(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]

[ the men of today were nothing like the men of the 1950s. everything had to be a rush. nothing could sit and marinate, have time to collect all of the flavour. it had to be here and now, with little to no time spent trying to make it the best dish served cold. for a moment, abaddon doesn't look impressed, her face simply pinched, but a slow smirk forms on her lips. ]

I'll give you closure. If you give me one thing.

[ the one thing about the men of today was that they were smarter than those of the 1950s. hopefully dean doesn't need it spelled out for him. she wants what's in his trunk — and she's not talking about his literally. ]

[mulletrock]

Yeah, what's that?

[Dean already knows but he's baiting the hook. As much as he'd feel bad turning over Crowley, this was Sam on the line. Sam always overthrew decisions based on conscience.]

[handpick]

[ abaddon's a big fish in a sea of dumb, little fish. let them take the bait. he doesn't have to say in so many words his answer; dean responds in his own, messy way. at least they have an understanding, despite it not being spoken aloud. ]

Let me make checkmate. You're the piece standing in my way of capturing the king. [ and the word twists in her mouth, making the word and its status drop to that of a plebeian or pawn. crowley as king? it makes her laugh in the most mirthless of ways. abaddon demonstrates a lot of strength to simply not follow the statement with a roll of her eyes. ]

[ and if he doesn't do as she asks, she'll simply take him down with said "king" — his brother, the pawn, first. then his bishop. ]

[mulletrock]

[Dean's reluctant for a few seconds because he knows this is wrong. He knows they could still use Crowley and there's no way for him to control Abaddon. She's a loose canon. He shifts, tightening his hand into a fist.]

You got it. You can take him but first meet my end of the requirement.

[Being with Sam in a world overrun with demons was a lot better than being without while heaven and hell duked it out.]

[handpick]

[ winchesters. stubborn through and through. no wonder hell had them as number one on their speed dial. ] If you two come after me, I'll bury him deeper within the flames than you or your little angel will ever be able to reach.

[ there's no doubt that they won't come after her. she's the big bad, after all. she wants to rip earth a new one while burning each and every last living thing on it alive. but she'll do as dean asks, as it gives her the salesman, and, after all, she may see that showing a little softer side might win herself some favours from these boys. ]

[mulletrock]

Don't worry. I'm not about to renege on the deal.

[He'd do anything to keep Sam safe, including making a deal with someone that might as well be the devil. Since she was hell bent on watching the world burn.]