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Post by w on Feb 13, 2008 14:46:45 GMT -5
They were holding out longer than they had anticipated. Holding Malcheska from Malchiresa was all in hopes that they would come to an agreement to let Piper go for the child Princess. Hopefully, they would come to their senses soon, as everyone was slowly running out of patience. As the reports come in for the murders that were occuring around the state, the Halliwells were slowly becoming more and more enraged and wanted to go out and take out evil head on. But instead, they had to stick to their plans of holding Malcheska in their grips, and wait for them to come to them.
He went downstairs to where the girl was, he stared across at her as she was jailed between the crystals, and behind the electric bars that they had erected. He called up for his brother, Chris always seemed to be the patient one, and held him back from slaughtering the princess everytime he thought about his mother. "Where the hell are your parents?" He questioned her as he turned his back to her, offering a sigh, waiting for the others to come down
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Post by empath on Feb 13, 2008 15:34:24 GMT -5
The restless nights seemed to have just begun for Phoebe once they had taken Malcheska. She was on constant alert in case the Royal Family decided to make their presence known. She had heard of their powers, and the sect that they were slowly developing to make sure that everything went all too well for them. She had also heard the crashes outside her window, the noise of repeated screaming, and the sounds of violence that continued to rock her very emotion.At certain times her empathy would run wild, causing her to destroy things in the room in which she was in, the pain from the outside world was too much for her, and she wanted it to be done and quick.
She walked down the stairs and went into the dark basement. She flipped on the light to see Wyatt still here, pacing the floor as always. She figured that he took this the hardest. She hadnt seen him sit down in what seemed like forever. But everyone wanted Piper to return. She couldn't understand why they would want her in the first place. "C'mon Wyatt, take a break." She said as she ran her hands through her shoulder-lengthed locks.
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Post by evilprincess on Feb 13, 2008 15:35:46 GMT -5
Malcheska sat in the dark, dank, dreary Halliwell's basement. She was caged by four magical crystals and by her current state you wouldn't have been able to tell she'd been almost murdered by the eldest Charmed son four times already. She sat on the floor, legs crossed, and a smile across her face as she hummed a tune she remembered from her childhood, swaying from side to side. She felt no fear here. Event though by all expectations she'd have been dead the moment she'd encountered the two Charmed sons who'd taken her captive. However Malcheska knew that if they'd kept her alive this long, they had good reason. And Wyatt's violent outbursts had made Malcheska 100% sure it was connected to the eldest Charmed One, Piper Halliwell. "I dunno... Underworld, Avalon, Mortal Realm, Valhalla... they could be in Magic School for all I know" she smiled widely before returning to her humming. "Yes Wyatt.. Take a break" she spoke mockingly as she heard the middle Charmed One speak
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Post by w on Feb 13, 2008 15:46:05 GMT -5
Wyatt had turned to his aunt. Her advice was falling on deaf ears lately, as he was anything but calm, and anything but tired. Wyatt walked over to her, his hands falling on his waistline as he stared at her, "Phoebe this is becoming too much...they must be stalling." Wyatt stated as he turned to the child who was mocking him in the cage. She really didnt know what she was messing with. The only reason she was kept alive was because they loved Piper to much to see them try to harm her, they also knew that they would have to come for her sooner or later, or the little Princess of the Underworld would not be able to inherit the those her mother so willingly gave up.
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Post by empath on Feb 13, 2008 15:49:20 GMT -5
Phoebe listened to the girl as she mocked Wyatt. It was almost as if she was asking to be hurt. Instead of focusing on her, Phoebe decided to just talk to her nephew, he needed her much more than the child. Although she was feeling the brunt of the blow of having her sister gone, Phoebe realized that she must be strong, her breaking down would only signal the message of hopelessness and fear, two messages she didnt want to send to the Underworld. "Well, Wyatt, we might as well get some answers huh?" She said softly to him.
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Post by w on Feb 13, 2008 16:37:02 GMT -5
He looked over to the girl that was encamped, he nodded and he walked over to her, a safe distance away from the cage to avoid feeling the blunt of its protection. "So your parents are planning on taking over the world?" He questioned with a smile, one that was forced and deliberate, almost showing equal mockery towards the girl. His shoulder lengthed hair was tied into a rough ponytail, and a white shirt covered with a black jacket matched the black jeans pants he was wearing. The mood was diefinitely different for Wyatt.
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Post by empath on Feb 14, 2008 14:38:11 GMT -5
She went over an sat quietly, interested to hear the girl's answer. Whatever her answer was, Phoebe wanted to know how she percieved her parents. She sighed, her tire was clearly shown on her face. She crossed her legs and placed her hands on her knees and leaned forward, she just wanted this to be over.
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