#armageddon.start

[ofconflictedsoul]

Starter - Open.

Training was always one of Bradyn's hobbies, passions, escapes? He wasn't quite sure what it was but when he found himself getting into his head, he headed to his training. Of course, he was sent on the convergance of supernatural drama in the area again - similar as before. Time and time again he would be ordered to survey the area and who and what was happening there. of course a few times he had dropped off the radar a few time - though that was for a personal connection that kept popping in his life. He finished with the punch bag before hearing a creak from the floorboard and soon he turned to look at the other. "You know sneaking up on people is a good way to get a smack in the chops..." he teased.

[syphonr]

starter for -- open ! setting -- city park, mid-afternoon.

 ❝ oh my gosh, have you tried this ? it’s incredible. best thing i’ve tried all day. ❞ granted, josie’s been saying that about nearly everything she’s eaten today  –  but she really does mean it.  ❝ don’t know what they put in it, must be crack or some kind of magic, but seriously  –  you have to try it. ❞

[jackie-kline]

closed starter: jessica draguar

His limbs succumbed to an inexplicable gravitational dance, an otherworldly force intertwining with the pull of the planet below. Amidst his ethereal ascent from the depths of space, the sonic boom of shattered sound barriers reverberated, echoes of his ever-shifting corporeal fragments weaving in and out of the fabric of material existence.

His purpose was to find Sam and Dean, their distinctive energies beckoning amidst the myriad signatures of earthly life. Yet, the cosmic gears faltered, and like a comet untethered, he found himself propelled aimlessly, drawn towards the coastal shores of the Gulf of Mexico. His powers, still adrift in disarray, refused to yield control, as if mocking his desire for mastery. And to compound his plight, he collided with an invisible barrier, akin to a bullet cleaving through a pane of thick glass, while the piercing crackle of lightning danced where he had just passed.

Before his bewildered consciousness could truly grapple with the enigma that had unfolded mid-air, he was jolted into the stark reality of his landing. A dreamlike haze enveloped him, leaving him uncertain of his precise location, his thoughts swirling in a nebulous fog that hindered any meaningful contemplation.

[queenwitchrowena]

It was such a strange thing, to sleep and to wake up, to trace the familiar path through the rooms that she hadn’t been inside of for so many decades. At least for Rowena it had been decades. Hell operated on it’s own unique time, made to multiply the misery of eternity. Of course, for Rowena, It had been roughly one hundred and ninety years of her own personal hell, unique to only her. Not that she had still been counting. She’d lost the want for that after the first five decades.

She’d come to standing in the middle of the small town of Lebanon, Kansas, alive and breathing. And once she had figured out where she was, she knew immediately where she was headed. A bunker on the outskirts of town, residence of the brothers Winchester, though the town would mostly know them as Campbell.

Upon gaining entry the first thing out of her mouth had been, “Not that I’m not thrilled to see ye boys, but what in Hell did the lot of you do?” Because as far as she was concerned, if it was strangely mysterious happenings and had raised her from the dead, it had their names written all over it.

When her kettle had finished, Rowena brewed herself a cup of tea, fixed a second, and carried them both into the library where she placed them on the table well away from the stack of books piled atop. “Good morning. Anything new?”