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Post by Prudence Halliwell on Dec 27, 2007 22:37:27 GMT -5
Prudence wanted to test out a few of her powers, she also wanted to see if she could find a way to trick that god awful book. The one that was so bloody helpful to the lot of them. She had heard many stories growing up that the book could tell the difference between good and evil. This was her chance to find out for sure. Now the only thing was getting into the house. They all kind of knew who she was by now, and no one really felt like welcoming her with open arms. She had to figure out the best way to get into the house and not be nearly killed. That is when she decided to test out one of her new powers. One that she hoped would come in handy many times in the future. Standing at the back door of the Halliwell Manor she looked at herself in the glass of the window, closed her eyes and when she opened them, starred intently at the face of Shane. Why she had chosen Shane was beyond him, but his face was the first one to pop into her mind.
She pushed the door open and headed into the fridge. She used to love this place when she was a little kid. There were always so many people here and there was never a dull moment. Now the place smelt of good magic and it made her sick to her stomach. Almost to the point where she did not want to be there, but she was on a mission, so she pushed that feeling aside and stepped further into the house. She looked around the kitchen and then yelled out.
Hello
When she didn't get a response she relaxed herself a little more, but she did not take her true form back. She stayed as Shane unless someone was to show up. Hopefully not Shane himself because that one would be a little hard to explain. She would definitely be found out then, not that she cared, but she knew that she had to stay on top of her game, not fall onto the board of theres. She was about to head into the other room when she looked at some pictures on the fridge. One of her smiling. She ripped it up and dropped it on the ground. |
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Post by Roran Williams on Dec 28, 2007 18:30:42 GMT -5
Well, everything had gone well for Roran so far as the Charmed Ones whitelighter. They seemed to accept him for who he was despite his age and inexperience. He managed to get along with all three of them despite their very difference personalities. Now he wasn't one to choose favorites, actually he was, but Shane seemed to be the most layed back and easy going one which sort of meant he was Roran's so far favorite. But, perhaps that would change eventually as time continued on.
Now, Roran's job was to be their official whitelighter. This mainly included enlightening the Charmed Ones with what was happening in the magical world through what the Elders told him and what he simply found out himself. Now was one of those times when he had to inform the three of a recent demonic attack in San Francisco. There had actually been a capture of two witches so far, but not a killing so there was still a chance for them to be saved, which meant that the Power of Three would have to get on the case as soon as possible.
Roran orbed from Elder Land down into the living room of the Halliwell Manor, praying that one of the three would be at the house. Luckily this time he had orbed into the middle of the room, and did not crash into anything. He glanced around the room, not seeing any of the three sitting there. "Hey guys?" Roran called out as he took a quick walk up the stairs and called out again. With no luck, he headed back down the stairs and returned back into the living room. But as he walked back in there, he spotted someone standing in the kitchen and with another quick look he noticed it to be Shane.
"Hey, didn't you hear me calling?" Roran questioned him as he walked into the kitchen. He looked from Shane to the ground of the kitchen where he saw pieces of what seemed to be a picture of Prudence. "Showing a little resentment are we?" Roran half-teased him, as he bent down and picked up the pieces, walking over to the trash can and tossing the pieces in.
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Post by Prudence Halliwell on Dec 29, 2007 0:09:39 GMT -5
Prudence froze when she heard someone calling out in the other room. She kept quiet hoping that maybe they would not come into the kitchen. The voice sounded kind of familiar but it did not ring a bell in her head. It was not one of her cousins and the voice was to young to be one of the parents. Who was in her Grandmothers house. No one should be here when others weren't. Prudence shook her head, why did she care who the hell was in the house. Hopefully it was a demon of some sort, someone needed to try killing those cousins of hers. She had not been able to do it, and in fact did not want to kill them right away. She had a greater plan in the workings, a plan that she needed to discuss with Matthew, though sometimes she wondered where his heart was out. It seemed that at times he showed way to much emotion. Emotion was never a good thing.
"Hey, didn't you hear me calling?"
Prudence, or Shane as this man so thought, turned to face a man who she had recognized. His name was Roran and he was a whitelighter. He must be their whitelighter, which was sickening and kind of funny being as he was so young. Though maybe that was the idea, giving them someone they could relate to, someone who could act just as much like a child, as boys around that age tend to do.
Sorry, my head was elsewhere.
Elsewhere seemed to be the pictures. Since she noticed him pick them up and throw them in the trash.
"Showing a little resentment are we?"
Yeah, sure, resentment. She just did not like the look she had on her face in the picture. Plus she did not want to remember the seventeen horrible years she had to live through in order to get to where she is now. It was a waste of life if you ask her. She should have gone down this path a long time ago, even before she recieved her magic. She could bet they all blamed Matthew for her turning evil, which was funny being as she was the one that kind of gave him that final push off the edge, but hey, let them think what they want to think.
She is dead, may as well make it seem like it.
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Post by Roran Williams on Dec 29, 2007 1:15:23 GMT -5
'His head was elsewhere? Well, okay, I guess that's understandable,' Roran thought as he looked back over at Shane. He must have been thinking about Prudence, which Roran really did not want to get into with Shane, especially right now when he had innocent witches to save. Wow, Roran was really thinking as quiet the formal whitelighter at the moment, but maybe that wasn't the best case, perhaps he should be more of a friend with Shane and confront him on these things. But, he did not know how exactly to talk with Shane about this. He was new to the Halliwell family matters, and he figured Shane would probably rather just keep to himself about it or talk to either Skylar or Scott.
"She's not dead, Shane," Roran immediately snapped back, though he wondered whether or not it was a smart or nice thing to say back to him, but he figured it to be true. "You can call me dead because that's true, but Prudence hasn't been killed...yet. I'm sure there's still some of the good, old Prue left in her. You just have to find it, somehow."
"But...where's Skylar and Scott?" he questioned. "I have an urgent mission for you- demon capture of two witches. So, get to contacting them." He hoped he hadn't rushed the moment from somewhat sincere to now all the sudden emergency action needs to take place.
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Post by Prudence Halliwell on Dec 31, 2007 0:32:57 GMT -5
"She's not dead, Shane, You can call me dead because that's true, but Prudence hasn't been killed...yet. I'm sure there's still some of the good, old Prue left in her. You just have to find it, somehow."
You are wrong, she is dead. Not a drop of good left in her murderous soul.
Prudence was laughing on the inside. How this pathetic whitelighter actually thought that there was good inside of her. Prudence had not had any good in her for a long time now. She may have appeared to but this side of her has been aching for years to get out. It was all just a matter of time before it finally hit the surface. Maybe her mothers death was what she needed. It was her stepping stone towards that throne she was going to take. It is what got those dreams of killing people to turn into reality. Oh how many lives have died at the hand of Prudence over these last few days. More them most demons could say they had done in an entire lifetime. Matthew right there along side of her.
"But...where's Skylar and Scott?"
Don’t really care.
"I have an urgent mission for you- demon capture of two witches. So, get to contacting them."
You are the whitelighter, aren’t you supposed to contact them? That is kind of your job and all. My job is to fight demons and what not, your job is to babysit. |
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Post by Roran Williams on Dec 31, 2007 1:49:04 GMT -5
Roran was immediately set back a little when Shane went off declaring that she was completely dead. Did he really believe that there was nothing left of her? Well, at least that meant that perhaps Shane would definitely be willing to vanquish her when the time came. And he hoped that time would be soon. But, even Roran did not want to have the two vanquished, well at least Prudence, he didn't really care much for Matthew, he could go rot in the Demonic Wasteland for the rest of his life for all he cared.
But Prudence, was their hope for that poor Halliwell girl? He had hoped that even Shane still prayed for her to return back to the good side even though that seemed near impossible, even the impossible left room for some hope. But, at the moment, it seemed that Shane had not faith at all. But perhaps Shane was just PMSing at the moment. It happens- Roran would just have to ask him again at a later date. These thoughts ran through Roran's mind until Shane spoke again declaring that he didn't care where Skylar or Scott were.
How could he not care? Was he really in that bad of mood? The three had to be more together on these things or they would definitely not have a strong power of three bond and this left no hope in vanquising the Sources at all.
Now, it seemed like Shane's mood was just getting a little too extreme. He had originally picked out Shane to be the mellow one. Now why was he being the complete jerk of the three? But, at least he had a reason. It was sort of true that it was Roran's job to contact them and he could, but so could Shane easily and he had hoped it wouldn't be that big of deal. But, he guessed he had overhoped, and he made sure to take a mental note of not asking Shane for too many favors in the future.
"Okay then..." Roran started, not exactly sure how to respond back to Shane at first because he didn't want to piss him off anymore than he already seemed to be. "Do you even want this, Shane?" he decided to question instead of snapping back, surprisingly keeping his cool.
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