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Post by Petra Halliwell on Dec 29, 2007 1:29:02 GMT -5
Petra walked in through the front door in her normal all black leather get up outfit and black stilletto boots. She licked her lips slowly and rolling her eyes at the stench that good magic had left on the house she barely remembered growing up in. Over the years she did remember, she had been told by her father that had been brainwashed, by a demon which is why she vaguely remembered her childhood. Though, that barely mattered down as her soul clung with darkness. She stood in the foyer looking around not being able to stand this house and the only reason she was here she wasn't even sure was a good one.
"Oh Scotty, are you home little brother?"
She smirked loving the sound of her poison stained voice as she traveled into the conservatory randomly starting one of the many plants on fire eventually extinguishing it. She turned at the sound of footsteps placing her hands on hips and smiling.
"Well if it isn't my little brother himself, a charmed one...."
Her eyes bore through him like daggers. How she hated his soul and wished he would perish in hell along with all the others awaiting the day darkness took over and filled the earth. She ran a hand through her long dirty blonde hair that often changed colors depending on how she was feeling. She sucked in a painful breath trying to rid herself of the awful stench that was now clinging to her wanting more than anything to return to the underworld with the others, but no, she had work to do. She crossed her arms taking a step towards her younger brother, a spitting image of their father, another man she hated and wished purgatory on.
"So how is the little Scotty? Still....good is see?"
She spoke the word "good" as if it was something disgusting that wasn't used on an everyday basis. Her face showed no emotion as her eyes traveled up and down the figure of her younger brother quickly becoming disgusted and taking out her anger on another one of the nearby plants. She uncrossed her arms planting one hand on her hip again waiting for her brother to spit back some snide remark about her, just waiting and growing rhater impatient.
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Post by Scott Halliwell on Dec 29, 2007 2:44:23 GMT -5
Scott came in through the front door wearing dark blue jeans and a brown long sleeve shirt. He had just been out hunting for demons. Or rather, hunting for demons that had any information on Prudence or Matthew. He headed upstairs to his room and opened the door hastily. The Book of Shadows had been temporarily moved to a new location, his bed. Scott looked to the left to see the fawn colored shape of his cat, Storm. He hadn’t named it, he’d adopted it. Storm was a fawn colored cat with leopard spots and ice blue eyes. He was a boy and the two had instantly bonded. Scott settled down on his bed and switched on the TV before reaching for the big book full of demons and warlocks and all sorts of supernatural things that you could only imagine. It bore them emblem of him and his two cousins on the front.
Scott felt Storm jump into his lap as he sat down and leaned against the headboard. Scott scratched the scruff of Storm’s neck before changing the channel and flipping the book open. Right as he was about to start searching through the pages he heard the front door open. They really needed tighter security around this place. No kidding. Scott stood up and felt Storm jump off of him and meow before jumping out the window. He would be back, he just wanted to go explore. Scott headed out to the hallway and made his way towards the landing. As he got halfway down the stairs he heard a voice he recognized all too well. Petra. What the fuck was she doing here? She wasn’t welcome here anymore. Scott jumped the rest of the way down the stairs, using his telekinesis to cushion his fall.
He made his way towards the conservatory and saw Petra burning plants. After she extinguished the fire, Scott motioned a little with his hand and the singed plants grew back as beautiful as ever. That’s terrakinesis for you. He glared at her piercingly and crossed his arms challengingly. He had four powers, she had tow, he was a charmed one, she was a bad witch. You didn’t need to be an expert in math to figure out that Scott had the upper hand and the advantage. Scott glared at her back, just as piercingly. ”What do you want?” he asked icily as his eyes bore through her, just as sharp as her own.
He didn’t like this. He didn’t want her here. She should just leave, this wasn’t her home anymore. ”Well , I was fantastic until you came along,” Scott retorted. He saw her put another plant on fire and this time she didn’t extinguish it. Scott blew a little bit and a cloud of ice dust shot out from his mouth and put out the fire. He then used his terrakinesis once more to make the plant grow back. |
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Post by Petra Halliwell on Dec 29, 2007 2:59:49 GMT -5
"Oh what Scotty you're not happy to see you big sister? Well that doesn't seem very kind of you..."
She frowned as Scott extinguished the small fire she made. She looked around the large manor still unable to shake the stench that resided.
"You always did have to spoil my fun didn't you....no wonder no one likes you..."
She sighed growing rather bored and turned around walking over to a wicker seat and stratching out on it as if mocking her younger brother to try something. Who said she hadn't aquired a few more powers from some power brokers while she was down in the underworld, the place she loved and called her home. Unfortunately, she hadn't aquired anymore powers yet, that was beyond her concern at this point. She looked at the black paint chipping off of her nails and frowned again before standing up again and glaring at Scott.
"Why is it Scott that you are always so down when I come around. I did grow up in this house with you didn't I...not that I remember much of that anyway...still, I would think you of all people would be at least somewhat....oh i don't know...sympathetic."
As she said sympathetic she decided maybe just maybe this could get interesting and she started another fire aiming for something bigger this time like the small wicker table siting next to the white wicker chair. She turned around and smiled slyly and pointing turning back to Scott.
"Now see, that was fun....too bad you can't do anything fun with your powers now can you?"
She walked up to him and circled him eyeing him up at down. He may have more powers that her, but that certinly didn't intimidate her. She had both of the sources on her side, and besides, most of the powers he had he had inherited from their father, none of which she unfortunately posessed or it would be rather easy for him to kill both of them considering they were whitelighters and since she was evil she would be a dark. Oh how she wished that were possible at this moment considering this was one rare time her brother was lone in the house their dad had given to them.
"See, I never understood why dad always liked you more than me, at least not at first...I mean before you came along I was his only child....but no Scotty, you had to be the special one so dad tried keeping me from my true potential. Answer something for me, does that seem fair to you?"
She raised an eyebrow at him and cackled sighing again quickly growing bored with this whole rendevouz.
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Post by Scott Halliwell on Dec 29, 2007 3:14:38 GMT -5
Scott didn’t let her words get to him, he just smirked playfully and glared her down. He frowned a little bit when she sat down and glared even more. He didn’t like her. In fact he hated her. He truly did. Give him a vanquishing potion, he’d kill her right now. ”Yea, well that’s my job. To spoil demon’s fun. But wait. You aren’t a demon are you? No, you’re a witch that is a sibling of a charmed one. Tell me, how’s that flying over back in the underworld?” he smiled.
"Why is it Scott that you are always so down when I come around. I did grow up in this house with you didn't I...not that I remember much of that anyway...still, I would think you of all people would be at least somewhat....oh i don't know...sympathetic."
”Sympathetic? Oh yea, I have lots of sympathy for my sister that tried to kill me. Keyword Tried. There may be two sources but there are three charmed ones. You know I’m more powerful than you are so just go and run and hide behind Matt and Prudence,” he said smiling even wider. As she set the table on fire Scott barely took any notice of it. He just stuck out his arm and felt a cloud of ice fly from his hand and onto the fire.
"Now see, that was fun....too bad you can't do anything fun with your powers now can you?"
Scott just laughed at this and motioned with his hands towards the kitchen. All of a sudden seven knives came flying out of the kitchen. They twirled themselves around in the air around Scott and one threw itself above Petra’s head and hit the wall behind her. ”The next one will be lower,” he growled as he made vines snap up from the floor and wrap themselves around Petra’s wrists and ankles. The knives were still twirling themselves around in midair around Scott. Telekinesis and Terrakinesis were the two powers he was using now. Time to demonstrate the third. Scott breathed out and a huge cloud of ice blew out of his mouth and towards Petra’s feet to freeze them solid. He knew she would break free easily enough. But this was just a demonstration. His powers were much, much more powerful than that. No. That, was fun,” he said, waiting for her to attack him. [/size] |
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Post by Petra Halliwell on Dec 29, 2007 15:18:42 GMT -5
She smiled as he brought up that she truely wasn't a demon and just a witch gone bad, who just so happened to be related to the new charmed ones. She stood up at shrugged smirking coyly.
"Actually it's helped out with my status there quite a bit, just belo he sources, not that I have you to thank for THAT..."
She was growing sick of the banter they held together knowing killing him wasn't going to be easy, especially by herself, so doing that tonight was of no advantage to her.
"Yes Scott, ther may be two sources and three charmed ones, but the sources have me, and i have a whole hell of a lot more power than you think I do. I am realated to you after all, so I guess it's even now isn't it?"
She crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow at him and frowned when he once again extinguished one of her fires. Petra knew fairly well she had been changed as a young girl, but at this point she didn't care. She couldn't help but think though if she was changed for the fake that she was a fire starter. She shrugged ridding the thought from her mind as Scott brought out flying knives from the kitchen knowing he wouldn't actually go through with killing her, she didn't find him mentally strong enough to kill his own sister, not after their history. She laughed as one landed above her head and he threatened her.
"Is that all you've got...."
Next though came the vines and icing her feet, all of which were easy for her to get out of with flames. She brought a minor flame to the ground melting the ice and then extinguishing it before singing the vines and watching them crumble tot he ground. She crossed her arms and smirked knowing she was good as Scott bragged.
"You always were a bragger weren't you Scott?"
She brought up her famous ring of fire around him knowing it wouldn't take him long to get rid of it, but she wasn't trying to kill him, at least not today and by herself.
"Alls fair Scotty, you TRIED to kill me as well so I see it as payback..."
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Post by Scott Halliwell on Dec 29, 2007 16:14:03 GMT -5
Scott still glared right through her and barely listened as she spoke. He rolled his eyes at what she said. ”Yes, because there are so very few people that possess pyrokinesis,” he said sarcastically. Scott laughed at what she said and shook his head. ”Whatever Petra. Four powers versus one power. Charmed one versus ordinary witch. I’m sure that you are a lot more powerful than me,” he said again sarcastically. He usually wasn’t cocky or self-absorbed like this, but Petra brought out the worst in him. He knew that she thought he didn’t have it in him to kill her. That was a mistake. He would. Petra from the past was gone. Now it was just evil Petra that wanted to kill him. It had been twelve years. It had taken him eight years to get over the fact that she was gone. But now he knew, there was nothing he could do and he would vanquish her in a second.
”Nope,” he said when she asked if that was all he had. He watched as she broke out of the vines and the frozen feet. He saw her put a ring of fire around him and he just smiled. He walked through the fire. As he stepped on it a cloud of ice shot from his feet so that he wouldn’t get burned. ”Get out,” he growled. ”Not a bragger. You bring out the worst in me,” Scott muttered. ”I never tried to kill you, Yet. The demon that erased your memory replaced it with saying I was trying to kill you. Don’t you get it? All your memories are fake,” He said angrily.
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Post by Petra Halliwell on Jan 2, 2008 1:02:06 GMT -5
She rolled her eyes rolled her eyes when he started once again making fun of her. A classic Scott move, make fun of and demean others to make himself feel good. She crossed her arms once again staring at her brother this time setting two couches on fire. She was getting angry, and though she knew she couldn't take him down now she would find a way how. Petra was going to succeed at killing both him and then her father.
She cackled as her growled at her to get out. She wasn't going to let him win this one so even if it was she stayed for ten more minutes she would leave when she was ready. Now that was a typical Petra. She did what she wanted when she wanted and no one could or would tell her otherwise.
"Whatever you all keep saying that demon did to me he didn't. I was perfectly fine until you came along. You're the one that caused all of this. Who knows if you hadn't been here maybe I would've still been good. But you're here and I'm not so deal with it."
She was growing angry and she had finally had enough of him. She shot one last glare at him before quickly teleporting back to her safe haven, the underworld.
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