forum Another Supernatural Shipping RP? (Closed)

Started September 08, 2018 by @_sleeby_rat_

tune

(aight, cool. I personally want the neon city, but that's up to Nessie lol)

(yess. I saw that and immediately wanted it too lmao)

(alright, cool lol)

Vos squinted at the screen for a long moment. Each option seemed rather pleasant. He went to select the forested ruins for a moment before changing his mind. The neon city seemed like it would be more similar to something he would enjoy. He clicked the box showing the neon city and was alarmed when suddenly his vision went black

Mary-Ann began to panic as the pop-up offered further options. She continued to click randomly on the screen and ended up first clicking the option of a large treehouse cabin in the mountains. She felt her vision fail and her body go limp as soon as she confirmed her random choice.

Bas groaned and slipped his cigarette between his lips as he looked towards his phone once again, raising a brow as he read the message carefully. Choose your destination? He frowned in thought, picking his cellphone and reading each of the locations. It didn't ask for information once again. After reading over the locations and studying the pictures, he slowly clicked on the neon city tab. A few moments later, he felt his vision darken and he fell back against his seat, eyes falling closed as well.

Ophelia was trying to press th exit button for awhile now, so she just gave up and pressed 'Accept'. "This better not be a scam…" She looked at the cabin tree house option and rolled her eyes pressing it carelessly. When she chose her destination her vision suddenly went dark.

Vos groaned as he sat up, his eyes squinted as he rubbed at his head. He felt hungover almost, which he found strange. He hadn't drank anything in a day at least. He rubbed at his eyes, scowling as he looked around. To his surprise, he found himself not in his apartment, but in what appeared to be a dark, five-star hotel room. It was oddly dark, save for the neon pinks and blues filtering in through the window. And when he went to slide out of the bed, he found himself sitting next to a body

Bas made a small noise as he pushed himself up, squinting in the darkness of the room. He felt a throbbing pain in his head at the small movement, thinking that he had drunk something the night before and fallen asleep. Though the longer he looked around, he realized that the room was too nice to be his own, with a comfortable bed and an organized nightstand to his right. "Where…" Bas started, cutting himself off when he noticed the figure to his left.

(Shit I'm here now)
Calixto didn't know what to make of the situation. He had accidentally clicked on an ad for a vacation in the forest. It usually was a fake just to get you to enter your information in for creepy companies to sell it or some random crap like that. The text he had been sent hadn't even asked for it though. He had assumed it meant that the sender already had his information somehow…? Did they know what he was? Forgetting his worries for a moment, he looked around the area surrounding him.
He was already in the forest. With none of his belongings.
He groaned as he leaned against a tall tree. How would he even get home…?

"Oh good, you're as confused as I am," Vos drawled. He slid out of the bed before stretching, his fingers twitching as he realized he was missing his trenchcoat. Wonderful. He looked down at the figure in the bed before turning to look out the window

"Do I…am I supposed to know you?" Bas asked after a few moments, pressing two fingers to his forehead as he pushed himself off of the bed. Had he been drinking last night? He studied the other as they stretched, not recognizing them at all, though he noticed their difference in dressing style right away. While the other seemed to be wearing black slacks and a button up, Bas was in dark, distressed jeans and a sweater. Great first impression, Bas.

"If my reputation precedes me, yes. If it doesn't, then no," Vos answered, giving him a look before returning to gazing out the window. The whole city was dark, with the exception of neon pink and blue lights all over. It seemed to be the only illumination in the whole city. Odd

Bas scowled, already disliking the way that Vos seemed to speak so calmly and clipped off, as if telling him that he was already asking the wrong question. It made him feel oddly younger and a bit stupid. After a few moments of sulking, he walked towards the window as well, studying the scene outside. It already reminded him of somewhere he had seen before, though instead, he ignored the feeling and searched his pocket's for a cigarette pack that he didn't find after a few minutes.

Vos's grey-violet eyes flicked over to the cigarette between Bas' fingers. "For an immortal, you have bad taste," he said, his tone cold and seemingly degrading. "At least invest in a decent cigar. Humans were the ones that invented those thin little sticks, so they should be used by humans."

Mary-Ann woke up on a very soft bed. Soft beams of sunlight seeped through the open windows, blinding her momentarily as she readjusted herself to having light. All she could see or smell at that moment was nature and nice furniture. She rubbed her eyes as she sat up, finally able to see if she squinted. At first it seemed like she was in a normal large log cabin, however the tree trunks sticking through the middle of the room gave away that this cabin was anything but normal.
"Where am I?" she whispered to herself as she swung her legs over the side of the fluffy bed to get up and walk around the room.

Bas scowled, looking down at his cigarette before he glanced back up at Vos, his blind and seeing eye studying them intently. His eye color didn't seem too odd from afar, one a greyish tone and the other hazel. "Let me smoke whatever I want. I just met you, so you have no right to tell me what I can or cannot do," he snapped, crossing his arms over his chest, though he was a lot shorter than Vos, so it didn't seem very menacing.

"You sound like a wilting fern," Vos jeered, a smile quirking at the corner of his lip as he spoke. He thought it was rather funny to watch this stranger try and be menacing. It was like a puppy trying to yell at a dragon. Though he would admit, they were probably bound to clash. Hell, even their color pallets contrasted

"Shut up. You're the one that looks like an off-brand vampire," Bas snapped, frowning as he looked up towards Vos and noticed a small smile at the corner of their lip. He walked past them with a confused look, slipping his cigarette between his lips as he peered out towards the city. He tried to pinpoint where he had seen it last, though, even remembering yesterday proved to be hard.

Vos made an offended-sounding noise at Bas' words. "Off brand vampire, my sculpted ass," he muttered under his breath. Annoyed, he went and sat on the edge of the bed before materializing a pipe in a small flash of violet electricity. He was still annoyed that he didn't have his trenchcoat, but he would survive for now. He lit the pipe, taking a slow drag from it as he looked around the room

(Shit I'm here now)
Calixto didn't know what to make of the situation. He had accidentally clicked on an ad for a vacation in the forest. It usually was a fake just to get you to enter your information in for creepy companies to sell it or some random crap like that. The text he had been sent hadn't even asked for it though. He had assumed it meant that the sender already had his information somehow…? Did they know what he was? Forgetting his worries for a moment, he looked around the area surrounding him.
He was already in the forest. With none of his belongings.
He groaned as he leaned against a tall tree. How would he even get home…?

(Normally graceful Orion is gonna be a clumsy bean)

Wanting to get away from his current situation, Orion had clicked "Accept" on the vacation add. Not planning for this to be the result. At first he had been confused, but it quickly became rather apparent that he was both in a forest and on top of something. Scratch that, someone.

Cal had made a sudden "oof" noise at the sudden appearance of someone on top of him. Being a bit irritated, his tone came out more poison filled than it needed to be.
"Mind getting off, please?"
(AAAAA yes clumsy bean Ori)

Vos made an offended-sounding noise at Bas' words. "Off brand vampire, my sculpted ass," he muttered under his breath. Annoyed, he went and sat on the edge of the bed before materializing a pipe in a small flash of violet electricity. He was still annoyed that he didn't have his trenchcoat, but he would survive for now. He lit the pipe, taking a slow drag from it as he looked around the room

A small smile tilted the corner's of Bas' lips up, satisfied that he had offended Vos. Already two minutes in, and they were both insulting one another. And they didn't even know each other's names. After a few moments, he finally decided to speak up over the silence in the room. "So, we might of started off on the wrong foot," he started, blowing out a puff of smoke as he glanced towards Vos. "But, I'm Bas."

“Vos,” the demon king introduced himself as, his answer short and clipped. He took another drag of his pipe, the smoke trailing slowly from scarred lips. Like this the neon light filtering in through the window struck him almost perfectly, illuminating him and highlighting his attractive features