War Is Coming Communications.

I have decided.

I will retrive the tarnished mess of a soul but you will in return use the considerable resources of this place to track down two of my reapers that have...strayed.

You will not involve the Winchesters, the King of Hell, the angel, the Hunters. And you will not tell them what the price was. Not any of them.

If Sam Winchester's soul means enough to those here then do this.

There are ways to kill a reaper. Surely Singer's camps must have taught you something.

[OOC: The task be this. There are two, one in Ontario and one in Selcuk, Turkey. They are trafficking in souls, getting them out of hell and into heaven. Nothing big, just one at a time but its a thing. Death is not okay with this. Lore is here. Go nuts! http://www.supernaturalwiki.com/index.php?title=Reaper

I think I just had a vision or something of... I don't know. I don't know what it means... I think it was Death, maybe? Going to the ones we lost but there was the light and it was kind of pulsing or something. Does...this mean anything at all to anyone else? Because I'm pretty confused. Allison was

[Death]
Was it from you? The...dream? Vision? Whatever it was.

OOC: So basically your mods flipped a lot of coins. A LOT. Well, had people do them for us under misconceptions! We narrowed things down. Random chance happened and we decided because legit there were so many valid offers for this that we would wind up with two names. It got down to four, and the two not chosen will have cool stuff happen soon. We promise. BUT yes. In the end random chance and coerced people with coins chose. The two people will be told what the hell will happen now, cause, yeah. You're gonna have a fun filled day.

There were many, some unsuited, some too suited to the task I set. There were a great many of you perfect for the task. But fate has spoken and she can be stubborn.

She chose two. These two may decide. One to step back. Or both to share the burden. One with the sun and one with the moon.

Captain Hilary Becker and Robin of Locksley.

Find your way to Chicago. By midnight tonight.

Lucifer's despicable offspring will know how to sense me.

And then they will leave and be lucky

I do not lower myself to human trappings easily.

And yet my message, it seemed, was lost in the translating. I am informed some of you were brave enough to wish to speak to me.

Speak. Those of you that will.