsh really, just following procedure." She explained.
Al knew better.

Cressida smiles. "On whose authority?"

“Why….?” The bug says softly.

"We have orders from HQ back in Virginia, actually."
Al had learned not that long ago, they that was false. He stood up.
"Then what's that seal on the side of your van?" He asked.

Meun bites the inside of his cheek sharply as he does his best to keep away from the woman. Please don't look at me, please don't notice me, he thinks to himself frantically

No one listens so the bug just goes back to playing with a cup.

"It happens to be a salvaged vehicle." The woman said, taking off the sunglasses she had on.
"If you must know, we're looking for an individual we believe to be in this location." She said. One of the guys in coats adjusted his collar, and reached In his coat.

Cressida tenses, ready to fight if needed.

Meun could feel himself tensing up even more as he did his best to keep away from the men

“Don’t you get paid? As the CIA wouldn’t you have money?”

Clarity bestowed itself into Al. The seals, the jackets, the numbers of men.
"Are you sure you wouldn't happen to be 'the Shepherds'?" He asked.
The woman looked shocked, but she remained mostly unfazed.
"So you know about us, eh?" She said. "We aren't like the rumors make us out to be."
"Are you sure about that?" Al said, poising.

Meun bit his lip, struggling to maintain his disguise through his growing panic

"You give us no choice." The woman said.
Al tensed, expecting them to draw guns.
It went dark. Suddenly. Surprisingly.
They'd cut the power.
Al heard the seated men standing up as panic ensued.

Meun yelped as the power went out. As a god of the night, you'd think he wouldn't be phased by it. But due to how panicked he was getting, he ended up falling backwards out of his chair. As soon as he hit the floor his disguise cracked, his starry hair glowing faintly as his tattoos began to glow as well

The bug (attracted to light) looks at him. “Woooa!”

Al knew the locations of the men from their thoughts alone, as well as that they each carried MP5's with suppressors and NVD scopes.
"They can see us!" He said, sending a message of stabbing pain at them telepathically, withdrawing his mind-reading powers from them just before.
They were all stunned momentarily.

"D-Don't look at me!" Meun says frantically, trying to hide his hair with his arms. This didn't exactly help since the tattoos on his arms were glowing as well

Al morphed his hand into a demonic appendage. It was a strangely shaped, two-foot-long baseline limb from just below the elbow while said elbow had a 6-inch spur on it. He jumped in front of the guy with the ink, trying to shield him from the gunfire.

At the sound of gunfire, Meun began to panic. "I-I'm not going back!" he screeched, large tears beginning to stream from his eyes. As they did so his colors began to change, until he looked almost like a sunset or eclipse. He whipped around, his hands turning clawed as he cut a noticeable gash in a soldier's leg

Al probes the nearest soldier's mind, figuring out where he's going to aim, and blocks it with his new bladed arm. He advances, cutting the gun in two, and slashing the opponent with his elbow spur in the side while he passes.