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Post by Wyatt Halliwell on Jan 1, 2011 19:51:24 GMT -5
  As Wyatt orbed into the living room, he closed his eyes for a moment, before opening them, dropping his bag on the couch and brushing a hand through his hair. It wasn't early anymore, but to say it was late would be exaggeration. Yet he felt the day had already lasted for thirty hours. What he had done, he didn't know. It just felt like it had taken ages. Well, maybe it had. He had started the day at the club, helping Annie with the new loads, but half of what she had ordered hadn't come in, and things she didn't order had come in, so they had to sort out the mess and find the necessary things somewhere else, which had been a challenge on his own. Was he finally lucky enough to get the afternoon off for a stroll in the park or just lazy lying in his backyard, neither of that had been an option as the moment he sat down, some demon popped in, threw an energy ball too damn close and disappeared again.
There a couple things Wyatt thoroughly disliked, and attempts on his life and chaos in his house were two things on that list. So instead of relaxing as if nothing ever happened, he had enough time to clean up the mess before the evening shift in the club, which had extended with an hour and a half because the one supposed to take over hadn't showed up. Feeling obliged to stick around - he took off often enough, while he had the time now, he had, resulting in a 'late night' after all.
Looking around, he sighed from pure relief. No one around - no brother, no sister, no parents or cousins, and certainly no demons lurking around. Maybe the evening would turn good after all. With a satisfied smile on his face he went into the kitchen to fetch something to drink and a snack before he let himself fall down on the couch. "Finally" he muttered, leaning back and closing his eyes. He'd see again tomorrow, maybe find out who the demon had been -or actually, still was- and where to vanquish him. Oh, and how, just in case his vast powers weren't enough.
Then, the ringing of the door bell disturbed his almost sleepy thoughts. "There we go again" he said out loud to himself, slowly coming off the couch. "I'm coming!" he yelled to the door, or to be more exact the person behind it, wondering who it was that this time came around. There were many, many possibilities; from parents wanting to check in out of boredom, siblings who had forgotten their keys and were with someone non-magical, cousins who wanted to talk, required helped, or fled their family for the night... Even some stray magical innocents were an option, or neighbors inquiring about strange sounds they had heard before.
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Post by PRUE HALLIWELL on Jan 2, 2011 1:30:33 GMT -5
 we're just misguided ghosts
TRAVELING ENDLESSLY, DON'T NEED NO ROAD
in fact they follow me, and we just go in circles
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Luckily she'd been able to pick it up and throw it directly at his head, vanquishing him. It was times like these that Prue wished she could just heal herself. Unfortunately, she only had her beaming power and her sensing power. But, she did know that her cousins had the power to heal her. And so, she ended up on Aunt Piper's front porch, ringing the doorbell. Hopefully someone was home. She had a hand over the cut on her arm and tapped her foot impatiently. What was taking so long? Moments later she heard Wyatt answer. The door opened and she looked sheepishly up at him. "Hey," she said. She walked in and turned to face him. "Do you mind healing me really fast?" Of course she knew she wouldn't be able to avoid explaining how she got the cut, but she could try to put it off as long as possible.
Usually she was able to handle herself with demons and warlocks.
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Post by Wyatt Halliwell on Jan 3, 2011 13:07:31 GMT -5
Wyatt raised an eyebrow as he saw Prue standing in front of the door. Hurt. While whitelighters had an telepathic and empathic connection with their charges, he had it in limited form with his family as well. At times it looked like that too, like now. As Prue walked in he closed the door behind her and turned around. It came as no surprise when she asked him to heal her... Fast. The fast was a little unsuspected, but who was he to argue with her about it? "What's the rush?" he asked, holding his hands above the cut and feeling the familiar warmth flow through his hands, which seemed to hold some glowing 'ball' of light - he still didn't knew exactly how or why it worked, but healing was one of the things that naturally to him. Seeing some of his cousins or siblings struggle with their magic he was glad that he had control over his powers - all his powers. Well, as long as he gave them some thought. There was, amongst other incidents, the one with the dragon he conjured out of the television. Oh well, the joyous times of childhood... Wyatt almost smiled thinking of that. His mother and aunts had quite a few stories for him - some were rather funny, especially because it was a while since it had happened.
"What happened?" he then asked, lowering his hands and glancing up down to her. While not a hundred percent sure, the chance of this being just a random accident where she tripped or something like that. Most of the injuries in the family had a more demonic nature. Whether inflicted by or just because of demons, they left a mess in every way. He should've taken classes in house building and fixing furniture; it would have come in a lot more handy than this, but he had liked his classes and he knew that one day they would be useful for running his own club. "A demon?" Almost on queue he he turned around and started 'climbing' the stairs up to the attic, their 'walhalla' for knowledge considering the magic world. Somewhere it was ironic - it had become a habit of assuming that demons where the roots of their trouble, but for simple accidents they usually didn't sought help with a cousin or sibling.
He almost chuckled - if one day a shrink would try to analyze the family bonds, he'd have a hell of a task in front of him. Magic and keeping it secret was integrated in their lives, they didn't know any better. Some relished in it, some wanted a normal life too. Wyatt belonged to the latter, but at times it was so difficult to keep the two aspects of his life apart. Demons didn't follow regular hours, which would make things a lot easier. Luckily, he had a reputation, a good one... Or bad, depending on your point of view. At least demons didn't often at random attacked him - they knew he was too powerful to deal with all alone.
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tagged. Prue
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credits. carolyn's sweet blasphemy *
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Post by PRUE HALLIWELL on Jan 5, 2011 16:35:26 GMT -5
we're just misguided ghosts
TRAVELING ENDLESSLY, DON'T NEED NO ROAD
in fact they follow me, and we just go in circles
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