(2013) open rp post

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permanent open rp post

new year, new post.
❧ select one of my characters (or one that you know I play but isn't on the list)
❧ leave a prompt: pictures work best; lyrics, scenarios of your own creation, etc.
❧ reply as many times as you want.
❧ the apocalypse finally happens.

❧ please note that I am extremely backtag friendly and will be backtagging these threads until the cows come home. and I'm always really eager to do things even if this post is found months after it's posted. also lol sometimes i may take a bit to get to them since some characters are harder for me to think up things and require some canon review! sorry for the wait, i'll make you a vegemite sandwich in the interim.

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[handpick]

[ a demon who doesn't put up a fight. a demon who knows her place. abaddon doesn't understand what has happened to them over the decades. when did it all go wrong? when did this chaos intrude upon the nice order of what she remembers existing in the 1950s? demons were meant to follow royalty, not salesmen. they were meant to fight. they were meant to cause chaos. but they were never meant to inflict the two upon their leaders. ]

[ she's trying to recruit. demons have fallen so below sub par that she's beginning to consider turning angels against their own kind. their meatsuits leave one wanting; their choices leave one questioning. it's a nice surprise for her, an echo of meg's that's new, that this one treats her with the respect that she deserves. she had, after all, saved her life, and while abaddon knows her own life is now in her debt, demons never quite show their gratitude in the way that meg does. she picks up the knife and does not immediately assert her power with it. either she's stupid or intelligent — and abaddon knows it's the latter. ]

If you were expecting someone like Crowley, then I'm glad to disappoint.

[ she can't quite help the curve to her lips. it's amusing, if anything. crowley is scum, lower than angels, lower than the winchesters. she does not treat her kind with such little respect unless it is warranted. and she doubts that the lack of respect meg has been served is just that. crowley is like a child who lashes out in temper tantrums. one cannot trust a child to rule hell. ]

[ trust and demons has never gone hand in hand. there was a hierarchy. one simply trusted in that. but that has collapsed since abaddon's time. she's quite determined to rebuild it to a point where it is sturdy and strong and impenetrable from what had caused it to fall apart as if ash. ]

[ her eyes slip to the knife. trust and demons. it's something she needs to thread together here in the short space of time that she has with her current target. ] Feel free to use it on me. It won't do as it's told.

[ not like meg, who does. she stands when not asked. she fights when expected to simply take every hit. she does not escape her meatsuit when it is broken and beaten, but stands tall, respectably. abaddon looks down on meg and sees that this demon-woman, despite her split flesh and bloodied face, is the kind of demon that she wants. hell is for demons who are going to fight with every tooth and nail until the muscle of their meatsuits is the only thing keeping them tied to a physical body. ]