Post by Wyatt Halliwell on Jan 2, 2011 16:52:21 GMT -5
causing problems makes you famous
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Wyatt orbed into the attic, stumbling over a chair that stood there and only just managing to keep standing. "Chris!" he yelled, hoping his brother was either at home or somewhere from where he could orb his ass over here asap. He was far from sure what was after him, but it was ugly and it was powerful and it obviously had a couple of minions who didn't mind to die for their master. Those demons always where the most difficult to vanquish, as they were upper level and had enough 'fire power' to send after whoever of the Halliwells was around. As there were nine of them now, there pretty much always was at least one around.
He walked to the Book of Shadows, their invaluable heritage: information about a lot of demons and other low-life creatures from the underworld. Flipping the pages with both hands, he kept gazing up, waiting for Chris and the demons that were after him. Wyatt was fairly sure he had lost them a few orbs ago, but with some bad luck they were smart enough to find him here. "Chris!" He definitely sounded cross and demanding now, but he was sure Chris'd understand. While he liked every member of the family, and his siblings more, Chris was one of the very few he could really trust and open up to. He might have a tendency to do things on his own - but when you needed him he almost always was there. And of course Wyatt owed him in some weird twisted way. He had been told the story of Chris going back in time to save Wyatt from turning Evil before Chris actually was born. Wyatt secretly still wondered if Chris had returned to save Wyatt, the world, or both, but whatever the reason had been, he was good now and that was almost all that mattered.
Before he could get lost in his thoughts, though, a shimmer in the air appeared. A sight that was too familiar these days - demons. With a quick gesture and the useful help of his telekinetic power he threw the appearing demon back against the wall, before repeating the gesture with both hands, sending the yellow-y energy wave that would take care of this low-level attacker. Lowering his hands now there was one less minion after him - or them, actually, he glanced around. At least the attic wasn't a mess... Yet. Just as he was about to call out for the third time for Chris, he heard a familiar sound and decided to wait a few more moments - he was 99% sure Chris was on his way.
[/center] WORDCOUNT;; 446 OUTFIT;; CLICKY!! TAGS;; Chris, Melinda NOTES;; I left open if Chris wanted to orb in or walk in
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