Charmed Next Generation
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				Title: <strong>Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Levi</strong> on <strong>26-12-2017, 18:09:55</strong>
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				Find the ooc and approved characters here: https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=280317.0<br><br>&nbsp;Prologue<br>The Halliwell house passed down through generation after generation of Warren witches, along with the fabeld Book of Shadows. The charmed ones Piper, Phoebe and Page cast most of their spells and created their potions within its walls. The house had been rebuilt more time then anyone could count. After the final epic battle between the Charmed Ones and The Triad, the sisters took the time to finallly settle down and raise their families.<br><br>So it was that Piper and Leo raised their three children within the Halliwell walls. Cousins visited regularly as did friends as well as the magical community. Things went quiet, suspiciously quiet for many years. Dark magic and those who practiced it practically vanishing from the world and while Wyatt and Chris honed their powers they didn't really fight like that Charmed Ones had to.<br><br>The boys grew and settled down and they too had children. Our story begins when those children were officially recognized by the magical community as witches in their own right. However in the dark places, the underground, the demon realm and lurking in the shadows a new nameless terror rose, stronger and powerful then any the charmed ones had ever faced before......<br><br><br>&nbsp;Chapter One: The New White Lighter<br><br>Our story beings one crazy night in march, the weather was going crazy, rain hammered down on the Halliwell house and an erratic wind swirled leaves into mini cyclones along the garden paths. Inside the house things were unusually quiet and dark. One line light wheeled it's way out from under a door on the second floor of the house, and inside a young woman lay upon her bed a huge book in frount of her. Tempest's blond hair was bunged up in a messy bun on top of her head, some Chinese hair pins stuck in at crazy angels to hold the unruly curls at bay. The girl sighed she was getting absolutely no where with her last set assignment from college. <br><br>The young witch glanced up from the book and took a look at the time 00:01 without even knowing it the girl had gone from Tempest Halliwell student and trainee witch to Tempest Halliwell Witch and Student!! The woman grinned excitedly she was now officially 19 and therefore a recognized witch in the magical community! And at that moment a shimmer of white stars began to fall at the end of her bed, Tempest closed her book with a thump, her heart stated betting crazily as the sparkles began to form into a being. Her white lighter was here!!! Tempest glanced down at herself, she was in the most inappropriate clothes, a sting top white low cut top and high ridding pink striped pajamas shorts. She gulped, oh well no time to change now, because the features of her white lighter were solidifying before her very eyes.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norsegod1839</strong> on <strong>26-12-2017, 21:01:33</strong>
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				There was a larger brighter flurry of orbs as the figure fully stepped into the room. He walked out of thin air an easy going smile on his face as he pushed his long black hair back. Handsome green eyes swept over the bed a blush coloring his tan cheeks as he noted her state of undress. Quick as a whip he turned on his heel his hands flying up to cover his eyes as his ass flexed in his simple jeans. <br><br>"Ms. Halliwell!" He said his voice coming out in an nervous rush "I did not realize how late it was! Time works different up there with the elders and I didn't stop to think!"<br><br>He waited for her to get situated in bed before turning back to look at her. <br><br>"My name is Max" He said giving her a handsome smile and extending his hand "I am your new whitelighter... I know this is going to sound very fanboy ish but I am a HUGE fan of your grandfather Leo. His teaching about being a white lighter are something of a ideology of mine! The way he went after your grandmother and romanced her is like something out of a epic poem!"<br><br>He realized he was gushing and with a blush wisely shut up and let her speak. While she did his eyes ran over the manor taking it in in all its glory.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>28-12-2017, 18:32:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://asset3.modelmanagement.com/mm-eyJ0Ijp7InIiOiIzMjAi/fSwiaWQiOiJpMzYxMzI5/IiwiZiI6InBuZyJ9.png)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elias Watkins (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=280409.msg13785993#msg13785993)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March, around midnight.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Halliwell Manor, kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Flannel shirt, jean jacket to hide his stunner, jeans, no shoes or socks.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Anybody<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> N/A<br><br><hr><br>Elais could not quite believe the he had had resulting in him spending the night in the legendary Halliwell manor. The day had started out normal enough with him getting a lead on his latest skip. Everything was going just fine until he got that skip cornered. Suddenly what he thought was just another low life criminal skipping out on bale threw a fricking fireball at him. A fireball, damn it. That meant the skip was magical and probably a demon, so there was no way he, in good conscience could the skip back in. Doing so risked not only the humans learning about the magic community, but that some of them would likely get hurt or killed. So vanquishing was the only real option, but that did not leave a body so he would never be able to get the payment he had been working to earn for the past several days. Things like that have happened before, but it got strange then. Victoria, the daughter of a detective Elias was familiar with, Daryl Morris Jr, happened along. She reacted in a very unusual way, well certainly not the way he would have expected. She stepped in and through the use of magic drove the demon off before he could even bring his energy ball into existence to fire back.<br><br>Then wonders never cease, Victoria became all protective and insisted that she get Elias to some place safe before the demon came back to get him. He could hardly believe it she was a witch that fought demons and thought he was an innocent, needing her protection. This got him curious not all witches actively fought demons, so instead of telling her he was not an innocent needing her protection he wanted to see what she had in mind. So his surprise and delight she took him to the Halliwell manor. She was not only the granddaughter of the famous Daryl Morris, but one of the original charmed ones too. She had Halliwell blood. When she lead him in he could hardly contain his excitement at being invited into the Halliwell Manor. Sure it looked very much like one would such an old and well cared for house to look, but this house was legend in the magical community. It was a piece of history. Despite his demonic blood, he had been raised as witch and believed in what the Charmed Ones had done. After spending some time down in the underworld he knew demons, evil could not be allowed win out over good. So he was thrilled to be stepping into this piece of history.<br><br>Elias knew he should tell Victoria the truth, but he just had to see the inside. Oh and if he could just get a look at the Book of Shadows, to see it with his own eyes, that would be truly spectacular. He would be more than happy to just see it from the other side of the room. It did not take long for him to completely forget about the frustration of loosing a payday. A woman he has admired and finds very attractive had not only turned out to be a witch, but a Halliwell as well, and brought him to the manor. Yeah, that made missing out on a paycheck more than worth it.<br><br>Elias had meant to tell Victoria the truth, but had hesitated to give him a chance to see more of the house and possibly meet more of her family. Then she got all busy trying to discover which demon they had faced and how to best vanquish it and he just kind of got shuffled into the scenery. He soon found himself being offered a place to sleep as the day drifted into a stormy night. How could he sleep though? One he's used to working well into the night, as that's when most criminals are more active. Two he was in the Halliwell manor. The house was mostly dark and quiet, but he was still awake and much too thrilled to be going to sleep anytime soon. He imagined that might fit in with them thinking him to be just an innocent. He could imagine that a powerless human might well be very frightened and to shocked to be able to sleep.<br><br>After tossing and turning for God only knows how long he realized that on top of everything else he was hungry. So rising from the couch he slipped back into the rig for his stunner, just out of habit and then threw his jean jacket on to cover it up. On bare feet he padded quietly into the kitchen to see if he could make himself a sandwich or something for a midnight snack.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaia</strong> on <strong>28-12-2017, 22:32:28</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Prudence Kamea Halliwell (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=280409.msg13786120#msg13786120)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March, around midnight.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Halliwell Manor, kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured, with black leggings, barefoot<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elias l Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Midnight snack l Bumping into Elias<br><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://s9.favim.com/orig/140917/beautiful-hayley-hot-phoebe-tonkin-Favim.com-2075989.png)</div>The girl put her book down, reaching for the pipe and lighter that sat nearby.&nbsp; It was already loaded, but there was still some lovely green to the plant matter inside.&nbsp; <em>Still greens.&nbsp; Score!</em>&nbsp; Holding the piece of glass to her lips, the brunette lit the matter inside it, and breathed deeply of the resulting smoke.&nbsp; Releasing the smoke, Kamea took another hit.&nbsp; A feeling of zen and relaxation came over her, and the girl put the pipe and lighter down.<br><br>Kamea didn't eat much at dinner, so she decided that a late night snack sounded terrific.&nbsp; Slipping out of the chair, the girl headed downstairs and went to the kitchen.&nbsp; It was dark, quiet.&nbsp; Padding to the fridge, she bent over to see what was in the far back.&nbsp; Kamea didn't notice Elias entering the kitchen, humming softly to herself. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>29-12-2017, 05:20:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn-images-1.medium.com/max/1600/0*2417MxeUm-jF7zrp.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rosalyn Mitchell-Halliwell<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March, little after midnight.<br><strong>Location:</strong>Halliwell Manor, Foyer&gt;Bedroom<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Casual streetwear (https://www.polyvore.com/rose_mitchell-halliwell_work_clothes/set?id=232871523[/URL)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open.<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> Kamea and Elias<br><strong>Content:</strong> Getting home very late from work, she is very sleepy.<br><br><hr><br>Rosalyn yawned as she orbed into the foyer of the Halliwell ancestral home, she was utterly exhausted... but it was worth it, poor new little Elizabeth was having a difficult time adjusting after the death of her mother and she'd taken quite a shine to Rosalyn over the past two weeks, Rosalyn was only delighted to stay longer tonight without extended pay to comfort the frightened child.<br><br>Apparently she was at the shelter temporarily until she could be placed in a foster care home, Elizabeth was scared, angry and feeling all alone in the world... it made her think of how her grandmother Paige felt when her adopted parents died, except Elizabeth was much younger and finding it so much more difficult to cope and understand. Her mommy was gone and she couldn't understand for the life of her why or why she couldn't come back... how did you explain death to a six year old?<br><br>Rosalyn had managed to calm the girl down enough after dinner was served that she allowed Rosalyn to tuck her into bed, read her story and even made Rosalyn promise she'd stay until she fell asleep. Poor kid.<br><br>Another yawn escaped Rosalyn as she progressed along the foyer and headed towards the stairs without even glancing once to the side of her where her cousin and her white-lighter were, she only murmured groggily as she passed “I made lemon squares the other night, they're in the fridge”<br>She looked up at the staircase and irritatedly pursed her lips before she yawned again “Nope, not feeling stairs tonight, too tired. Want sleep. Want bed.”<br><br>With that, Rosalyn focused her power to orb herself up to her bedroom, she didn't even bother getting changed.... nope, she just walked up to her powder pink bed and fell forward, snuggling her cheek into the blankets and falling fast asleep.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lisa2lady</strong> on <strong>29-12-2017, 12:34:50</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: &nbsp;Victoria Halliwell-Morris (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=280409.msg13785989#msg13785989)<br><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/GvVQlnc.jpg)</div><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March, around midnight.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Halliwell Manor, Attic ➽ Rosalyn’s bedroom<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &nbsp;Stormy weather &nbsp;(https://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=232920377 [/URL) <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open｜ Rosalyn <br><strong>Content:</strong> Finishing up with the book of shadows ➽ Checking up on everyone<br><br><hr><br><div style="text-align: justify;">“If you truly loved us you would have made a table of content or color-coded this thing” Victoria fussed as she sifted through the old yellow-ish brown pages of the book of shadows. Over the years the book had become a lot fuller, so much so that even the simplest spell was lost in its pages. In truth she had some of the simple spells memorized, years of preparing them ensured that she would never forget them. But she was a perfectionist when it came to making potions, she always made sure the ingredients were the exact measurement and rarely went off script. Now she was paying for it by having to look through countless pages just to ensure her potion would work. She would fuss with the book for a little while longer before giving up “Fine Fine you win, I will just make it as is. Who needs instructions” she would hiss as she closed the book. <br><br>Looking down at her watch she realized she had spent the last 3 hours looking over the book and forgotten about the world around her. It was too late to go out hunting for fresh ingredients and she was too tired to go chasing after demons. She had spent the better half the day stalking this demon all over the bay area and now she had to figure out why he was chasing after Elias. She let out a long sigh before starting to make her way out of the attic. As she came to the stairs she was instantly flooded with the multiple emotions floating around the house. None of these emotions were really alarming although she was still trying to figure Elias out.&nbsp; <br>He did not respond to being almost killed like other humans had, he was actually calm about it. She knew he was not a threat at least he did not present as such, but still, she could sense there was something a little off about him. Especially when they first enter the Manor he had seemed to be way too amazed to visit her family home. She had managed to convince herself that it was a delay response to almost dying. People tend to act a little weird after facing down death, whatever it was she did not have the energy to question it right now. As long as he did not possess an immediate threat she would not push the issues.&nbsp; <br><br>There was still so much she had to do it was Tempest’s birthday and somewhere in the kitchen was an unopened box of cake mix waiting to be baked. She took a moment to decide whether or not she would head to bed or bake a cake. Before she could make up her mind she sensed Rosalyn entering the house. She looked at the time once again before getting annoyed. All she asked for was phone call if she was going to be late, hell she could have sent her a letter through orbing. She was responsible for everyone who lived in the manor. She found herself always worrying about her cousins and her greatest fear was something bad happening to them. There was no way she would let Rosalyn slide, she headed over to her room. She knocked softly at first but there was no answer. There was no way she was sleep, Victoria let out an annoyed groan “I&nbsp; know you’re awake” although her voice was soft the annoyance could be heard. </div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Levi</strong> on <strong>29-12-2017, 22:31:52</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: &nbsp;Tempest Halliwell (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=280409.msg13785989#msg13785989)<br><div class="floatright">(https://hairstylemonkey.co.in/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/Ancient-greek-goddess-hairstyle.jpg)</div><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March, around midnight.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Tempest's bedroom<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; a sting top white low cut top and high ridding pink striped pajamas shorts<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Maximus - Victoria- Rosalyn- Kamea<br><strong>Content:</strong>Love at First site<br><hr><br>"Eek!" A scream erupted from Tempest and the young woman launched herself of the bed and threw her arms around her whitelighter. As his back was to her the girls breast smushed up against his broad shoulders, her arms wrapping around his neck very near to strangling the whitelighter. From the brief glimpse she had of Max's face he was rather hot, and that ass. Tempest was rather liked the firm muscles of his backside, the second oldest of the cousins had a brief thought for her cousin Victoria. If she was anywhere nearby Tempest knew that the older woman would pick up on her sudden rush of love for the man she was shamelessly hugging.<br><br>"I can't believe your finally here!" She practically shouted in excitement. Leaning over she whispered in his ear " Call me Tempest" she looked up at the room,well the part of it that they could currently see anyway and grinned so Max was a fan of her grandfather's?! Well she could certainly use that to get him into a more personal conversation. Jumping down the petit witch ran her hand across the center of her whitelighters back and she stepped round to look up into the mutch taller man's face. Standing at only 5'3 nearly everyone was taller the Tempest, however the petit blond liked to think she made up for it in other ways.<br><br>Like for example her rather ample breasts that were buldging nicely out of the pajama top she was wearing. "Do you wanna takes look around?!" She asked, not waiting for an answer she grabbed Max's hand and pulled him towards the door. Growing the door open she shouted out excitedly, quite forgetting the time and that any normal woman would be asleep. However this was the charmed house and no one kept to normal sleeping hours here! "Vicky! Ros! Kamea?! Guess what!!! My whitelighters here!" <br><br>Dragging Max into the hallway she headed towards the kitchen. If Tempest knew her cousins which she did very well, if any were awake they would be there, for just like there parents and grandparents before them, they seemed to gravitated to the kitchen and discuss practically everything there!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norsegod1839</strong> on <strong>29-12-2017, 23:07:51</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Maximus Stone<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March, around midnight.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Halliwell Manor moving into the kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Beat up old jeans, hiking boots, brown T shirt <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone in the kitchen<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> N/A<br><br>No sooner were Max's feet planted in the room when he felt something run into him from behind. He kept his balance his hands coming up to further assist him as he felt the telltale feel of soft skin on skin. A most delicious scent reached him as well something flowery with a hint of seduction he just couldn't shake. <br><br>"The elders warned you about getting attached to your charges" Max thought to himself. Ever since the whole Leo Piper romance thing the Elders were much stricter on romances between a white lighter and their charge. It was one of the many things he argued with them about. Their love after all had borne one of the most powerful warlocks of all time! And strengthened the entire Halliwell blood line. <br><br>Why shouldn't a white lighter and witch keep the tradition going? <br><br>Not that he was entirely here for a romance. He didn't even know what the girls looked like! Or if any of them were enough to awaken his romantic soul. <br><br>But he didn't see why the option had to be removed from the table. <br><br>"Whoa there" Max said laughing as he felt her breath on his ear "It's nice to meet you tempest like I said my name is-" <br><br>He finally turned and his voice died on his lips as he took a good look at her. His eyes widened taking her in and trying not to swoon. Max wasn't used to seeing such a beautiful woman let alone being around her! It was a far cry from the women back up with the elders who were a fan of flowing robes and formless clothing. <br><br>"Uh" He said tongue tied as he continued to stare at her. In the back of his head he couldn't help but think...<br><br>Shouldn't his tongue be working by now?<br><br>Before he could give it much thought he was being yanked forward and given another view of her body. He bit back a moan as he took in her chest in all its bouncing free glory. He was so shaken and out of hsi comfort zone that he didn't even say anything when she threw open the door and let her cousins know about his arrival. Seconds later he was being dragged down the staircase and given a chance to admire the house he studied up on. <br><br>"Uh maybe we should talk in private first Temp" He said to her falling into a natural nickname as he admired the staircase "Your grandfather refurbished these steps himself you know.... I always did admire his work as a handyman" <br><br>He realized he was blabbing and wisely choose to shut up. He let her bring him into the kitchen and nodded at the others around before his eyes settled on the other man in the kitchen. He moved defensively in front of his charge glancing over at her questioningly.<br><br>"Do you know him?" Max asked nodding his head at the man before looking at him "No offense.... I just wasn't expecting to find anyone else here"&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaia</strong> on <strong>30-12-2017, 00:34:49</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Prudence Kamea Halliwell (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=280409.msg13786120#msg13786120)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March, around midnight.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Halliwell Manor, kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured, with black leggings, barefoot<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elias l Tempest l Max l Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Invasion of the cousins<br><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://s9.favim.com/orig/140917/beautiful-hayley-hot-phoebe-tonkin-Favim.com-2075989.png)</div>A voice startled her, almost as much as the light that her cousin had flicked on.&nbsp; The brunette hit her head on a shelf, making her cry out, "Fuck!"&nbsp; Standing, rubbing her head, Kamea turned startled eyes on Tempest and the two men standing there.&nbsp; "Uhh, all I wanted was a snack."<br><br>She grabbed some eggs and moved to the island to start preparing herself a snack.&nbsp; "Cookies, anyone?"&nbsp; There was almost nothing better than cookies fresh from the oven, soft and gooey with its chocolatey goodness.&nbsp; Kamea took in the others.&nbsp; Her cousin was definitely excited.&nbsp; "Whoa, hold on.&nbsp; What's going on?"&nbsp; <br><br>Cool, cautious eyes fell back onto the two men.&nbsp; "Who are you guys?&nbsp; I've never seen either one of you."&nbsp; Keeping her eye on them, she began to whip up a bath of cookies.&nbsp; They would be perfect for guests, if they were indeed guests, and the girl was really craving them.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>30-12-2017, 03:49:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://asset3.modelmanagement.com/mm-eyJ0Ijp7InIiOiIzMjAi/fSwiaWQiOiJpMzYxMzI5/IiwiZiI6InBuZyJ9.png)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elias Watkins (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=280409.msg13785993#msg13785993)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March, around midnight.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Halliwell Manor, kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Flannel shirt, jean jacket to hide his stunner, jeans, no shoes or socks.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kamea, Tempest, Max, Open<br><strong>Contents:</strong> New meetings, awkward old acquaintance.<br><br><hr><br>Upon entering the kitchen Elias first noticed that the refrigerator door was open. His attention was then drawn to why it was open. A young woman was bent over, giving him a fairly nice view of her leggings covered backside. He knew he should say something to announce his presence, but he was rather caught up in just enjoying the sight. During that moment he heard a soft voice saying something about lemon bars, but that really did not register. He was actually thinking about getting something to eat that was not so sweet. He did glance in the direction the voice had come from a saw a brief glimpse of light orbs as whoever had spoken orbed away. This did not come as a surprise to him fore he knew that whitelighter blood was a big part of the current Halliwell bloodline. Paige could orb as could both Wyatt and Chris. It stood to reason that members of the current generation would have that ability as well.<br><br>Then just as he was starting to search for the light switch Elias heard a shout from upstairs, something about a whitelighter. If a new whitelighter had arrived the chances were good that it was somebody's 19th birthday. 19 being the age when a witch became fully accepted as an adult in the magical community. He winced slightly as the young woman in the frig bumped her head from being surprised by the shout. He did grin at her exclamation.<br><br>Despite being ready for it to happen he still blinked as the light was turned on when another young woman and a man joined them in the kitchen. Again Elias was distracted by the vision of a beautiful woman, as the blonde was clearly wearing pajamas that left little to the imagination regarding her form. He nodded in greeting to the other man thinking he looked familiar. He turned to the brunette as she started asking questions, putting the familiarity of the man to the back of his mind to work on as he dealt with more immediate needs. “Cookies sound good. Mind if I make a sammich while you make them though?”<br><br>Elias glanced at the new arrivals again looking at the man as his mind worked on where he had seen him before. With everything happening suddenly he forgot that he was supposed to be an innocent and ignorant of magic. “It seems somebody's whitelighter has arrived.” He smiled warmly at the scantily clad blonde. “That means it must your birthday, 19. Happy birthday congratulations on getting your own whitelighter.”<br><br>Then the question of who they were came up and Elias gave a small bow. “I'm Elias Watkins. Victoria brought me in for protection from a demon we encountered earlier. I guess that makes me her innocent. Though I know I'm hardly innocent, burnt that bridge a very long time ago,” He snickered and looked to the man, the whitelighter, and that's when it hit him, where he knew the man from, and his eyes opened wide in surprise.<br><br>It had been close a century since the two men had been acquaintances. It was back when Elias had been exploring being a criminal and had been running with a bad crowd. The two had not been friends but had crossed paths several times back then. He smiled warmly again and extended his hand to Max. “Hey, Max, I never thought I would see you again. A whitelighter, considering how we met this is certainly a surprise, congratulations.” Seeing how Max had positioned himself in front of his charge Elias sighed. “Oh, will you relax. I work for the other side of law now, as bond retrieval. I've been in the manor for several hours now, if I meant anybody here any harm I would have done so before now.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>31-12-2017, 18:04:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn-images-1.medium.com/max/1600/0*2417MxeUm-jF7zrp.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rosalyn Mitchell-Halliwell<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March, little after midnight.<br><strong>Location:</strong>Halliwell Manor,&nbsp; her bedroom<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Casual streetwear (https://www.polyvore.com/rose_mitchell-halliwell_work_clothes/set?id=232871523[/URL)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Victoria, Open.<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content:</strong> Very sleepy, doesn't remember it's her birthday or Tempest's (She's behind on her days in her exhaustion)<br><br><hr><br>Rosalyn groaned when she heard her cousin's voice through the door, she was tempted to just roll over and go back to sleep... but this was Victoria at the door, she'd been like a big sister to her more than a cousin, she would be kicking herself in the morning if she didn't go and apologize for not finding time to call Victoria about staying late...<br><br>The tired brunette slowly rolled off the bed and onto her feet, trudging wearily towards the door and softly pulling it open “Hey Victoria... I know, I know, I didn't call... I'm sorry if I worried you, things got crazy at work and there was one little girl that didn't want me to leave, I stayed with her till she fell asleep”<br><br>She rubbed the right side of her face and yawned “What time is it anyway? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lisa2lady</strong> on <strong>31-12-2017, 18:34:02</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: &nbsp;Victoria Halliwell-Morris (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=280409.msg13785989#msg13785989)<br><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/GvVQlnc.jpg)</div><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March, around midnight.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Halliwell Manor, Attic ➽ Rosalyn’s bedroom<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &nbsp;Stormy weather &nbsp;(https://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=232920377 [/URL) <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open｜ Rosalyn <br><strong>Content:</strong> Talking With Rosalyn ➽ Checking up on everyone<br><br><br>As Victoria waited for a response from Rosalyn she heard Tempest let out a high pitch scream, she could sense the extra person and it was not hard to tell someone had gotten their White lighter. The wave of excitement washed over her, Victoria knew the feeling very well. When she first met Elliott she almost died from the excitement. It was an amazing moment to receive a white light it meant that they were full witches. If Tempest received hers Rosalyn should be hearing from hers soon.&nbsp; In that moment Victoria considered how rude it would be to spoil her big day by turning into a nagging mother. <br><br>It sooth her temper a little, so much that she could not bring herself to yell at Rosalyn at least not on her birthday. "Vicky! Ros! Kamea?! Guess what!!! My white lighters here!" Before Vicky could congratulate her, the birthday girl disappeared down the stairs dragging along her white lighter.<br><br>&nbsp;She was just about to give up on Rosalyn and head downstairs when the door open. The Burnett did not even give her a chance to speak.&nbsp; “Hey Victoria... I know, I know, I didn't call... I'm sorry if I worried you, things got crazy at work and there was one little girl that didn't want me to leave, I stayed with her till she fell asleep”. Instead of adding to her crummy day Victoria smiled at her before swinging her arms around her “Don't worry about that right now. Happy Birthday!!!” she cheered as she pulled her into a tight hug.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Levi</strong> on <strong>31-12-2017, 18:55:31</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: &nbsp;Tempest Halliwell (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=280409.msg13785989#msg13785989)<br><div class="floatright">(https://hairstylemonkey.co.in/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/Ancient-greek-goddess-hairstyle.jpg)</div><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March, around midnight.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Tempest's bedroom<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; a sting top white low cut top and high ridding pink striped pajamas shorts<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Maximus - Kamea -Elias<br><strong>Content:</strong> Stranger in the kitchen<br><hr><br>Tempest gazed round the broad back of her white lighter and gazed at the stranger, the blond had been about to announce that she had no clue who the guy in question was but Elias jumped in with his introduction. Ah! An innocent, well that explained everything, although all the girls had active powers Victoria was the only one up until now that is that had been demon hunting. As the delicious aroma of cookies began to waft through the kitchen, Tempest wandered back to the stair case " Vicky! Ros! You up?!" Her shout would have woken the dead so even if the other two cousins were sound asleep they wouldn't be now!<br><br>Returning to the kitchen she grinned at Elias. "Thanks, it's my cousin Rosalyn's birthday too! Hey Kamea, how many cookies do you want to bet that she's forgotten....again!" Well known for her caring nature Rosalyn had sometimes not remembered her birthday till 11:59pm at the end of her day. Wandering over to where Kamea was whipping up a batch of cookies Tempest cheekily dipped a finger into the bowl. Sucking her finger into her mouth she grinned at her youngest cousin.<br><br>"I wonder what Rosalyn's whitelighter will be like?" She wondered turning back and leaning up against the cabinets Tempest gazed at Elias her curiosity over the man piked and she grinned "So you know Max of old? Got any funny stories?" She asked as she glanced under her long eyelashes at her white lighter. A blush came over her face as she watched his body shift to try and keep both her and Elias in view. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>31-12-2017, 19:02:17</strong>
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				(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/55/LrcJz.jpg)<br>Name: Anduin Fordring<br>Date/Time: March, around midnight.<br>Location: Halliwell Manor Attic<br>Wearing: Pictured, t-shirt with an over shirt open and jeans<br>Tagging: Open<br>Content: Appearing to meet...no one? Someone? Wow the Elders were off.<br><br>&nbsp;Anduin sighed a bit as he felt the tug of the summons by the Elders. He had been practicing his sword to help focus his mind after the funeral service for his previous charge. She hadn't been a great witch, but she had been a good one and with his guidance she had become successful in her life. Before leaving her grave he had orbed her favorite necklace to her. One he'd helped create for her, she had liked the runes he had helped her inscribe on it and such. There hadn't been anything romantic between them. He was straight and she was a lesbian. The modern era was certainly interesting that was for sure. However he'd seen things change over his long life so this was just part of this era. He had come here to the top of the Golden Gate Bridge to practice. It always helped him after he buried a charge, regardless of how they passed on. Then he'd gotten the call. "Well that's fast. Normally I'd get a day to myself before they call me in for the next gig." he remarked with a light chuckle before orbing away. <br><br>&nbsp;So he had gotten his next assignment, guiding Roslyn Mitchel-Halliwell. Wow that was something he hadn't expected, but that was the way this job worked. He'd been given the task to meet the newest charge and help watch over her. Each of the Halliwell children was powerful enough in their own right to deserve their own individual Whitelighter. So they had sent him on his mission to meet with them tonight of all nights. He then materialized inside the attic of the famous Halliwell mansion. Only no one was here? Wait what? Wasn't someone suppose to be here? He turned his eyes skyward. "Um...guys I think you messed up the timing. You know wrong turn at Albuquerque? Just saying." he said with a light chuckle in his voice. Yeah he sometimes liked to make a few jokes at their expense.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;He shook his head as he held out his hand. "Ocarina." he said before it appeared in his hand. He smiled at the worn age of the wooden instrument. One of his charges had taught him how to play it and had given him the finely made little flute as a gift. He would play it ever now and again just because it was a great way to pass the time. So he looked around the room and smiled when he saw an old chair off in the corner. He settled into the plush cushion of the older piece of furniture. "Mmm this is nice." he said. Ever since the modern era had come along and by that he meant within the last eighty years he'd come to like their chairs. This one was an older one but it still had enough life left in it. Though he could tell it had been used for baby duty more than a few times. At least that's what he assumed several of the stains on it had come from anyway.&nbsp; He smiled again as he put to the flute his lips and slowly began to play a little tune.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>31-12-2017, 23:20:46</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Zoey “Zo” Taylor (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=280409.msg13794937#msg13794937)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March, around midnight.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Halliwell Manor, kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/2c/d6/b2/2cd6b2a97f62bbfce3fb24627a41544e.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitchen people<br><strong>Content:</strong> Sleepy and wondering what the commotion is all about.<br><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/10/Alexis-ren-2.jpg)</div> The tall lithe frame of one Zoey Taylor wandered into the kitchen having woken up with all of the commotion.&nbsp; Her blonde hair was a tussled, bed-headed mess and her eyes appeared only to comprehend half of what she was seeing. Which at the moment was a group of vaguely familiar blurs.&nbsp; She scratched absentmindedly at her head and yawned loudly even as she spoke.<br><br>“Hey everyone.&nbsp; What’s going on?”&nbsp; Zoey was still in the black camisole and short gray sleep shorts with little frills around her thighs that she had fallen to sleep in.&nbsp; A pair of pink slippers complete with bunny ears were her only concession to getting dressed. Sleepy eyes tried to focus noting some blurry forms that she was not familiar with.&nbsp; She wandered over to the kitchen island and rested her elbows on it where she dropped her chin.&nbsp; Zoey had been sleeping in the Halliwell’s study for the last week and she was already nesting.&nbsp; It was only supposed to last for a couple of days until Zoey found a place of her own, but it was just so nice having housemates, especially ones that took care of everything, that Zoey hadn’t seen any reason to look for a better place.&nbsp; She was pretty sure a better one didn’t exist. <br><br>“Oh hi sweetie.” She greeted the way too giddy for the hour, Tempest, who had one of those unfamiliar blurs in tow.&nbsp; Apparently, he was someone important so she really tried to make his face come into focus.&nbsp; “Happy birthday,” she added with a smile.&nbsp; “Who are the cute guys?” Zo asked the Halliwell cousins while hiking a thumb back towards the men in the kitchen as if they couldn’t hear her.<br><br>Things were starting to come into focus as she watched Tempest and her younger cousin Prudence working on a batch of something, maybe… “Cookies!&nbsp; Mmmm.”&nbsp; Zoey’s mind was pretty easily distracted on a good day, but still half asleep she hadn’t even waited for the girls to answer her question before her eyes alighted at the sight of batter.&nbsp; Even better someone else was making them!&nbsp; Oh happy day…er…night…er…whatever.<br><br>"What kind Prudence?&nbsp; Smells yummy."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>01-01-2018, 07:00:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn-images-1.medium.com/max/1600/0*2417MxeUm-jF7zrp.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rosalyn Mitchell-Halliwell<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March, little after midnight.<br><strong>Location:</strong>Halliwell Manor,&nbsp; her bedroom<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Casual streetwear (https://www.polyvore.com/rose_mitchell-halliwell_work_clothes/set?id=232871523[/URL)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Victoria, Open.<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content:</strong> Very sleepy, mind blown {Just realized it's hers and Tempest's birthday}<br><br><hr><br><strong>{Victoria}</strong>“Don't worry about that right now. Happy Birthday!!!” <br><br>“Oh my goodness, is that today?!” Rosalyn gasped as she returned her beloved cousin's embrace “I guess I got so busy at the shelter, the days got away from me...”<br><br>Her eyes widened as the realization hit her, she leaned back in her cousin's arms a little “Oh no! I forgot to bake the cake and I never wished Tempest a happy birthday! Do you think she'll forgive me? I promised I'd bake her favorite cake with frosting roses going around the edges... I feel so bad”<br><br>That was the Rosalyn was, even if it was also her birthday too... she was more likely to be thinking about others before she was thinking about herself, she just hoped that Temptest wouldn't think she deliberately forgot about her.<br><br>“Did you have to cover for me?” Rosalyn asked softly, her face tinting with shame “I really hope you didn't get stuck with cake duty on my account. If I get some coffee in me, I bet I could still make it happen. Like you always say, we're a family and family has each others backs”<br><br>She blushed a little deeper as she realized she'd been ranting ever since she realized everything she'd forgotten and her cousin hadn't had much chance to say much “I'm sorry... you know I ramble when I'm nervous or embarrassed...”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaia</strong> on <strong>01-01-2018, 07:33:14</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Prudence Kamea Halliwell (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=280409.msg13786120#msg13786120)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March, around midnight.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Halliwell Manor, kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured, with black leggings, barefoot<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elias l Tempest l Max l Zo l Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Invasion of the cousins<br><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://s9.favim.com/orig/140917/beautiful-hayley-hot-phoebe-tonkin-Favim.com-2075989.png)</div>A whitelighter and an innocent. In any other house, that would be strange, but in this one, it was commonplace.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her cousins just turned nineteen, so it was even expected, at least as far as the whitelighter went.&nbsp; Kamea was a little young for her own if you went by normal witch law, but the elders had seen fit to count her in with the rest of the halliwell clan as a full witch.&nbsp; <br><br>The innocent wanted to make a sandwich.&nbsp; That puzzled her, because in her experience, innocents are generally less concerned with eating and more with how they were going to survive whatever was going on.&nbsp; Normally, the brunette had to force feed the poor souls that her cousin brought home.&nbsp; Not this one.&nbsp; This one wanted to eat, and what's more, he wanted to make it himself.&nbsp; "Have at it."<br><br>Putting down the bowl for a second, Kamea started throwing together a cake.&nbsp; If there was an innocent in the house, trouble couldn't be far behind.&nbsp; Her cousins deserved at least some semblance of normalcy, and what was more normal than a cake for your birthday? Soon she was working on both things, side by side.&nbsp; "Well, I don't dare take that bet, with her history," the brunette quipped as she began to spoon the mixture onto a baking sheet.&nbsp; "Hey!&nbsp; Hands off the goods," Kamea lightly tapped her cousins hand as she swiped some&nbsp; batter.<br><br>Zoey entered the kitchen as the girl was finishing up the batter for the cake and was pouring it into the cake pan.&nbsp; "Well, apparently one is a whitelighter, and the other is someone Victoria dragged home."&nbsp; Into the oven it went, along with the cookies that the blonde now noticed.&nbsp; "Chocolate chip!"&nbsp; Before she forgot, the girl set two timers and turned to face everyone.&nbsp; "There's a cake in the oven.&nbsp; &nbsp;Why don't we move this party elsewhere?"&nbsp; Kamea crossed her arms over her chest as she spoke.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lisa2lady</strong> on <strong>01-01-2018, 09:00:30</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: &nbsp;Victoria Halliwell-Morris (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=280409.msg13785989#msg13785989)<br><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/GvVQlnc.jpg)</div><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March, around midnight.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Halliwell Manor, Attic ➽ Rosalyn’s bedroom<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &nbsp;Stormy weather &nbsp;(https://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=232920377 [/URL) <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open｜ Rosalyn <br><strong>Content:</strong> Talking With Rosalyn ➽ Checking up on everyone<br><br><br>Over the years she had gotten used to Rosalyn and did not mind letting her get it all off her chest.&nbsp; As she continued to speak Victoria could not help but smile at her little cousin and how worried she was about Tempest when it was her birthday too.&nbsp; It was something she loved her family they always looked after one another. It was that bond that gave the family strength and motivated the young Victoria to stay in the Manor. <br><br>&nbsp;Like Rosalyn, Victoria felt just as guilty for not being able to bake a cake or celebrate their birthdays properly. It was something she would eventually have to make up for at some point in the day.&nbsp; “I'm sorry... you know I ramble when I'm nervous or embarrassed...”&nbsp; She released her from her embrace and smiled at her “Its&nbsp; because I love you I let you rant.” She teased “Don’t worry about Tempest, haven’t you heard she got her White lighter she is way too distracted to worry about a cake. And you…” Suddenly she paused as she noticed there was another presence in the house, this time she noticed the sound of the flute before she noticed the emotions.<br><br>Sometimes she hated being empath even when she was not trying she could always sense people before others. Especially white lighters they had this uniqueness about them, this holiness that hides their complex emotions. Her attention quickly returned back to Rosalyn “Well that interesting.”&nbsp; Her light brown eyes quickly lit up “Somewhere around here there is either a lost white lighter trying to summon you or a lost flute player who stumbled into our home.” She said jokily “my money is on the flute player” she added laughing a little at her own corny joke. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>01-01-2018, 09:45:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn-images-1.medium.com/max/1600/0*2417MxeUm-jF7zrp.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rosalyn Mitchell-Halliwell<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March, little after midnight.<br><strong>Location:</strong>Halliwell Manor,&nbsp; her bedroom&gt;Attic<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Casual streetwear (https://www.polyvore.com/rose_mitchell-halliwell_work_clothes/set?id=232871523[/URL)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Victoria, Anduin.<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> Tempest <br><strong>Content:</strong> Meeting her whitelighter<br><br><hr><br><strong>{Victoria}</strong> “Its&nbsp; because I love you I let you rant.” She teased “Don’t worry about Tempest, haven’t you heard she got her White lighter she is way too distracted to worry about a cake. And you…” <br><br>“I love you too, Victoria, so much” Rosalyn responded warmly, reacting then to the other bit of news about Tempest and her new whitelighter “Oh, she did? That's so great! I'll have to congratulate her!” <br><br>About the exact same time as her older cousin, Rosalyn felt the new presence in the house, a whitelighter's presence... it felt like it was coming from the attic, which meant it certainly wasn't Tempest's whitelighter... and was that... music? Some kind of wind instrument... a flute perhaps?<br><br><strong>{Victoria}</strong> “Well that interesting.”&nbsp; Her light brown eyes quickly lit up “Somewhere around here there is either a lost white lighter trying to summon you or a lost flute player who stumbled into our home.” She said jokily “my money is on the flute player”<br><br>“I love you, you silly goose” Rosalyn said with a warm teasing smile before she looked up at the ceiling “I guess I'll orb on up there and check things out. If it's my whitelighter, I ought to greet them properly. I'll report back soon”<br><br>She leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her cousin's right cheek before she took a step back and orbed herself up to the attic... <br><br><hr><br>When she materialized to her intended destination and caught sight of the newcomer, a delicate maiden pink blush graced her features...<br><br>He was so handsome... he was fairly tall by the looks of him and cut a trim but nonetheless well built figure, his hair looked feather soft with a honey kissed hue... his clothes looked simple and comfortable, but that did not hinder him from resembling the handsome prince from a girl's dreamy fairy tale fantasies...<br><br>Gone was the sleepiness from before, at least by a large degree... she took a discreet deep breath as she attempted to regain her composure before she approached him where he sat with his flute “Um, hi there... my cousin Tempest already met her whitelighter I hear, so I am guessing you are here for me? I'm Rosalyn, Rosalyn Mitchell-Halliwell...”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>01-01-2018, 09:58:11</strong>
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				(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/55/LrcJz.jpg)<br>Name: Anduin Fordring<br>Date/Time: March, around midnight.<br>Location: Halliwell Manor Attic<br>Wearing: Pictured, t-shirt with an open over shirt , jeans and pair of work boots<br>Tagging: Roslyn, Open<br>Content: Meeting a witch, one wrong turn at Albuquerque later.<br><br>&nbsp;Anduin looked up from his ocarina when noticed the flash of light from orbing. At first he wondered if the Elders had sent a third whitelighter, once more a little off course. Then his eyes fell on the maiden before him and he offered her a smile. <em>"Well Andi ole boy seems you still got it with the ladies."</em> he thought with a mental chuckle. He wasn't a womanizer in the least, but that didn't mean he didn't recognize that look on a witch's face when he saw it. He knew he was a relatively handsome man and couldn't begrudge the girl's look. It had happened before so he had come used to it. Then she introduced herself and he set the flute down before standing up from the chair. "Ah it is finally good to meet you Ms. Halliwell. As you might have guessed yes I am your Whitelighter. Anduin Fordring, please to meet you." he said to her with an inclination of his head to her and a friendly if slightly roguish grin on his face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>01-01-2018, 18:55:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn-images-1.medium.com/max/1600/0*2417MxeUm-jF7zrp.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rosalyn Mitchell-Halliwell<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March, little after midnight.<br><strong>Location:</strong>Halliwell Manor,&nbsp; Attic<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Casual streetwear (https://www.polyvore.com/rose_mitchell-halliwell_work_clothes/set?id=232871523[/URL)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Anduin<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> Her elder cousins, though only mentally.<br><strong>Content:</strong> Oh wow, he is so cute... focus! Focus!<br><br><hr><br><strong>{Anduin}</strong>"Ah it is finally good to meet you Ms. Halliwell. As you might have guessed yes I am your Whitelighter. Anduin Fordring, please to meet you." <br><br>That smile... this guy wasn't just handsome, he knew he was handsome too... those kind of men could be trouble if a lady didn't keep her wits about her... she'd have to be careful if she didn't want a lecture of being sensible and responsible about her choices from any one of her elder cousins.<br><br>That in mind, Rosalyn gave him a genuinely warm welcoming smile “It's a pleasure to meet you, Anduin... and since we're going to be seeing a lot of each other from now, please call me Rosalyn, okay?”<br><br>She moved a cushioned white wicker chair near by where Anduin was seated, she blushed a little bit those as a sensation of awkwardness fell upon her... what did you say to such a handsome studmuffin that you were expected to work with?<br><br>“So um... I'm new to this whole thing, should we like... get to know each other a little... or what?” Rosalyn asked “I apologize in advance too if I am a little bit awkward, I can be that way when I'm nervous and... I'll admit it, I am indeed nervous right about now. I would very much like us to be friends though, not just partners”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>01-01-2018, 22:28:25</strong>
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				(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/55/LrcJz.jpg)<br>Name: Anduin Fordring<br>Date/Time: March, around midnight.<br>Location: Halliwell Manor Attic<br>Wearing: Pictured, t-shirt with an open over shirt , jeans and pair of work boots<br>Tagging: Roslyn, Open<br>Content: Meeting a witch, one wrong turn at Albuquerque later.<br><br>&nbsp;Her enthusiasm and awkwardness was actually kind of cute. He offered her a small smile when she apologized. "Oh no Ms. Halliwell that's perfectly fine. I've known several witches and warlocks who was awkward upon first meeting their whitelighter for the first time. So trust me it's only natural. So take a deep breath and..." he said to her dragging it out a bit as he gently reached out his finger and tapped her on the nose. "...relax. I'm here to guide you and teach you how to be both a better witch and a better person." he said finally orbing away the old instrument before looking around. "Though between you and I think the Elders are getting a little rusty in their old age. They made that infamous wrong turn at Albuquerque when directing me here." he said offering a light joke to help break the ice and get her to relax.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norsegod1839</strong> on <strong>02-01-2018, 01:10:21</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Maximus Stone<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March, around midnight.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Halliwell Manor moving into the kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Beat up old jeans, hiking boots, brown T shirt <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone in the kitchen<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> N/A<br><br>Of all the times he imagined meeting Tempest this wasnt what he thought it would be like. Then again he knew the stories of old from the Charmed ones. How busy and chaotic their lives could be. <br><br>Still hearing about it and preparing it were entirely different things. <br><br>Before Max could even figure out WHAT to do about a man who claimed to know him from his pre white lighter days the kitchen filled up as the other sisters came into play. None of them seemed to nonplussed about the fact that their "innocent" was anything but. Was he a demon? Or something else entirely? <br><br>Whatever he was he didn't seem to intent on hurting anyone so Max decided to let him slide for now. Elias dropped further down the totem pole as well when another unknown female walked into the kitchen and began chatting with the girls as if it was nothing! Max eyes practically bulged out of his head as he took it all in and tried to make sense of it. His eyes flickered to Tempest giving her a look that clearly said "what the hell". <br><br>"I should go gather your other white lighters" Max said raising his hand and stepping out of the kitchen. Annoyance crossed his features and he felt slightly put out that the senior white lighter wasn't aware of what was happening! <br><br>"Anduin!" Max called out speaking to his partner white lighter. He could sense the man in the house currently talking to his charge upstairs. Unfortunately Victoria's white lighter was away dealing with the elders and a threat to the Halliwell they were trying to track down. Anduin needed to know however about the influx of people in the manor and what was going on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>02-01-2018, 19:55:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://asset3.modelmanagement.com/mm-eyJ0Ijp7InIiOiIzMjAi/fSwiaWQiOiJpMzYxMzI5/IiwiZiI6InBuZyJ9.png)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elias Watkins (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=280409.msg13785993#msg13785993)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March, around midnight.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Halliwell Manor, kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Flannel shirt, jean jacket to hide his stunner, jeans, no shoes or socks.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kamea, Tempest, Max, Zoey, Open<br><strong>Contents:</strong> New meetings, awkward old acquaintance.<br><br><hr><br>The once quiet dark house was suddenly a whirl wind of activity. He had been so awestruck at being in the legendary Halliwell manor and suddenly in the company of two of the newest generation of Halliwell witches Elias had completely forgotten that as an innocent he should be ignorant of magic. With the stories he had heard how could he not be excited? It was exciting news on top of everything else. So exciting in fact that he forgot that he had just asked permission to make a sandwich, which the brunette gave him that permission to do. It was the as of yet unnamed blonde's 19th birthday, making her a fully accepted witch and she had her new white lighter in tow to prove it. Just as nobody seemed to notice his knowledge that he should not have, he remained oblivious to his slip up too. Before Max had a chance to respond the blonde went out to the foot of the stairs and shouted, loud enough that Elias flinched in the kitchen and dropped the hand he had extended to Max. It seemed in the excitement the young witches had forgotten to introduce themselves.<br><br>From the shout Elias knew there were two more witches in the house, Vicky, of course, he knew. Ros must have been the one that had orbed upstairs instead of climbing them, so he had no idea what she looked like. He knew she had gone up stairs as he could sense everybody in the house. He knew that Victoria had come down from the attic and gone to the room this Ros had orbed to. He was also aware of another presence just appearing in the house, in the attic. Then as the blonde came back and announced that it was also her cousin, Rosalyn's birthday he glanced upward. The person upstairs that was not Victoria, so he guessed it must be Ros/Rosalyn, just vanished from the second floor and appeared in the attic. Before he looked back down and could say anything though the blonde heading for the brunette and he at least got her name. It was certainly entertaining watching the two witches.<br><br>When the blonde mused about Rosalyn's white lighter Elias again glanced up. “I'm sure we'll find out shortly. I expected that even in the attic they heard your shout.” He looked at her and shook his when she ask about any funny stories about Max. “Sorry, no. I didn't know him well. Our paths just crossed every now and then before he...ah...died.”<br><br>Then the other young woman he had sensed in the house but not yet seen entered the kitchen. She was a pretty blonde, again wearing rather skimpy pajamas and looking very much like she had just awakened and she addressed Kamea as Prudence. He had assumed that she was yet another Halliwell witch and the way she came in did nothing to change that perception. He arched a brow slightly when this new blonde asked the two witches about the cute guys.<br><br>Max left the room without acknowledging Elias which kind of confused him, but still a lot was happening. He was sure the white lighter had not been expecting his first meeting with his new charge would be so chaotic, especially making that meeting just minutes into her birthday. Then when Kamea/Prudence went to shoo everybody out of the kitchen Elias raised his hands and made a T with them, indicating he wanted a “Time out” in everything that was happening all at once.<br><br>“One I'm not leaving until I get my sammich. Two Max and I have been asked about but none of you ladies have introduced yourselves. I now know Kamea or Prudence simply because I listened as you addressed each other.” He gestured to Kamea, then to Tempest. “But right now you're just the birthday girl.” Finally he turned to the last girl. “And you're, bunny, because of your slippers. I'm Elias.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SithLordOfSnark</strong> on <strong>03-01-2018, 04:25:22</strong>
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				Name: David Turner<br>Location: His Bedroom, His House<br>When: March, Around Midnight<br><br><hr><br>David couldn't sleep. He'd been having nightmares for several weeks, and they were keeping him from being able to sleep a proper sleep, so he was tossing and turning with a sigh as he finally decided to sit up in his bed. He walked down the stairs and towards the kitchen, deciding that maybe finding something to eat would help him out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Levi</strong> on <strong>03-01-2018, 21:59:53</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: &nbsp;Tempest Halliwell (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=280409.msg13785989#msg13785989)<br><div class="floatright">(https://hairstylemonkey.co.in/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/Ancient-greek-goddess-hairstyle.jpg)</div><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 1st, around midnight.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen - Dinning room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; a sting top white low cut top and high ridding pink striped pajamas shorts<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Maximus - Kamea -Elias- Zoey<br><strong>Content:</strong> intro's<br><hr><br>Tempest laughed as she got repremanded by her youngest cousin. Her laugh boomed and echoed around the room and she shot a wink at Elias. "Sorry! We're probably a bit to lax in the introductions round here! I'm Tempest, the cook is Kamea or Prudence. That lazy ass blond over there is my friend Zoe she's staying here for a spell" dusting her hands together as a job well done, the blond moved over to where Zoe stood and gave the girl a big hug and ruffled her already shaggy hair " Sorry did we wake you girlfriend?! Thanks!"&nbsp; As Tempest moved out of the kitchen and allowed herself to be shepparded towards the dinning room she briefly wondered how to explain the two unknown men in the kitchen and if Max's shout was anything to go by Rosalyn had received her whitelighter to.<br><br>"Max that's the blond, he's an old friend of the family. Elias the other guy is umm?! Someone Victoria brought home?" It wasn't a lie as such Tempest had tried to keep to the truth but Zoe didn't know she was a witch and Tempest didn't really want to keep the secret from Zoe. Wandering into the dinning room she flicked on the lights. Quiet suddenly the whole conversation that Elias had just had with the cousins sunk in. Wait a minute she though to herself, the guy knew about witches, whitelighters....no innocent knew that kind of information!<br><br>Panic flared through her as Tempest moved swiftly back towards the door, glancing into the corridor between the kitchen and the dinning room. What should she do? The blond couldn't use her power in front of Zoe, she could only hope that Elias would be left in the kitchen alone and Tempest could make some excuse to Zoe and make her way back there. Sitting casually at the table as if nothing was wrong, she wondered if Victoria had picked up on her concern and if she would know what it would mean. Turning to the other blond Tempest grinned. "Well you can't say I didn't warn you about our crazy house!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>03-01-2018, 23:53:45</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Zoey “Zo” Taylor (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=280409.msg13794937#msg13794937)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March, around midnight.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Halliwell Manor, kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/2c/d6/b2/2cd6b2a97f62bbfce3fb24627a41544e.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitchen people<br><strong>Content:</strong> Cookies! And infatuation, but mostly cookies.<br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/10/Alexis-ren-2.jpg)</div>“Mmmm.&nbsp; Chocolate Chip.&nbsp; My favorite.” Zoey was obviously way more interesting in the baking than she was the introductions. Her blue eyes spying the dish of perfectly cut lemon bars sitting on the counter she almost missed Elias’s little rant about not being introduced.&nbsp; At the mention of Bunny Zoey curled one finely-toned leg up and wiggled her foot so the wobbly ears and button eyes waved at him from upside down.&nbsp; All the while the hand that left her chin walked slowly towards the tray of sweet and sour bars as if no one would notice.&nbsp; &nbsp;She was almost there when Tempest walked over to her and snatched her up in the warm embrace.&nbsp; For a moment she wore a forlorn expression, but it faded quickly in the snuggly warmth of Tempest’s arms. <br><br>“Yeppers.&nbsp; Yah did,” She said with a squeeze of her arms. “But I totally forgive you Tempe.”&nbsp; If Zoey was upset at being called lazy she certainly didn’t let on.&nbsp; In fact, she stifled another yawn with her hand.&nbsp; “Hi Max.&nbsp; Hey Sammie.”&nbsp; Zoey said letting go of her bestie.&nbsp; If Elias wanted to play the nickname game Zoey was up for the challenge.&nbsp; It did miff her a little that the dude was in someone else’s house and giving his host demands.&nbsp; That was just rude.&nbsp; ‘I mean take advantage of their hospitality all you want, but don’t be all rude about it,’ she thought as she picked up the butter knife that someone had used to cut the lemon bars and started working one of the corners to pry it loose.&nbsp; The corners were the best ones. Her tongue just barely sticking out at the corner of her mouth as she worked the edge popping it up without ever disturbing the ones around it.<br><br>“Mmmm.” She said holding it up to take a generous bite as she walked over to the refrigerator giving Prudence a quick smile and a wink.&nbsp; She made certain that her body was between Elias and the inside of the refrigerator, using the door to help as she reached far into the back of the fridge.&nbsp; She was humming a little toon she had heard on the radio earlier in the day and began to shift her legs back and forth her butt wiggling a little with the music.&nbsp; Concentrating on the image and taste of a delicious sub she brought her will to bear and with a snap of her fingers there in the fridge was a glorious sandwich with all the trimmings.&nbsp; She even remembered the plastic wrap around it.&nbsp; Pulling the sandwich out with her she stood up straight and held it out to Elias.<br><br>“One sammie for Sammie.” She said grabbing a plate and setting the foot-long hoagie down, sliding it across the island.&nbsp; Now let’s do what Prudence asked and make ourselves scarce.” Zoey suggested holding her hand out as if to say after you.&nbsp; She took another bite of her bar and made it look like she was going to leave with the others before she plopped down on a stool looking longingly at it.<br><br>“I thought they would never leave.” She said with a sigh and took another bite.&nbsp; Chewing happily, she spun around in her chair to face Prudence with a contented smile.&nbsp; “How long before the cookies are done?” she asked sliding the tray of lemon bars closer. Zoey’s perpetually sleepy eyes watched the pretty witch move about the kitchen.&nbsp; She had known Prudence for almost as long as she had known Tempest.&nbsp; Zoey had met the Halliwell girls in elementary school.&nbsp; She and Tempest had been friends at first sight.&nbsp; They had been inseparable in those years. This was before magic had become a part of either of their lives, not that they knew that. They remained friends through middle school and into high school where Zoey met Prudence through her cousin.&nbsp; The only fight Zoey could remember her and Tempe having was over Prudence. Zoey had taken an instant liking to the gangly girl when she was a Junior and Prue was a Freshman.&nbsp; They began to hang out almost as much as Zo and Tempe did which apparently made Tempe jealous and they had gotten into a big fight about it. It was just one of those stupid things, but Zoey, in an effort to make amends focused her attention on Tempe and she and Prue drifted apart. <br><br>That never stopped their friendship in Zoey’s mind, just put it on hold.&nbsp; Now that she was living in the Halliwell’s study she had fallen right back into old habits and could often be found hanging with Prudence as much as she could be with Tempest.&nbsp; This time Tempe was so busy it didn’t seem to bother her at all.&nbsp; Maybe they were just a little older and knew that nothing, not even Tempe’s sister, would come between their friendship.&nbsp; Zoey liked to think so.&nbsp; The older girls weren’t the only ones to have changed.&nbsp; Zoey’s eyes followed Prudence.&nbsp; Prue wasn’t that gangly, quirky, little freshman girl that had captured Zo’s attention.&nbsp; She was beautiful and loving and feisty.&nbsp; She was still quirky which Zoey absolutely adored and my god could she cook!<br><br>“You are going to make someone very happy someday.”&nbsp; It was something Zoey’s mom used to say to her when she was growing up and trying to learn how to do all those domestic things her mother thought would make her a good wife.&nbsp; “Sweet, sugary and tasty,” she said looking at the lemon bar. “Your cookies are good too.” She added with a grin as she continued to nibble away, savoring each bite, her bunny tipped toes wiggling in delight.<br><br>&nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>04-01-2018, 06:25:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn-images-1.medium.com/max/1600/0*2417MxeUm-jF7zrp.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rosalyn Mitchell-Halliwell<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March, little after midnight.<br><strong>Location:</strong>Halliwell Manor,&nbsp; Attic<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Casual streetwear (https://www.polyvore.com/rose_mitchell-halliwell_work_clothes/set?id=232871523[/URL)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Anduin<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> Max (though she doesn't really know who the voice belonged to).<br><strong>Content:</strong> Getting to know him<br><br><hr><br>So far, her whitelighter seemed like such a nice pleasant guy, she couldn't help but smile warmly as he orbed away the ocarina he was playing earlier. She had thought before it was a flute, but she found it very unique and interesting that he could play the mildly complex instrument, perhaps she might even ask him to teach her.<br><br><strong>{Anduin}</strong> "Though between you and I, I think the Elders are getting a little rusty in their old age. They made that infamous wrong turn at Albuquerque when directing me here."<br><br>Rosalyn chuckled lightly and smiled “My great aunt Piper told us a good deal about the... slip ups... of the elders, it seems even they can make the mistake every now and then”<br><br>“So um... you play the ocarina? The instrument you had was lovely, it looked well crafted” Rosalyn added as she sought to break the ice and get to know her handsome whitelighter a bit better “Where did you get it? Have you been playing long?”<br><br>Rosalyn looked up then as she felt the searching energy of another whitelighter “Did you hear that? I swear I heard someone say your name”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>04-01-2018, 08:42:36</strong>
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				(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/55/LrcJz.jpg)<br>Name: Anduin Fordring<br>Date/Time: March, around midnight.<br>Location: Halliwell Manor Attic<br>Wearing: Pictured, t-shirt with an open over shirt , jeans and pair of work boots<br>Tagging: Roslyn, Open<br>Content: Meeting a witch, one wrong turn at Albuquerque later.<br><br>&nbsp;As she seemed to calm down a bit she asked him about the ocarina and his playing it. "Yeah it was well made. A little gift from a charge of mine who was a wood carver and a local music player." he said taking a moment to think on when he'd gotten the little instrument. "I believe that was about...1890...yeah that sounds about right." he said to her thinking back to the warlock who'd made it for him. "A nice fellow. He was carpenter by trade and moonlighted as one of the town's musicians. He taught me how to play it and we shared many a night just practicing that little thing. I must have spent the better part twenty years on that little stool practicing and playing." he said his smile taking on a light wistful tone and a light chuckle. "Ah good times they were." he said looking up as he heard the call from the other whitelighter. "I guess that must be Max." he said his smile losing the reflective charm it. If anything it almost made him sound like he was an "old soul" as they call it. Then he thought the better of it. He liked sitting here with the girl. "Eh if he wants to come meet me up here he can." he said with a grin. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lisa2lady</strong> on <strong>04-01-2018, 19:00:19</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: &nbsp;Victoria Halliwell-Morris (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=280409.msg13785989#msg13785989)<br><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/GvVQlnc.jpg)</div><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 1, around midnight.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Halliwell Manor: Rosalyn’s bedroom ➽Dinning room <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &nbsp;Stormy weather &nbsp;(https://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=232920377 [/URL) <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> &nbsp;Tempest｜open &nbsp;<br><strong>Content:</strong> Finish talking w/Rosalyn ➽ Checking up on everyone➽ Checking up on Tempest.<br><br>“I love you, you silly goose” Rosalyn said with a warm teasing smile before she looked up at the ceiling “I guess I'll orb on up there and check things out. If it's my whitelighter, I ought to greet them properly. I'll report back soon”, Victoria smiled at her as she gave her a soft kiss on the cheek. “if you love me you will call next time.” She mumbled before taking a step back to give her room to orb out. <br><br>&nbsp;As she did so Victoria gave up on going to bed, how could she with all the excitement around especially Tempest, her gifts would not simply let her ignore it. As she made her way to the stairs the sweet smell of baked goods had filled the air. Her stomach started to growl in protest of her not eating earlier in the day. If she was hungry there was no doubt Elise was too. It was then she remember she had not fed Elias nor had she checked on him in a few hours. “Nice going V he will probably die of starvation before a demon attack,” she thought to herself.&nbsp; She had been monitoring his emotions but had not physically seen his face in a few hours.&nbsp; It was for the best she did find him attractive as a result she tended to fumble around in his presence, which made it hard for her to focus. Even when she would see him around the police station she found herself-fumbling around like a schoolgirl trying to get her crush's attention. <br><br>As she made her way to the bottom of the stairs she heard an unknown male voice call out for an “Anduin” by the tone of the voice she knew it was not anyone she had met before. She had quickly identified him as a whitelighter belonging to Tempest. She was not sure where he was going or who he was calling but she could hear the hint urgency and concern. Though she did not know him well enough to question what it was. She continued to make her way towards the kitchen, she could hear her cousin talking with the others. One voice she quickly identified was Elias. Taking on that role of a school girl she ducked into the guest bathroom to check herself out in the mirror. She fussed with hair ebony curls twisting the curls around her finger trying to ensure they would last a little longer. <br><br>Though she did not have a chance to focus on her looks when suddenly her heart started racing and her thoughts shifted. The feeling of panic washed over her like an ocean wave. Digging deeper into the emotion she found that it was coming from Tempest. She quickly followed it to the dining room mentally preparing herself for the challenge ahead. Since there was still humans in the house she had to be cautions, stepping into the dining room she paused seeing Zoey and Tempest. <br><br>On the outside, everything seemed fine, but Tempest still had that sense of panic about her. Victoria knew both Tempest and Zoey had a complicated relationship in the past. Well, she knew much more then she cared to admit. This made her hesitant to take Zoey in. Although it was just for a few days she worried that things would not go well. Tempest had managed to talk her into it and Victoria found it hard to say no to them.&nbsp; Her first thought when she saw the two alone was that something was said between the two that caused panic but there was also a sense of danger which challenged these thoughts. She would not get any answers unless she spoke with tempest.<br><br>&nbsp;Victoria smiled at the two blonds hiding her own feelings of concern “We’re up late” she spoke as she stepped into the dining room. She did not give them a chance to really responded “Zoey can I borrow the birthday girl for just a minute.” once again it was more of her being nice by asking. She would usher her cousin into the living room. the moment they got far enough from the dining room entrance she asked what was wrong.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaia</strong> on <strong>06-01-2018, 02:57:53</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Prudence Kamea Halliwell (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=280409.msg13786120#msg13786120)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March, around midnight.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Halliwell Manor, kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured, with black leggings, barefoot<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Temptest l Elias l Victoria l Zoey <br><strong>Content:</strong> Suspicions and delicious Cookies!!<br><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://s9.favim.com/orig/140917/beautiful-hayley-hot-phoebe-tonkin-Favim.com-2075989.png)</div>"Kamea," she corrected her cousin, almost bored. She noted the introductions and waved, concentrating on what she was doing.&nbsp; Almost as an afterthought, she realized that there was something more than his need to eat that was off.&nbsp; <em>He knows.</em>&nbsp; An innocent also doesn't generally know about witches, whitelighters and demons.&nbsp; He shouldn't know about orbing, or powers at all.&nbsp; He should be as naive as a baby.<br><br>A nervous glance to her cousins, the brunette realized that they had reached the same conclusion, moving the group out of the kitchen as quickly as Zoey ushered them out.&nbsp; Truthfully, Kamea really didn't want to deal with another witchy problem right this second.&nbsp; Perfectly content to distract their house guest, the girl stayed behind, bending over to check the cookies.&nbsp; "About ten minutes, maybe less.&nbsp; The cake has a little longer, then we have to cool it."&nbsp; The brunette turned back to smile at Zoey, "I have to be in the kitchen constantly to keep up with your sweet tooth!"&nbsp; <br><br>Grabbing a drink, the girl sat down and looked at Zoey.&nbsp; There was a time when they were closer, but for a reason she didn't know or understand, Zoey had pulled away from her.&nbsp; It had hurt at the time, but time had passed, and now it seemed that their friendship had picked right back up where it left off.&nbsp; A pause, if you will.&nbsp; Kamea was thankful, because the girl never failed to make her smile.&nbsp; She needed more friends like that.&nbsp; <br><br>A laugh exploded from her, "Me?&nbsp; Make someone happy?&nbsp; I don't know about all that, now.&nbsp; Some of us are cursed."&nbsp; Shaking her head, the girl looked away with a smile.&nbsp; "I'm really glad you like them, you know.&nbsp; I need to know your favorite things if you're staying very long."&nbsp; The girl was the only one who could get away with calling her Prudence.&nbsp; A part of her hoped she stayed a little longer, even though she knew it was a bad idea for their saving innocents.&nbsp; She sighed heavily, lost in thought.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>06-01-2018, 18:45:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://asset3.modelmanagement.com/mm-eyJ0Ijp7InIiOiIzMjAi/fSwiaWQiOiJpMzYxMzI5/IiwiZiI6InBuZyJ9.png)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elias Watkins (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=280409.msg13785993#msg13785993)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March, around midnight.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Halliwell Manor, kitchen to dining room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Flannel shirt, jean jacket to hide his stunner, jeans, no shoes or socks.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kamea, Tempest, Zoey, Victoria, Max, Open<br><strong>Contents:</strong> New names, and a sudden realizations, oops.<br><br><hr><br>After getting the girls' attention the birthday girl introduced herself and the other two young women, her name was Tempest. As each name was given Elias looked at the respective girl with a warm friendly smile and gave a nod. He did not know which name to use for the pretty brunette cooking but she quickly made that clearly by correcting Tempest. The other blonde, Zoe, was just a friend, not a Halliwell, possibly not even a witch. He had to stop and think about things he had said since she entered the room. Had he said something that could reveal the secret to an innocent? She had not reacted to him telling Tempest about knowing Max before he had died. So either Zoe had not heard or already knew about white lighters. There was no way of knowing, so he decided he was just going to have be more careful with what he said around her, until he knew one way or the other what she already knew.<br><br>That line of thought also made him realize that he had just blown his cover as an innocent. This caused his guilt over deceiving them, especially Victoria, to kick into high gear. Sure he had not told her he was an innocent, but he had also not corrected her when she just took it for granted that he was. He was just so curious about what she would do as a witch and so thrilled to be able to get into the Halliwell manor. He knew he would have to tell her, them, eventually but figured he would be able to do so without causing too much alarm. So far in the excitement over Tempest's birthday and arrival of Max, her white lighter nobody had questioned him yet or shown any signs of noticing his mistake. Max knew, it suddenly became clear why Max had left the kitchen without responding to Elias. Max was concerned, and well he should be. Good witches just did not live for over a century without showing signs of extreme aging. So to Max at least Elias had not only revealed that he knew about magic but was not human. He truly meant no harm to anybody in the house, but knew that Max had no way of knowing that or reason to trust him.<br><br>Elias knew that some explaining was about to be needed. Again he forgot about his hunger and wanting a sandwich. He was just starting to follow Max to try and talk to the man when Zoe produced the beautiful foot long sub from the frig. He had completely missed her little butt wiggling dance as she dug in the frig. He glanced from the sandwich to the blonde and gave her a weak smile. “Thank you, Zoe.” He picked it up noticing how&nbsp; nicely it was wrapped, a little confused. Admittedly he was not really looking in the frig when Kamea had been there, but he did not remember seeing such a thing in there. “Sure this doesn't belong to somebody?” He asked the room in general. It looked delicious, made with fresh baked bread and quality meats and cheese. When nobody protested at him having it he pulled back a portion of the plastic. It smelled just as good as it looked.<br><br>Being shooed out of the kitchen and wanting to catch up with Max, Elias took the sandwich and left the kitchen. He paused though sensing that Victoria had come down but was in the bathroom on the ground floor. Her he both really wanted to see, but also dreaded that next meeting due to his having deceived her. He wanted to see her, because he had certainly noticed her and found that he very much liked her and wanted to get to know her better. At the same time he did nothing at previous meetings to get to know her because of his longevity. He usually only pursued women for short term flings because he did not want to become attached, have a long term relationship only to watch that person grow old and die while he changed very little with the passing time. Victoria was definitely not a fling type girl, she was somebody he could see himself easily growing overly attached to. He thought it better to not go down that road and then suffer the pain of lose. Her turning out to be a witch made her all that more attractive to him and a Halliwell too. Yeah there was a bit of a “fanboy” in him.<br><br>While Elias, with sandwich in hand and chewing a bite, went to join Max, Victoria joined Tempest in the dinning room. The cousins quickly moved on into the living. He had heard something about burrowing Tempest so thought the witches had something that needed to be discussed, besides he needed to talk with Max, away from the girls. He had not noticed before but now remembered hearing Max call out a name. It was a name he had heard before, his mother's and grandmother's white lighters had mentioned Anduin on a number of occasions as one of the oldest white lighters there was. So he looked up toward the attic again wondering if this Anduin was the other male he had sensed just appearing up there. If that were the case, perhaps the older white lighter might have known about his mother and even about his own birth and how over the past century and a half, give or take, he had never been a serious threat to witches or innocents. So Elias joined Max in waiting for the senior white lighter to respond. “Well, Max, if Anduin is the one I can sense in the attic and he is not coming down, perhaps we should go up there. That way I can explain things to you both at the same time. As it is I'm going to have to explain everything again to the Halliwells soon enough.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>06-01-2018, 23:14:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn-images-1.medium.com/max/1600/0*2417MxeUm-jF7zrp.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rosalyn Mitchell-Halliwell<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March, little after midnight.<br><strong>Location:</strong>Halliwell Manor,&nbsp; Attic<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Casual streetwear (https://www.polyvore.com/rose_mitchell-halliwell_work_clothes/set?id=232871523[/URL)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Anduin<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> their seekers<br><strong>Content:</strong> Getting to know him<br><br><hr><br><strong>{Anduin}</strong> "Eh if he wants to come meet me up here he can."<br><br>Rosalyn chuckled lightly and smiled “Well, I have a big suspicion that if another whitelighter is willing to nose in on a 'how do you do' between new charge and her whitelighter... it must be pretty important. Shall we head downstairs to see what the matter is? It's that, or if they really want you, they'll come find us”<br><br>The pretty brunette rose from the wicker bench “Do you want to just orb down? Or use the stairs? I'm fine either way”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norsegod1839</strong> on <strong>06-01-2018, 23:23:35</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Maximus Stone<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March, around midnight.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Halliwell Manor moving into the kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Beat up old jeans, hiking boots, brown T shirt <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elias, Rosalyn, Anduin<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> N/A<br><br>"There isn't any need for that" Max replied turning to Elias and giving him another suspicious look. Max hated being suspicious as a general principal as it meant that he wasn't being nice or welcoming to the person. The old soul... or at least the one raised by his grandmother always balked at the idea that he was not being as polite as he could be. Even a hundred years later the old woman's teaching were still working their magic on him. Still.... He had to treat him with caution especially when evidence pointed to him being a demon and casually around the Halliwells. <br><br>"Sounds like they are coming down now" Max said pointing at the second floor "Which means I can focus on you and the fact that you casually know me. I would love to be able to say I remember you... but I do not. However your not a white lighter! Which means your immortality comes from your powers and heritage. The Halliwell seem to trust you but since they are young witches that isn't exactly a glowing recommendation" <br><br>He gestured for Elias to sit and once he did Max crossed his arms. He waited for Anduin to join them cursing under his breath that the senior white lighter was away with his other charge. He was the one who would have the most information or at least he SHOULD. <br><br>"<em>Day one on the job and already dealing with office politics</em>" He thought to himself with a shake of his head. The halliwells and their long history with the white lighters and elders gave them something of a celebrity job posting up in heaven. Which meant people were naturally jealous and that jealousy led to certain... information not being relayed when it should be. <br><br>IE two unknowns in the house of the most powerful witch line the world had. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>06-01-2018, 23:32:44</strong>
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				(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/55/LrcJz.jpg)<br>Name: Anduin Fordring<br>Date/Time: March, around midnight.<br>Location: Halliwell Manor Attic<br>Wearing: Pictured, t-shirt with an open over shirt , jeans and pair of work boots<br>Tagging: Roslyn, Max and Ellias Open<br>Content: Meetings.<br><br>&nbsp;He looked at Rosalyn when she mentioned they should head down to go see what Max might have wanted. He let out a breath. "Yeah I guess and we off to such a good start to and that was such a nice chair to sit in to. Oh well duty calls." he said to her as he stood up himself. "Though lets just go ahead and walk downstairs. I don't exactly like advertising magical things and such if we don't have to. Plus now that I can sense it there are two more people here who shouldn't exactly be here." he said turning to head out the door first and foremost. He made his way down the stairs from the attic itself. He offered a smile to Max. "So then what's up?" he asked the Whitelighter.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>07-01-2018, 00:02:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn-images-1.medium.com/max/1600/0*2417MxeUm-jF7zrp.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rosalyn Mitchell-Halliwell<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March, little after midnight.<br><strong>Location:</strong>Halliwell Manor,&nbsp; Kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Casual streetwear (https://www.polyvore.com/rose_mitchell-halliwell_work_clothes/set?id=232871523[/URL)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Anduin, Max, Elias and her family<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content:</strong> heading downstairs to investigate all the big hubabaloo and what it's about<br><br><hr><br>Standing to the right side of Anduin, just barely two to three inches back, Rosalyn eyed the new whitelighter and the rest of her family that were present as well... she subtly pursed her lips as she looked around for whomever Anduin could have been talking about when he said 'people that shouldn't exactly be here'... did he know something they didn't?<br><br>She thought about asking him out loud, but... what if it wasn't something he wanted advertised until he'd made certain of his suspicions, he likely wouldn't appreciate her making a scene or sparking up a panic. Best to keep quiet about it until Anduin himself said something.<br><br>Looking towards the new whitelighter again, Rosalyn gave him a kind and friendly welcoming smile, seeing him and Tempest made her wonder if their meeting had begun as awkwardly as hers and Anduin's just had... although Tempest was a tiny bit more on the confident side of things than Rosalyn herself was. She admired all the qualities about each of her cousins that made them all so unique and special.<br><br>Especially Victoria, she glanced over at the caramel skinned woman and smiled with great love, Victoria had been everything for her ever since the death of her mother at the hands of that wretched spider demon twelve years ago. Rosalyn had only been six years old and Victoria didn't hesitate the moment Rosalyn was brought to the house to take her and begin treating her as if she was her mother or her big sister rather than just her cousin.<br><br>Oh hey, there were three new whitelighters? Kamea's whitelighter perhaps?<br><br>Shaking her head to put her back on focus, Rosalyn gazed between the whitelighters, waiting to hear what was so important.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>07-01-2018, 05:52:24</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Zoey “Zo” Taylor (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=280409.msg13794937#msg13794937)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March, around midnight.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Halliwell Manor, kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/2c/d6/b2/2cd6b2a97f62bbfce3fb24627a41544e.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitchen people<br><strong>Content:</strong> Cookies! And infatuation, but mostly cookies.<br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/10/Alexis-ren-2.jpg)</div>”Mm.&nbsp; That’s why I like cookies more than cake.”&nbsp; Zoey said around a mouthful of lemon bar. “Cake’s great but you have to wait soooo long for it.&nbsp; Make it. Bake it.&nbsp; Let it cool.&nbsp; Frost it.”&nbsp; Zoey’s unoccupied hand produced a finger for each step.&nbsp; She swallowed the portion of yummy cookie in her mouth and returned Prudence’s smile with a thankful one of her own.&nbsp; “And I appreciate the effort.&nbsp; I really do, but I can manage long enough for our movie night Saturday.&nbsp; I will provide the popcorn, blankets and candy.&nbsp; You can pick the movie this time.” Zoey said taking another bite that finished off the lemon bar.&nbsp; Another smile greeted Prudence when she took a seat at the island.<br><br>“You'er too pretty to be cursed,” Zoey said like it was the most ridiculous thing she had ever heard.&nbsp; In reality it was probably Zoey that was being ridiculous as beauty had nothing to do with being cursed or not, but it made total sense in Zoey’s mind and that was all that really mattered.&nbsp; “And you already make me happy so there you go.”&nbsp; To her the logic in this was completely sound.&nbsp; <br><br>Zoey took a big sniff.&nbsp; The smell of cookies and cake was already permeating the kitchen and as much as she wanted another lemon bar she fought down the impulse to take another in favor of waiting.&nbsp; Zo was proud of that.&nbsp; It was herculean effort on her part after all.&nbsp; “My favorite things?”&nbsp; That was an interesting question.&nbsp; Zoey liked all kinds of foods she just hated making it. Now there were lots of things she liked more than food.&nbsp; She loved laying on the beach and snuggling up on a cold winter night.&nbsp; She loved being near people she cared about and of course puppies.&nbsp; Puppies were adorable.&nbsp; <br><br>“Nothing beats a good burger and fries.” She said answering the original question.<br><br>When it came to people Tempest and Prudence were at the top of her favorite things list, but for very different reasons.&nbsp; Tempest was optimistic to the core.&nbsp; She was this beam of light that just made the world seem better when she was around.&nbsp; She was bubbly and determined and loyal.&nbsp; She was her best friend, who stuck with her when others didn't and Zoey didn't always make that easy. Prudence was soft spoken with a heart that just ached for others and yet she had been the first to go along with any crazy scheme Zoey would come up with.&nbsp; She was the first to take a leap in anything when others were to scared to.&nbsp; <br><br>The legendary Halliwell beauty was apparent in both women, but Zoey had always been drawn to Prudence.&nbsp; Maybe it was the smile or the way she nibbled on her lip when she studied or just the kind heart Zoey saw so often in school.&nbsp; It really didn’t matter why, she realized, biting her own lip. Prudence was the person Zoey wanted to do things for as much as she enjoyed having the young woman do things for her.&nbsp; It was a pretty profound thing for Zo which meant it had to mean something right?&nbsp; She thought while the young witch gave a heavy sigh and distant look.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>“What’s on you mind sweetie?”&nbsp; She asked curiously.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>07-01-2018, 19:46:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://asset3.modelmanagement.com/mm-eyJ0Ijp7InIiOiIzMjAi/fSwiaWQiOiJpMzYxMzI5/IiwiZiI6InBuZyJ9.png)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elias Watkins (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=280409.msg13785993#msg13785993)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March, around midnight.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Halliwell Manor, dining room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Flannel shirt, jean jacket to hide his stunner, jeans, no shoes or socks.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Max, Anduin, Rosalyn, Open<br><strong>Contents:</strong> Awkwardness<br><br><hr><br>As Max looked up towards the second floor Elias did too. Max was right the two up stairs seemed to be heading down after all. He could hear the foot steps and sense them getting closer. So he nodded and sat as Max had gestured for him to do. Before Max spoke Elias could already tell that Max did not remember him and was suspicious, which of course, he should be. The man was a white lighter after all and charged with guiding and protecting a young witch of the most famous and powerful bloodlines in the magical world.<br><br>At Max's words Elias shook his head slightly. “It's understandable that you don't remember me. That was a time in our lives I think we both regret and would rather forget. A hundred years ago I'm sure you didn't know about or believe in magic. So why would you remember someone you thought to be just as normal as you were? Anyway I'm not immortal, I've aged just not as rapidly as humans or witches. Notice the gray in my hair. Back then I looked about as old as you still look. To be honest the only one of the ladies here I know is Victoria and I just learned today that she is a witch and a Halliwell.” He smiled then clearly showing a bit of the awe he had been feeling since learning the truth and having been brought to the manor. “She's a Halliwell and brought me here to the manor. This is just so amazing. I never thought I would ever be standing in this house, where so much history took place.” Hearing the footsteps on the stairs coming down from the second floor he went silent and stood back up.<br><br>The other man, presumably Anduin the white lighter, looked to Max asking what was up. Transferring the sandwich to his left hand Elias stepped forward and extended his right hand. He gave a nod and friendly smile to the beautiful young brunette to Anduin's side. “Apparently I and Zoe are what's up. She's the sleepy looking blonde still in the kitchen with Kamea. I'm Elias Watkins. Max here is worried that I might be a threat to the ladies as I have let it slip that I knew him, or rather crossed paths with him a few times before he joined your ranks about a hundred years ago, which is perfectly understandable, a hundred years is a long time. You must be Anduin, my mother's and grandmother's white lighters mentioned you.” He turned back to Rosalyn with the friendly smile again. “You have to be Rosalyn, happy birthday and congratulations.”<br><br>Turning back to Anduin Elias sighed. “Obviously I'm not a white lighter. So the questions is how could I have met Max that long ago and still be so a live today. Well it is believed that my father was a demon, though I don't know who he is or was. You may have heard of me. My mother was Regina Watkins a witch, she gave birth to me very early into the 20th century. She was only 19 and I was raised by her and her mother, also a witch. That fact that I have aged very slowly givens credence to the idea that my father was a demon. I assure you though that I don't intend any harm to the Halliwells. I see their grandparents as heros and am greatly honored to have been brought into this house, especially today with two witches fully coming into their own. I was not raised to be a demon, but rather to be a witch. You know 'do no harm' and not to use magic for personal gain. Though that last one is kind of hard to maintain at times.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Levi</strong> on <strong>09-01-2018, 19:30:36</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: &nbsp;Tempest Halliwell (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=280409.msg13785989#msg13785989)<br><div class="floatright">(https://hairstylemonkey.co.in/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/Ancient-greek-goddess-hairstyle.jpg)</div><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 1st, around midnight.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dinning room - Living room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; a sting top white low cut top and high ridding pink striped pajamas shorts<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Victoria<br><strong>Content:</strong> suspicious<br><hr><br>As Tempest sat down in the dinning room and as she did so she suddenly realized that she was alone. The blond almost hit herself in the face with her hand instead she simply grinned shaking her head. It was not the first time that Zoe had done something similar. Indeed Tempest should have known that the lazy ass blond would a. Never walk further then she needed to and b. never leave food. Luckily for the witch she was saved from looking like an total idiot by the arrival of her cousin.<br><br>Victoria looked after her cousins and kept a stern eye on them all when their respective parents were away.&nbsp; Rising from her chair Tempest rose and grinned "Victoria" the younger woman followed the black haired beauty from the room and as soon as they were a safe distance from the others Tempests smile vanished and she crossed her arms. "Coz how well do you know that Elias?!" She asked getting straight to the point. When it came to danger Tempest was no nonsense much like her mother Bianca who have k in the day had been an&nbsp; assassin witch.<br><br>"There's something strange about him" she began "He knows about whitelighters and I think he knows about our family!"&nbsp; Tempest watched her cousin closely for clues. Tempest waited for Victoria to decided what to do.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaia</strong> on <strong>10-01-2018, 06:42:36</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Prudence "Kamea" Halliwell (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=280409.msg13786120#msg13786120)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March, around midnight.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Halliwell Manor, kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured, with black leggings, barefoot<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Zoey l Closed<br><strong>Content:</strong> Cookies!<br><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://s9.favim.com/orig/140917/beautiful-hayley-hot-phoebe-tonkin-Favim.com-2075989.png)</div>"Do you <em>ever</em> stop eating?" Kamea picked at her friend lightly.&nbsp; It seemed like she was always eating, a fact that bemused her.&nbsp; "Oh I can pick huh?&nbsp; <em>Princess Bride</em> is always a favorite of mine, but I can quote it from top to bottom."&nbsp; It was true.&nbsp; Much like Her Great Aunt Phoebe and <em>Kill it Before it Dies</em>, the brunette had an unhealthy obsession with <em>Princess Bride</em>.<br><br>The girl laughed when she was told that she was too pretty to be cursed.&nbsp; Unfortunately, she was of Halliwell blood, and she knew better than to ever depend on her looks for anything, up to and including a curse.&nbsp; Beyond that, Kamea was well aware of the life expectancy of a Halliwell.&nbsp; Her grandparents and her parents had somehow escaped the curse, and she was convinced that it couldn't skip another generation.<br><br>"Well if making you happy is my only job, then I say it's a job well done!" she winked, getting up to check the oven again.&nbsp; The cookies were smelling wonderful. Kamea checked them, saw that they were ready, and pulled them out of the oven.&nbsp; Checking her cake, she put the cake back in for a little longer.&nbsp; Turning to the cookies, she spoke, "I"m listening, keep talking.&nbsp; Just setting these to cool."&nbsp; Using a spatula, she slid each cookie onto the drying rack.&nbsp; "Oh well, you're easy to please!" a tiny laugh was heard as she slid the last cookie onto the cooling rack.<br><br>Grabbing two plates, she also grabbed two glass.&nbsp; Pouring the milk, Kamea set one glass in front of Zoey and one in front of her own spot.&nbsp; Turning her attention to the plates, she placed quite a few on the plate staying in the kitchen.&nbsp; The rest she put on the other plate to take out to them.&nbsp; Setting one plate on the island, Kamea ran the other plate out to Tempest.&nbsp; All she did was hand it off to&nbsp; her cousins before making her way back to the kitchen to watch over the precious birthday cake.<br><br>Entering the kitchen, she thought about the question that Zoey had asked before she took the plate out.&nbsp; It wasn't like she could tell her everything, but a little bit of what's on her mind wouldn't hurt.&nbsp; Plopping down, she grabbed a cookie and nibbled on the warm, gooey mess.&nbsp; "I'm just tired, I guess.&nbsp; Of always being the youngest, of obligation, of looking at the bigger picture.&nbsp; Sometimes, I wish I had time for just me."&nbsp; It wasn't that she wasn't thankful to have her cousins, or even that she hated being a witch.&nbsp; Sometimes, all the girl wanted was to have fun and let loose a bit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lisa2lady</strong> on <strong>10-01-2018, 18:45:39</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: &nbsp;Victoria Halliwell-Morris (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=280409.msg13785989#msg13785989)<br><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/GvVQlnc.jpg)</div><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 1, around midnight.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Halliwell Manor: Rosalyn’s bedroom ➽Dinning room <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &nbsp;Stormy weather &nbsp;(https://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=232920377 [/URL) <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> &nbsp;Tempest｜open &nbsp;<br><strong>Content:</strong> Finish talking w/Rosalyn ➽ Checking up on everyone➽ Checking up on Tempest.<br><br>"Coz how well do you know that Elias?!". Victoria became concern the moment she saw the smile disappear from tempest face. The words that followed cause the young woman pause the blond had asked a valid question what did she knew about Elias, other than the fact that he was an innocent. Victoria had met him a handful of times at the police station usually he was dragging in some poor soul that skipped their bail. The two stranger’s conversations were always brief, he would ask about her father or they would make little flirty comments every now and then. “I don’t know very much, I have seen him around the station a few times”.&nbsp; <br><br>As Tempest continue to explain what was going on Victoria quickly started to make excuses in her head justifying why he would know anything about white lighters or witches or even her family. “What did he say for you to think that?”&nbsp; First, she thought maybe her father mentioned something to him, the thought was quickly dismissed she knew her father would never share such information. It slowly started to hit her that Elias had been acting weird as if he was hiding something. Victoria had chalked up to it being a part of his personality. Even then he did not act surprised when he was attacked. “you know what I think we should speak with him?” The house was a full of witches and white lighters and anything was to happen then they sure knew how to protect themselves.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>13-01-2018, 20:49:35</strong>
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				(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/55/LrcJz.jpg)<br>Name: Anduin Fordring<br>Date/Time: March, around midnight.<br>Location: Halliwell Manor Attic<br>Wearing: Pictured, t-shirt with an open over shirt , jeans and pair of work boots<br>Tagging: Roslyn, Max and Ellias Open<br>Content: Meetings.<br><br>&nbsp;Anduin stood listening to the other person as he was explaining things to them about what had come before them and his origins. After a bit he thought about it and nodded his head. "I can believe you, though even now half-bloods are a rarity. To say nothing of back then." he said regarding Elias' status as a half-demon. "Then again I can't exactly say too much myself. If it wouldn't have been for my attitude towards things and such I would have been reincarnated with the previous elders when they decided things needed changing after Leo went played around with the system." he said referring to the last batch of Elders who had decided to step down and let themselves be put back into the system so to speak and a new group to come along and resume their duties as watchers and guides. <br><br>&nbsp;"As for your ideas and such and your semi-immortality. I don't have an issue with it. You are a human being, regardless if you are half or not. You have free will and the right to choose. So long as you choose to use your gifts to benefit others then you and I will never quarrel. Unless of course you want to get into a drinking contest. Then yeah be prepared to be drunk under the table buddy boy. Cause you are about a 1100 years too young to keep up with me bucko." he said with a grin on his face. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norsegod1839</strong> on <strong>13-01-2018, 22:35:39</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Maximus Stone<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March, around midnight.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Halliwell Manor moving into the kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Beat up old jeans, hiking boots, brown T shirt <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone in the kitchen<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> N/A<br><br>"I suppose I feel the same" Max said still unsure as he looked at Elias. He was... somewhat familiar to Max and he could believe he once knew him. <br><br>Max didn't remember much from his time as a human. He suspected that was mostly by choice as well. That time in his life was fraught with bad decisions and poor choices. He lived a life full of regrets as a human and when he became a white lighter he promised himself he would not only atone for those but also leave that life behind. Elias was a stark reminder of that life.<br><br>And he wasn't sure how he felt about that. <br><br>"It's a pleasure to meet you" Max said shaking Elias hand "Again I guess" <br><br>He turned to Anduin next reaching out and gasping the man by the shoulder. He gave a smile to his new partner before releasing his shoulder. <br><br>"It's good to see you again" Max said with a smile "When I heard you were being assigned to the charmed one I whooped in pleasure! It'll be the first time we worked together but I've heard good things. It's also a pleasure to meet you Rosalyn" <br><br>He moved back to nod his head at those assembled before going back to Tempest. He knocked gently letting them know he was coming in before entering. <br><br>"Elias checks out for now" He said with a soft smile "He is half demon though just so you guys know"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>14-01-2018, 06:47:57</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Zoey “Zo” Taylor (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=280409.msg13794937#msg13794937)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March, around midnight.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Halliwell Manor, kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/2c/d6/b2/2cd6b2a97f62bbfce3fb24627a41544e.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitchen people<br><strong>Content:</strong> Cookies! And infatuation, but mostly cookies.<br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/10/Alexis-ren-2.jpg)</div>“As far as I know I don’t sleep eat,” Zoey said after thinking about it for a bit.&nbsp; She had the metabolism of a hummingbird and kind of ate like one.&nbsp; She didn’t often eat a lot, but she was perpetually snacking.&nbsp; Of course it was going to be Princess Bride.&nbsp; Zoe should have known before even asking.&nbsp; She had lost track of the number of times they had watched it together going back to when Prudence was a freshman in high school and Zoey had been a junior.&nbsp; <br><br>“As you wish, my Buttercup” she said with a smile.&nbsp; Buttercup.&nbsp; Zoey liked it. It fit.&nbsp; “I’d say you are doing pretty good yes.” Zoey agreed, a warm little feeling filling her at Prudence’s little wink.&nbsp; Zoey hadn’t even considered that Prudence might not be listening when she got up and continued to prattle on as she could when enjoying pleasant company like Prue or her sister.<br><br>“Oh you wanted complex? Well let me see,” she said leaning over the island as Prue was pulling the cookies out of the over and breathing in deeply the sent of freshly cooked dough and melty chocolate.&nbsp; They really were her favorite kind of cookies.&nbsp; “How about Lobster Thermador with French green beans and a nice risotto?&nbsp; Maybe a chocolate soufflé for dessert? That sounds yummy too.” <br><br>Zoey was contemplating the need for milk at the very moment Prudence set a couple of glasses in front of them and pulled the jug from the refrigerator.&nbsp; She gave a contended sigh and had Prue been looked she would have noted a wistful look on Zoey’s face.&nbsp; Prue knew her so well. The cookies begin to pile up on the plate between them and it took everything in Zoey not to take one immediately.&nbsp; Seriously Zoey’s self-control was totally on point tonight.&nbsp; Even while Prue carried a plate out to her sisters and the cute boys they had brought home she refrained from stealing one of the tantalizingly warm yummies.<br><br>Once Prudence returned she would find Zo examining the plate as if trying to decide which cookie was the perfect one for her.&nbsp; She looked up as Prue sat and gave her a pretty smile.&nbsp; She was totally awake now.&nbsp; It must have been the smell of the cookies that finally roused her.&nbsp; Yeah that was it.&nbsp; When Prue grabbed a cookie for herself Zoey’s eyes narrowed.&nbsp; That had been one she was thinking about.&nbsp; Still it made her choice that much easier and she picked one up and took a bite.<br><br>“Ohhh, mahhhh, gawwwd.&nbsp; Soooo good.”&nbsp; She said her eyes rolling up as the warm cookie melted in her mouth and a tiny string of chocolate remained on her lower lip.&nbsp; She covered her mouth with a fine boned hand so Prue wouldn’t see cookie while she talked.&nbsp; The messy haired blonde’s brow furrowed a little at Prue’s admission.&nbsp; She seemed to be carrying a weight that she just shouldn’t have.&nbsp; Not now.&nbsp; That was for old people and they weren’t even adulting yet.&nbsp; <br><br>“Well the it’s a good think I’m here.&nbsp; Cause you and I are going to have a girls’ night.&nbsp; I am thinking we go to a spa first, then we can go shopping for a cute new dress for the club we are going to hit.&nbsp; Don’t worry I can totally sneak you drinks.&nbsp; Dancing, fun and no worries what so ever.&nbsp; How does that sound?” Zoey offered.&nbsp; The more she talked the more excited about the idea she became.&nbsp; It would be awesome. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaia</strong> on <strong>15-01-2018, 00:43:41</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Prudence "Kamea" Halliwell (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=280409.msg13786120#msg13786120)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March, around midnight.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Halliwell Manor, kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured, with black leggings, barefoot<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Zoey l Closed<br><strong>Content:</strong> Cookies!<br><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://s9.favim.com/orig/140917/beautiful-hayley-hot-phoebe-tonkin-Favim.com-2075989.png)</div>Something about Zoey calling her that made her blush.&nbsp; Her hair fell forward, thankfully hiding her face from view.&nbsp; "As you wish," Kamea murmured, moving about the kitchen.&nbsp; After the cookies were passed out and she was able to sit down, the brunette smiled at the other girl.&nbsp; "I love cookies."&nbsp; Now Kamea had ideas for dinners that she could make that Zoey would like, and she started thinking through a menu in her head.<br><br>A laugh erupted as Zoey bit into her cookie.&nbsp; Kamea loved her friend's reaction to her cooking; it always made her feel good to know that others enjoyed it.&nbsp; "You alright there?&nbsp; Don't make out with it, now."&nbsp; A little light teasing never hurt anyone, and this was definitely one of those moments.&nbsp; The next thing out of Zoey's mouth caught the girl by surprise.&nbsp; "That sounds like a blast.&nbsp; Count me in," the little witch hopped back up to check on the cake.<br><br>It was done.&nbsp; A sense of satisfaction came over her as she looked at the dark moist cake, pulling it out and setting it to cool on the baker's racks.&nbsp; "I have to be here for the party though, or I've made this cake for nothing."&nbsp; Wandering over to the pantry, she bent over to look for the the stuff to make the icing.&nbsp; Grabbing her things, the girl plopped them on the island, whipping up the icing as she shared the cookies with Zoey.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>17-01-2018, 03:31:32</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Zoey “Zo” Taylor (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=280409.msg13794937#msg13794937)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March, around midnight.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Halliwell Manor, kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/2c/d6/b2/2cd6b2a97f62bbfce3fb24627a41544e.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitchen people<br><strong>Content:</strong> Cookies! And infatuation, but mostly cookies.<br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/10/Alexis-ren-2.jpg)</div>Was that a blush?&nbsp; Zoey happily noted that as progress, though she kept that mostly to herself other than a self-satisfied smile when Prudence left the room.&nbsp; “Totally. Cookies are the best,” she agreed as Prue sat down to join her again at the island with their very own pile of cookies stacked in front of them.&nbsp; <br><br>“Dude I would so make out with this cookie if I could.&nbsp; It’s like sexual good.” Zoey said savoring the melty goodness as she ate.&nbsp; When food was good Zoey took her time to enjoy it.&nbsp; A yummy meal usually had her finishing last and annoying the crap out of her mother who was always the first to finish and wanting to rush off to the next thing she had planned. <br><br>When Zo laid out Operation: B.A.D. (Buttercup Appreciation Day), she gave a wide grin closed mouth smile, not wanting Prudence to see a mouthful of chocolate and cookie mush cover teeth.&nbsp; Yeeeeesshh, this was going to be amazzzzzing.&nbsp; Prudence had always been up for a little adventure, so dangling a day of fun if front of her was almost assured to grab her attention.&nbsp; Tempest might have turned Zoey down, being a little more responsible (Booo), but Prudence still had that streak of youthful freedom in her (Yay). Once she shallowed enough not to look like some crazed hobo she took a sip of her milk and washed the rest down. <br><br>“Excellent.” Zoey said rubbing her hands together a little like Mr. Burns.&nbsp; “This is going to be so much fun!”&nbsp; While Zoe’s mother had effectively cut her off from the family money until she turned 21, she still had her father wrapped around her little finger (so she thought) and he would foot a little extra spending money for her to have a good time, the big softy.<br><br>“No, not tonight Buttercup.&nbsp; It’s too late.&nbsp; No spa’s open right now unless it has the words massage parlor in it and the clubs close in a couple hours.&nbsp; We can do it next weekend.&nbsp; I heard about a new place downtown.&nbsp; We can go check it out after we have the day to make ourselves look beautiful.&nbsp; Not that you need it of course.” She offered like it wasn’t even worth mentioning.&nbsp; Zoey picked up another cookie and took a bite.&nbsp; Her eyes literally rolled up and she gave a long sigh.&nbsp; She was really trying not to go all orgasmic like again, but the cookies were reeeeeeally good.<br><br>“So what was that whitelighter thing Sammie was talking about?&nbsp; That kind of like the Candle Lighter’s or somethin’?”&nbsp; Often times it surprised people how much Zoey could take in around her.&nbsp; She may not look or even try to pay attention, but things always seem to filter through to her brain eventually.&nbsp; “I mean everyone kind of got all twitchy and stuff or were we not expecting your sisters to have a booty call on their birthday?”<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>20-01-2018, 05:34:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn-images-1.medium.com/max/1600/0*2417MxeUm-jF7zrp.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rosalyn Mitchell-Halliwell<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March, little after midnight.<br><strong>Location:</strong>Halliwell Manor,&nbsp; Kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Casual streetwear (https://www.polyvore.com/rose_mitchell-halliwell_work_clothes/set?id=232871523[/URL)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Anduin, Max, Elias and her family<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content:</strong> Unsure what to think at this point and feeling the effects of weariness descending once again.<br><br><hr><br>Rosalyn has been mostly silent for the majority of the exchanges between Max, Anduin and Elias... she often found wisdom in observation, though to be perfectly honest with herself... she wasn't altogether too sure what to think of Elias being half demon, but then on the other hand... saying a demon couldn't choose to rebel against evil would be like trying to say that every whitelighter had to be a stuck up snooty tight ass.<br><br>Real life was messy. Real life was not black and white, there was an entire rainbow of hues and shades to consider...<br><br>Question was... would trusting Elias wind up biting them in the ass before the end? Would it be too arrogant to assume they had nothing to worry about with a house full of Halliwell witches and two whitelighters? Or should they be far more cautious and concerned?<br><br>The brunette witch delicately caught her lower lip between her teeth and discreetly nervously nibbled... she made a mental note to talk to Victoria later about everything going through her head... she knew if anyone, Victoria would be able to help her sort out what she was thinking and feeling about all of this. It might even be wise to share with at least one other person her opinion to not completely throw caution to the wind where Elias was concerned.<br><br>For now though, she wasn't going to pass judgment upon the fella, not until he gave her reason to be legitimately suspicious of him.<br><br>An involuntary yawn escaped Rosalyn then, her body deigning to remind her how low on rest she was... her eye lids were becoming steadily heavier, “If we're going to be discussing anything else super important, may I suggest the making of coffee? I am going to be needing it if I am to remain awake for much longer. I had a VERY long day at the kids shelter today”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>20-01-2018, 23:58:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://asset3.modelmanagement.com/mm-eyJ0Ijp7InIiOiIzMjAi/fSwiaWQiOiJpMzYxMzI5/IiwiZiI6InBuZyJ9.png)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elias Watkins (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=280409.msg13785993#msg13785993)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March, around midnight.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Halliwell Manor, living room.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Flannel shirt, jean jacket to hide his stunner, jeans, no shoes or socks.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Max, Anduin, Rosalyn, Tempest, Victoria, Open<br><strong>Contents:</strong> A little late bit of honesty.<br><br><hr><br>Elias listened politely to Anduin then smiled and shook his head. “I appreciate that you have no quarrel with me. No, thanks, I've never thought that drinking capacious amounts of alcohol was something I wanted to be able to do. I don't much care for the taste or smell. If I drink it is for the purpose of getting drunk, so I wouldn't enjoy such a competition.”<br><br>Turning towards Max Elias shook his hand. “Yes, it is good to meet you again. This time around I think things will be much different and hopefully we can be friends. The only good that has come from that time in my life is the knowledge of how criminals think, which comes in handy when trying to find them and bring them back in for their day in court.”<br><br>At the yawn Elias turned to look at Rosalyn. “My dear, it is up for you to decide how important it is for you to be part of the discussion about me with your cousins. It is your birthday and if you would rather sleep you should be able to do that. I expect that I will be leaving soon and you may never have to worry about me again.”<br><br>As Max went to rejoin Tempest Elias followed entering the living room behind the white lighter. He rolled his eyes at the blunt announcement about being half demon. “Oh, yeah, that should help them relax.” He looked at the two witches there with an embarrassed smile. As his eyes fixed on Victoria he blushed slightly and felt very guilty and afraid she would now totally reject him. “Well I think the fact that I'm also half witch should be more important than my demon half. Victoria, I'm sorry I deceived you, but you just assumed that I was an innocent when that demon attacked. Your family and this house are a big part of history I just had to see the inside of the Halliwell manor at least once. I'm also sorry you wasted so much time looking for and figuring out a way to vanquish that demon. I doubt he is very powerful. He is my latest skip. I'm thinking he can't even teleport otherwise he never would have been caught by the police and why he attacked me when he thought I was alone. I expect now he is doing his best to get as far away from here as possible. Add being hunted by a Halliwell on top of by the police I expect that he is quite terrified.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lisa2lady</strong> on <strong>22-01-2018, 09:25:45</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: &nbsp;Victoria Halliwell-Morris (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=280409.msg13785989#msg13785989)<br><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/GvVQlnc.jpg)</div><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 1, around midnight.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Halliwell Manor: Rosalyn’s bedroom ➽Dinning room <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &nbsp;Stormy weather &nbsp;(https://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=232920377 [/URL) <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> &nbsp;Elias, Tempest, Rosalyn｜Open &nbsp;<br><strong>Content:</strong> Finish talking w/Tempest ➽ Learning about Elias➽ Confronting Elias ➽ Feedback from Tempest and Rosalyn.<br><br>There was not much the two witches could do besides talking with Elias and determine how much he really knew about witches and white lighter. Just as Victoria was about marched into the other room, the group has come to them. For a split second Victoria looked at him and smiled, it was hard for her to think negatively him. Just as the sweet smile appeared on her lips it disappeared the moment she heard “…half demon…”. Her face twisted in annoyance at the fact that she put her family at risk and she put herself at risk. It did not matter what percent demon he was, he was still one and that pissed her off more than anything. <br><br>The more he talked the faster her annoyance turned into anger. His words only remind her how much time she wasted, and how easy it would have been for him to attack them. Mostly how stupid it was for her to have a childish crush on him. It seemed that the one thing she inherited from her grandmother Phoebe was the knack for falling for demons. <br><br>Every negative thought started to flood her mind, forcing her to catch herself before her powers became impacted. She transferred that anger into a balled fist, digging her nails deep into her palm until the pain calmed her. <br><br>Once he was done explaining why he hid his identity Victoria did her best to hide her own frustration but the words just slipped out “You lied, you have been here for hours you could have said something.” Her tone had risen just a bit “the fact that you waited nearly a whole day before saying something… ” She paused as she realized her temper was starting to show. Taking that moment she organized her thoughts.<br><br>“Because your half witch it’s our duty to protect you. But it’s not just my decision…” she looked over at her younger cousins Tempest and Rosalyn “…since you two are now full witches your opinion matters too. What do you think we should do with him?”&nbsp; She truly had no clue what to do in the situation, every part of her was trying not scream.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>22-01-2018, 13:25:54</strong>
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				(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/55/LrcJz.jpg)<br>Name: Anduin Fordring<br>Date/Time: March, around midnight.<br>Location: Halliwell Manor Attic<br>Wearing: Pictured, t-shirt with an open over shirt , jeans and pair of work boots<br>Tagging: Roslyn, Max and Ellias Open<br>Content: Meetings.<br><br>&nbsp;Anduin smiled as he nodded his head listening to what Max and Elias had to say. "That is your choice and your choice alone. Which is something I can respect of you. I've also found that some of my charges are more willing to talk when they've had a few drinks in them. Now of course the reverse is also true so it a case by case basis." he said to him. It was something that Anduin had always been about and that was choice and human free will. That at the end of the day he believed in doing what was right more than anything else. It was the reason he had never been promoted to being an Elder. He was never one to espouse the rules too much. Sure he followed them but he always guided his charges to do what they felt was right and the rules be too hell with them. That in the end they were held to their own conscience. <br><br>&nbsp;He then turned to Max before he left. "Yeah I know it will be good to work with you. I'm just surprised by the quick turn around. Usually I'm free for a day or two before I get a new assignment." he said with a shrug of his shoulders. "Then again that's the very nature of this job." he said before he decided to follow them into the kitchen itself after to get some coffee for himself. He rather liked the beverage. He did catch a bit of Victoria's rant to Elias and even he winced from the heat of Victoria's words. That was not to say she wasn't entitled to them, no not by a long shot. It just meant he was momentarily taken aback by them. He would decide to add some of his own council to the mix itself. "I know I'm still new here and all but from what I know of things if he's an innocent in all of this then I think it's safe to say this time around he's not a threat." he said trying to at least help Elias' cause.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Levi</strong> on <strong>22-01-2018, 18:45:04</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: &nbsp;Tempest Halliwell (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=280409.msg13785989#msg13785989)<br><div class="floatright">(https://hairstylemonkey.co.in/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/Ancient-greek-goddess-hairstyle.jpg)</div><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March, around midnight.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Living room- Tempest's bedroom<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; a sting top white low cut top and high ridding pink striped pajamas shorts<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All<br><strong>Content:</strong><br><hr><br>Tempest opened her mouth to tell the eldest Halliwell what said in the kitchen when the two women were interupted first by the youngest witch who handed over a steaming plate of cookies with a smile. Tempest took the offering and chose one of the goodies to bite into while offering the plate to Victoria. The second interuption was her white lighter. Now this Tempest didn't mind at all and her eyes&nbsp; roamed his body while he loudly announced that their innocent was so innocent and infact.<br><br>Tempest stopped chewing and swallowed "Did you say half demon?!" She asked just to make sure she had heard Max correctly. Tempest glanced over at Victoria,she didn't seem to be taking the news very well at all, however soon they were joined by Elias himself and&nbsp; he confirmed what Max had said, and in Tempest's eyes Victoria got understandably angry. However it just sounded to her like Elias had taken a slight advantage of the situation to check out the manner.<br><br>Victoria then said something that made Tempest's chest swell with pride <strong> “…since you two are now full witches your opinion matters too. What do you think we should do with him?” </strong> the blond grinned her first decision as an official Halliwell witch! "While he told a small white lie I don't think we should throw a guest out in the middle of the night" she glared at Elias but Tempest was also smiling when she said "next time don't lie, just a tip" the blond winked. The guy seemed decent enough and more then likely would of attacked by now if he meant the harm. Maybe she could ask Max to sprinkle him with some money dust. The young woman file the idea away as a last resort and with a small yawn said "Well I'm off back to bed! See you all at a more recent hour!"<br><br>Waving to Elias and Max the blond wandered I to the hall and called out "Night Kamea! Night Z!" The witch trudged upstairs to her bedroom, when she arrived Tempest turned of the lights and bundled herself up in bed and within a few minutes was sleeping soundly not a care in the world.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norsegod1839</strong> on <strong>22-01-2018, 19:58:28</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Post Moving Into The Next Day </strong></div><br><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u">Episode One </span></div><br><div align="center"><em>"No Rest For The Wicked"</em></div><br>(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/charmed/images/c/cf/619g.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20120429172818)<br><br>The sun began to rise mixing with the fog that hung over the city and adding a nice rich auburn tint. The windswept city was just beginning to wake and most of the streets were still empty except for the occasional jogger or early commuter. Those that were moving paid no attention to the older male in black as he walked calmly in the middle of the road. Every so often he would disappear into the fog only to reappear seconds later with a maniacal grin and a large smile on his face. His cloak flapped out in the wind trailing behind him ever so slightly.<br><br>"This is a bad idea" <br><br>The voice came out of the fog and seconds later a man appeared to join the older male. He was small and mousy with a pinched face and fearful eyes that could not stay in one place for to long. The clothes he was wearing were quite peculiar rough spun and giving him the appearance of some type of medieval scribe.&nbsp; <br><br>"You worry to much Rujek" The older male said with a chuckle and wave of his hands "I've been doing this a long time you know?" <br><br>"You have Barbas" Rujek said with a huff "And you've never wont against the Halliwell line" <br><br>"Correction" The demon of fear known as Barbas said with a laugh.<br><br>"I have never one against the CHARMED ONES! The current Halliwell are not the charmed ones are they?" <br><br>"No" Rujek admitted with a slight crinkling of his nose "I still do not think this is a good idea though! The master!" <br><br>"Is no master of mine" Barbas remarked his tone tight "And his proclamation to leave the charmed ones to him is nothing more than drivel as far as I am concerned" <br><br>Barbas stopped in the middle of the street and with a wave of his hand the fog around them cleared. The whisp sank back revealing a familiar mansion that curled Barbas lips in disgust. He took a good look at the Halliwell mansion probing its various charms and protections for any weakness. After a few minutes the scowl deepened and he growled. <br><br>"Divided they fall" He remarked his voice eerily calm "Rujek are you here to help or to whine?" <br><br>Rujek sighed and with a nod began to shrink. His body changed morphing from that of a demon to a simple white bird. Once the transformation was complete Rujek took to the skies circling overhead of the mansion. Barbas watched him for a few minutes his angry smile morphing into one of victory. He turned his attention back to the Halliwell manor. <br><br>"See you soon" He said bowing and backing up into the fog. <br><br>"See you soon" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norsegod1839</strong> on <strong>22-01-2018, 20:12:41</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Maximus Stone<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March, Sun Rise<br><strong>Location:</strong> Tempest's bedroom<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Beat up old jeans, hiking boots, Black T shirt<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tempest, Open<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> N/A<br><br>Today was a new day. <br><br>He watched the fog as it rolled over his one time hometown and new base of operation. He was on top of the golden gate bridge meditating in the very same spot that Leo himself used to come to. He could practically feel the magic on the support beam. Many things important to Whitelighter kind happened on this support and it was also where Leo stood up for his love to a certain Halliwell witch. <br><br>He continued to meditate waiting for the sun to get high in the sky before orbing directly into Tempest bedroom. The events of the night before and the stunning resurgence of his past had caused him to beat a hasty retreat from the mansion before. Never in his wildest dreams did he think his past would come back, much less haunt him in a very real physical way. Elias was a nice enough man he supposed but the connection he had to the old Max was enough to set the young (relatively speaking) white lighter on edge. <br><br>"If its in my life it must be part of your plan" He whispered as he floated a couple inches in the air. He repeated that to himself several times each time growing more and more sure that there was a reasoning for it or a challenge he was supposed to answer. <br><br>Either way he would see himself through. <br><br>He gently landed noting that it was late enough in the morning that he could go see her. He closed his eyes focusing on his destination and his charge. He let her pull him in and seconds later exploded in a fury of orbs that raced across the horizon. <br><br>....................................................<br><br>He felt himself settling and began the process of pulling himself back together. The tell ale orbs that signaled a white lighters arrival appeared in the center of Tempest bedroom. They stacked on top of one another forming a vague human body before he finally appeared. He stepped forward easily as if he only walked through the door and gently cleared his throat. <br><br>"Tempest?" He called out to her softly "I wanted to come and see you first thing in the morning. Last night we got a little... distracted by all that was happening and I did not get the chance to properly talk to you and introduce myself." <br><br>He paused making sure she was awake and coherent before continuing. <br><br>"I have a job I have to do" He told her with a smile "A dark lighter hunt I was wondering if you might want to have breakfast with me and then join me in hunting him down and vanquishing him?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lisa2lady</strong> on <strong>23-01-2018, 03:08:52</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: &nbsp;Victoria Halliwell-Morris (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=280409.msg13785989#msg13785989)<br><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/GvVQlnc.jpg)</div><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 1, a little bit after sunrise.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Halliwell Manor: Victoria’s bedroom➽&nbsp; <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &nbsp;Morning &nbsp;(https://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=234157385 [/URL) <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> &nbsp;｜Open｜ &nbsp;<br><strong>Content:</strong> The start of a new day➽ Morning Run <br><br>Sleep did not come easy for Victoria she spent most of the night staring at the ceiling. In truth, she was more upset at herself then at Elias. She was the one who invited him into their home, she allowed her feelings for him to cloud her judgment. Although he was not dangerous, things could have been worse in a matter of seconds. All these negative thoughts forced her to re-evaluate her status as a member of the Halliwell family.&nbsp; It was a deep-rooted fear that always lingered in the back of her mind. A fear that she was not good enough to carry the Halliwell name. She was not as powerful as her cousins, the only thing she truly knew how to do was be an empath and that was pretty useless in a fight. Even then she could not even sense half-demons hiding right under her nose.<br><br>An hour or so before the sun started to rise Victoria decided to just give up and start her day. She started out the morning by cleaning her room it was a sign that she was restless. That was probably the only time anyone would ever see her room spotless. At least with something to distract her she could keep herself from focusing on her mistakes.&nbsp; After cleaning, she quickly got dress threw on her runners' outfit so she could run a few miles before having to go to work.<br>&nbsp;<br>She slipped out of the door into the morning air taken in the sweet scent of rain and earth. After a little stretching, she put in her wireless earplugs and hit the pavement running. <br><br>Like many other runners, she disappeared into the morning fog, her mind quickly casting aside her fears as she thought about everything she had to do. The one thing she could not forget that she still had to celebrate with Tempest and Rosalyn. This was a big day for them and it would be selfish of her to overshadow their day just because she was annoyed. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>27-01-2018, 05:38:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://asset3.modelmanagement.com/mm-eyJ0Ijp7InIiOiIzMjAi/fSwiaWQiOiJpMzYxMzI5/IiwiZiI6InBuZyJ9.png)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elias Watkins (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=280409.msg13785993#msg13785993)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 1st, just after sunrise<br><strong>Location:</strong> His house → Streets of the city<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Running shorts, blue tee shirt, headband, running shoes<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Victoria, Open<br><strong>Contents:</strong> Morning run, chance encounter(?)<br><br><hr><br>Despite Tempest's acceptance and vote that he not be put out in the night Elias saw how angry Victoria was. So after again apologizing for his not correcting her assumption he had bid them all a good night and shimmered out. The other end of his shimmer had him appearing in his own small house less than a mile away. After finishing the sandwich he had gone to his own bed, but sleep was elusive and fitful. For some reason he was not quite sure of, he was worried about Victoria forgiving him. He really wanted her forgiveness. Most people he could live with them holding a grudge, but it really bothered him that she might do that. He liked her, one might even say he had a crush on her. So he hoped that they could get past this deception and be friends, at least.<br><br>Just as the first rays of the morning sun started shining through his windows he got up deciding to go for a run. He hoped that getting some exercise would tire him enough to allow him to get some sleep. After all he was still part mortal and needed to sleep to function at his best. Also being part witch he needed to work at keeping himself in shape, so did run and work out on a fairly regular basis. This morning he especially felt the need to run. While just the need to exhaust himself was high on the list there was one thing higher, the need to burn off the frustration he felt over deceiving and angering Victoria. He knew she had every right to be angry. It was entirely his fault for not being forth coming with the truth about himself when he learned the truth about her being a Halliwell.<br><br>So Elias dressed for the workout and after stepping out of his small two bedroom home he stretched and did a quick warm and started running. He had no destination in mind or even a planned course. His mind was a jumble, his emotions a turmoil. He wanted Victoria to forgive him, to accept him. Although he did not quite understand why it mattered so much to him. Yeah she was attractive, extremely so, and she was a witch and one of the few people that knew his secret. She was still fully a mortal though and like all the other Halliwells before her she would age just as rapidly as a normal human, while he aged much slower. He was right at 150 years old but had barely past his prime. Barring a violent end he could foresee living for centuries. His slowed aging meant that if he were to love somebody he would have to watch that person grow old and die while he remained relatively unchanged by the passage of time. Maybe it would be best if he forgot about Victoria, but he could not get her out of his mind.<br><br>As he ran, Elias just let his feet guide him through the morning fog, or so he thought. His mind was on Victoria, though he was trying to banish her from his thoughts. The harder he tried to think of something else the more she kept creeping to the front of his mind. Due to his ability to sense others and his thoughts always coming back to her that morning she had become a subconscious beacon in his mind. So without realizing it, or intending to do it, he ran towards that beacon. By just running without a planned route he was giving his subconscious mind free reign to choose his course. It was still early and the fog was thick so he did not expect there to be others out running. This lead him to be a bit careless and his frustrations had him paying as close attention to his surroundings as he should. As a result he did not realize he was heading straight for Victoria, and she straight for him until it was too late. Through the fog of both the world and his mind there she was suddenly about to collide with him and all he could do was mentally brace for impact and hope his reflexes would allow him to catch her in his arms to keep them both from falling.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Levi</strong> on <strong>27-01-2018, 20:42:17</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: &nbsp;Tempest Halliwell (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=280409.msg13785989#msg13785989)<br><div class="floatright">(https://hairstylemonkey.co.in/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/Ancient-greek-goddess-hairstyle.jpg)</div><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 1st- early morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Tempest's bedroom- Kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; a sting top white low cut top and high ridding pink striped pajamas shorts - patched jeans and red halter neck top<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Max open<br><strong>Content:</strong><br><hr><br>Tempest was not a morning person,sure she got up when she needed to for college or if she she had noted to run, but today was her birthday and if a girl couldn't lay in on her birthday then when could she. the young witch had slept well and was having a sinful dream about a certain whitelighter when all of a sudden Max's voice broke into her dream.<strong>"Tempest?" </strong> her name of his tongue had her rousing from her dream enough for a fuzzy "Huh?!" Followed by a towseled blond head appearing from under the covers. Her blond hair fell from the ponytail she had but together upon climbing into bed last night and now framed her face giving of an angelic glow.<br><br>She wasn't really awake so missed what Max said first of all and then the word hunt and darklighter triggered in her sleepy mind. the young witch bolted upright and the covers fell back, in her sleep the strap of her top had fallen scandalously low giving Max a rather risqué glance of exposed skin. "My first vanquish!" She grinned "Let's go!" Clambering from the bed she grabbed a handful of clothes and made her way out onto the landing. The first floor was quite, and Tempest's if Elias had stayed the night before. Safely reaching the bathroom and finding it unusually unoccupied the young woman took full advantage and showered and dressed.<br><br>Once she had done so she made her way back to the bedroom to collect Max "We need to check in with everyone before we go, and Kamea will make my life hell if I don't have cake." The young witch then headed back to the kitchen to see if anyone was up and about, and if not then sit was her job to make sure a lot of coffee was on the go, stat!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lisa2lady</strong> on <strong>29-01-2018, 03:37:02</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: &nbsp;Victoria Halliwell-Morris (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=280409.msg13785989#msg13785989)<br><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/GvVQlnc.jpg)</div><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 1, a little bit after sunrise.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Halliwell Manor: Victoria’s bedroom➽&nbsp; <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &nbsp;Morning &nbsp;(https://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=234157385 [/URL) <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> &nbsp;Elias｜Open｜ &nbsp;<br><strong>Content:</strong> The start of a new day➽ Morning Run <br><br><br>Victoria kept running, her feet beating the pavement as the last bit of the song played in her ears. About a half a mile in she started to feel a little more relaxed. Though her mind still focused on him, how could she not he deceived her. The young witch was usually good at recognizing when someone was lying to her. The fact that Elias was allowed to slip past her and enter the manor pissed her off. Just as quick as the thought left her it returned and started to eat away at her.&nbsp; <br><br>“How could you allow your feelings to get in the way?” she kept repeating to herself. Her mother always told her to just relax and everything would be okay. Victoria tried to remember her mother's words but instead, she heard that of her grandfather reminding her that “love like to play tricks on the mind even when we tried to control”. Soon she became so distracted she was no longer monitoring the emotions around her nor was she watching for those around her. Before she knew it she came crashing into Elias knocking them both down to the ground. She landed on&nbsp; top of him her chest pressed against hers .“I am so sorry.” She spoke not realizing who she ran into.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>30-01-2018, 16:03:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://asset3.modelmanagement.com/mm-eyJ0Ijp7InIiOiIzMjAi/fSwiaWQiOiJpMzYxMzI5/IiwiZiI6InBuZyJ9.png)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elias Watkins (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=280409.msg13785993#msg13785993)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 1st, just after sunrise<br><strong>Location:</strong> Streets of the city<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Running shorts, blue tee shirt, headband, running shoes<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Victoria, Open<br><strong>Contents:</strong> Morning run, chance encounter(?)<br><br><hr><br>It happened so fast. One instant he was running through the fog trying not to think about Victoria, and failing miserably. The next instant he saw her, sensed her, and knew they were on a collision course. It happened even faster than he had expected. Though he tried to mentally prepare it and hoped to keep them from falling, she hit him before his lead foot got back to the ground. She caught him off balance so he fell, but they were slightly tangled together and she fell right along with him. His reflexes did kick in enough for him to twist, as he wrapped his arms around her. He went down on his back pulling her on top of him. Even without time to think about what to do his instincts were to protect her, to put his own body between her and possible harm. He hit the ground and she hit him. Though the wind was knocked from his arms stayed around her protectively.<br><br>While he was trying to regain his breath to apologize, yet again to her, she apologized to him. As soon as he heard the words come out of her mouth he knew she had not seen him and still did not recognize him. Surely with the mood she had been in just a matter of hours before, had she known it was him she would be laying into him, at least verbally, and quite possibly with her fists as well for colliding with her like that. He sucked in air and let out a sigh as he pulled his hands from her back. “No, Victoria, it is I who am sorry yet again. Please tell me you're not hurt.” At that moment as he was pinned beneath her his emotions were a turmoil. He was very sincere with his apology, he was worried that she might be hurt, was guilty and ashamed. Mostly though he was frightened that she would explode at him in anger again and she would never forgive him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lisa2lady</strong> on <strong>30-01-2018, 17:59:33</strong>
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				<br><strong>Name</strong>: &nbsp;Victoria Halliwell-Morris (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=280409.msg13785989#msg13785989)<br><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/GvVQlnc.jpg)</div><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 1, a little bit after sunrise.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Halliwell Manor: Victoria’s bedroom➽&nbsp; <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &nbsp;Morning &nbsp;(https://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=234157385 [/URL) <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> &nbsp;｜Open｜ &nbsp;<br><strong>Content:</strong> The start of a new day➽ Morning run <br><br><br>It took her a few seconds to compose herself enough to realize that although she said sorry she was still on top of the individual. As she was trying to stand she realized that in a way he was holding her. This sense of protection washed over her not from her but him. The music still blasting in her ear blocked her from hearing his words. Bust did have a strange overwhelming feeling of being Sincere. Her deep brown eyes darted down looking at the man. Instead of laughing off the incident Victoria found herself angry.<br>Seeing Elias brought up her frustration once more, “Are you serious” she huffed as she quickly moved from on top of him. She yanked her left earphone “What are you doing here right now?” She quickly stopped him “Why can't you just let me hate you, Why do you need to be a demon? I could bypass everything if knew you were not half a demon.” she blurted out. All her feeling seem to just spill out. She had no clue where all these emotions had come from but they seem to come out.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>31-01-2018, 16:18:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://asset3.modelmanagement.com/mm-eyJ0Ijp7InIiOiIzMjAi/fSwiaWQiOiJpMzYxMzI5/IiwiZiI6InBuZyJ9.png)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elias Watkins (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=280409.msg13785993#msg13785993)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 1st, just after sunrise<br><strong>Location:</strong> Streets of the city<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Running shorts, blue tee shirt, headband, running shoes<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Victoria, Open<br><strong>Contents:</strong> Morning run, chance encounter(?)<br><br><hr><br>As soon Elias finished speaking he was expecting Victoria's mood to change, but she did not react to his words at all and still had really looked at. When she reacted to something else and her gaze darted down him he saw the earbuds in her ears. Great, she had not heard his apology. That's when her did change, and just by her appearance he knew it was going to be even worse than he expected. After recognizing him she quickly got off him as if being in contact with caused her pain. At her first words he gave her an embarrassed smile and shrugged. The earbud was yanked free of her left ear and he started to answer her question when she stopped with her next string of angry questions.<br><br>It was the first question in that string that hit him the most, about her hating him. With that he started to get angry himself then the part about him needing to be a demon pushed over the edge. So he stood and rounded on her. “What I'm doing here is apparently the same thing you are, trying to run off last nights frustration! Hate me, it's what I expected and feared! Need to be a demon! I can't help that any more than a dog can help being a dog. You think it's easy turning out to be what you were raised to fear and hate? Well it's not! Hate is how most react to learning that truth about me! I've had to deal with that all my life. So sue me, if I was not in a hurry to correct your presumption that I was an innocent. Of all the people I could have hate me, your hate would be the hardest to bare.” As his own anger came out he had not caught the meaning of her last statement. Like her though his true feeling slipped out as he ranted back at her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaia</strong> on <strong>01-02-2018, 06:05:39</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Prudence "Kamea" Halliwell (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=280409.msg13786120#msg13786120)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 1<br><strong>Location:</strong> Halliwell Manor, kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured, with black jeans, barefoot.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tempest l Max <br><strong>Content:</strong> Breakfast!&nbsp; Cake!<br><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i65.tinypic.com/20fsu2t.jpg)</div>Kamea was up early, wanting to be sure that everything was ready when they came down.&nbsp; In the middle of the kitchen island was the cake, beautifully displayed.&nbsp; While they had been sleeping, the brunette had gotten up early and decorated the cake (http://i65.tinypic.com/2cnzjus.jpg).&nbsp; Anyone can make a birthday cake, but only a Halliwell would put a triquetra on it.&nbsp; The girl put all her hopes and dreams into the cake and its presentation.<br><br>She loved her cousins very much, but being the youngest of them, Kamea had always been just outside of their inner circle.&nbsp; The annoying kid sister.&nbsp; The one who wanted nothing more than to emulate her older cousins, and yet couldn't seem to get it just right.&nbsp; Yeah, that was her.&nbsp; When her mother had died, it hadn't taken her father long to send her to live with her cousins at the Halliwell homestead, a fact that had greatly annoyed her at the time.&nbsp; Kamea had been convinced that she was going to make a fool of herself, without any way to escape it.<br><br>The basement became a place of refuge for her.&nbsp; If she made a fool of herself or had a bad day, the brunette could retreat to the basement.&nbsp; Not only did it serve as her bedroom, but she had space to work on the craft.&nbsp; Kamea had a lot of power in her little frame for being as young as she was, but she still didn't feel like she was good enough.&nbsp; As a result, the girl was constantly trying to improve.&nbsp; <br><br>Her hope was that now that she was living with them for the unforeseeable future that they would grow closer.&nbsp; To that end, Kamea finished up sliding breakfast onto a plate, and setting it at the table as Tempest entered the kitchen, Max in tow.&nbsp; "Happy birthday!" she piped up as she made up another plate for Max, turning to give it to him.&nbsp; "I thought I'd make birthday breakfast to go with the cake.&nbsp; I hope you like it."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lisa2lady</strong> on <strong>04-02-2018, 08:49:56</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: &nbsp;Victoria Halliwell-Morris (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=280409.msg13785989#msg13785989)<br><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/GvVQlnc.jpg)</div><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 1, a little bit after sunrise.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Halliwell Manor: Victoria’s bedroom➽&nbsp; <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &nbsp;Morning &nbsp;(https://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=234157385 [/URL) <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> &nbsp;｜Open｜ &nbsp;<br><strong>Content:</strong> The start of a new day➽ Morning run <br><br><br>The moment her words left her mouth she quickly regretted them.It was just so much easier for her to hate him because then she did not have to admit to herself that she had feelings for him. Even if he was half witch she could not just ignore the whole demon part of him. In her eyes, true love was this magical thing. How could it not be her grandfather was a cupid and her grandmother wrote the book on finding love. None of them ever described finding happiness in the arms of a demon. <br><br>As he continued to speak she found herself feeling empathy towards him, as she felt how strong his words were. Through it was his last statement that forced her to reevaluate everything.”... your hate would be the hardest to bare.” she found herself questioning what that meant. In the silence that hung between them Victoria realized that her words caused more pain then she meant. “I am Sorry I didn't mean it that way I just...” Once again she danced around her true feelings and quickly shifted the topic. “I just wish you were honest that’s all I am in charge of that house and I can't afford to screw up, We have innocents there and young witches, if something would have happened to them I could never forgive myself.”&nbsp; her temper happen to settle enough for her to give him a faint smile ‘Lets just stay out of each other's way from now on.” <br><br>It would not matter what he said at this point she had her mind set on just letting this all go and move on. “Have a good day Mr.Watkins” She said before turning around and heading back to the Manor. After a few seconds, she disappeared into the thick fog.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>04-02-2018, 16:53:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://asset3.modelmanagement.com/mm-eyJ0Ijp7InIiOiIzMjAi/fSwiaWQiOiJpMzYxMzI5/IiwiZiI6InBuZyJ9.png)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elias Watkins (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=280409.msg13785993#msg13785993)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 1st, just after sunrise<br><strong>Location:</strong> Streets of the city<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Running shorts, blue tee shirt, headband, running shoes<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Victoria, Open<br><strong>Contents:</strong> Frustration compounded.<br><br><hr><br>In the silence that followed Elias' out burst he simply glared at Victoria. Her words about being able to bypass everything else still had not sunk into his mind, after all she had added the part about him being half demon. So nothing else really mattered anyway, he was part demon and that would always be the defining thing in any future interactions they would have. So while her anger seemed to settle his just continued to boil. Her attempt at an apology did nothing to extinguish that flame burning in his breast.<br><br>Once again Victoria said she wished Elias had been honest, because she was the one responsible for all those living and staying in the manor. He was just about to retort but then she brought the hammer down to crush any hope he might have of mending things with her with her declaring that they should just stay out of each others way. He was crushed and that only made him more angry, but not so much at her, he was just hurt and angry. After all he really could not blame her, she was a witch and demons were her natural enemy. She had been raised just as he had to fear and hate demons. So what he was angry at was the cruel fates that had made him half witch and half demon. He was not totally either and was not accepted in either group. He was alone and would remain that way for centuries before he died alone. He thought he had accepted that fate years, decades, ago, so why did her rejection hurt so damn much?<br><br>As Victoria turned to walk away Elias glared at her back for a moment. Then just before she completely disappeared in the fog he called out one last time to her. “If you're so worried about not failing your cousins, stop just assuming everyone being attacked by a demon is an innocent. Had you simply asked I would have given you an honest answer.” With that he turned and stalked back the way he had come from. He was fully expecting to never again to even speak to her and that just plain hurt him deep to his core.<br><br>Elias had not gone very far before a frustrated angry scream erupted from him. He dropped to his knees on the path silently cursing the fates that made him part demon but gave him a human heart. Life would be so much easier if he were either all human with all their frailties or all demon without the ability to love or need to be loved.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>08-02-2018, 02:12:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn-images-1.medium.com/max/1600/0*2417MxeUm-jF7zrp.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rosalyn Mitchell-Halliwell<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 1st, a little after 10:00 AM<br><strong>Location:</strong>Halliwell Manor, moving around and winding up ultimately in&nbsp; Kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This outfit (https://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=234943828[/URL)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Anyone in the kitchen or within hearing distance.<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> Victoria, Tempest and Anduin<br><strong>Content:</strong> Holding a possible future in her hands and scared shitless<br><br><hr><br>Rosalyn yawned delicately as she gracefully descended the steps, she felt a lot better after getting some good hard sleep and now her stomach was grumbling for breakfast... she found herself pondering what she planned to do today as she reached the bottom of the stairs, today was both one of her days off work and her birthday to boot. <br><br>Definitely she planned on spending time with her family for awhile today and she couldn't forget to give her cousin Tempest with whom she shared a birthday, the gift she'd gotten for her weeks ago and a big birthday hug... but what about after that? <br>For some reason, Anduin immediately popped into her mind, she did have a new white lighter she needed to get to know better, maybe he might like to go out for a bite to eat and some conversation? She wouldn't lie, she loved history and was eager to pick his brain as much she could.<br><br>The sound of the mail truck driving past the house caught Rosalyn's focus then and her heart stopped for a brief moment within her chest... wasn't her letter from Le Cordon Bleu College of Culinary Arts supposed to come anywhere from now to any day? It was a little overwhelming on top of everything else that had gone down in the last twenty four hours... she had almost completely forgotten about the letter she'd been checking the mailbox for every single weekday morning...<br><br>Victoria knew, Rosalyn knew her beloved older cousin noticed her frantic racing for the mailbox every morning as soon as the mailman pulled away, though Rosalyn suspected she didn't say anything to spare Rosalyn a little bit of privacy and dignity. She knew how hard Rosalyn has been working to try and impress the prestigious culinary college.<br><br>“Oh, don't chicken out now, Rose” She chidded herself before she proceeded towards the foyer and headed right on out the door, the clicks of her heels on the paved walkway sounding much louder than they really were in her ears as she proceeded down the paved walkway leading down from their porch down to the mailbox “Now don't have a heart attack, Rose, there are other places you've applied to if you don't get in... even though you really, really want this school and it would keep you close to all the people you love... breath, just breath...”<br><br>Stopping by the mailbox, Rosalyn opened it up and withdrew the envelopes within, it looked like most of it was just bills... but... there it was... an envelope with the address of Le Cordon Bleu College of Culinary Arts stamped on it...<br><br>“Oh boy...” Rosalyn murmured with a shuddering breath... maybe she should wait till tomorrow to open it? What if she wasn't accepted and it ruined her birthday for her? Then again, maybe she shouldn't give herself the luxury of putting it off because it was easier, that just made it easier to do it more and more in the future as she made it a habit.<br><br>Releasing a heavy sigh of uncertainty, Rosalyn took the bundle of envelopes and made her way back up the walkway and into the house. She shut the door behind her and proceeded towards the kitchen, her heart pounding like a drum the whole time.<br><br>“Anyone else up? I could really use a hand to hold... my letter arrived in the mail...” Rosalyn called out as she entered.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>08-02-2018, 02:59:26</strong>
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				(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/55/LrcJz.jpg)<br>Name: Anduin Fordring<br>Date/Time: March, around midnight.<br>Location: Halliwell kitchen<br>Wearing: Pictured, t-shirt with an open over shirt , jeans and pair of work boots<br>Tagging: Roslyn, Open<br>Content: Taking hold of an out stretched hand of a witch in need.<br><br>&nbsp;Anduin had spent the night while the Halliwell children slept just getting to know a bit more about his charge. Plus he did some reading of his own. He liked to read and he had done so in the mansion's attic until sunrise. It was something had had made a habit of doing when he got a new charge. He always liked to find a good spot and watch the sun rise. It was a new day, a new charge and a new challenge. So he had stood on the second tower of the Golden gate bridge watching the sun rising in the east. It was he felt a good way to start things off. <br><br>&nbsp;After the sun had crested the horizon he had let himself soak it in before looking over in the direction of the Halliwell manor. There was a bit of fog coming in but by about mid morning the sun would have warmed it enough to burn it all away. So he decided to orb into a small coffee shop he knew that was run by a local witch and get himself a cup of the brew. He knew her whitelighter and she had always kept a pot filled in the back closet where one could get at it. “Mug.” he said orbing in another aged treasure of his. A lovely made and well worn old ceramic mug. The cracked and faded blue outside bellied it's faded gray interior. Which itself was long since stained brown from the number of cup of coffee he had drunk from it. He then reached to grab a muffin when he heard a call. He grinned again before reaching forward and snagging two muffins from the basket and orbing away.<br><br>&nbsp;He orbed into the room with Roselyn. “Well now lets see. Holding the hand of a witch who needs a little bit of moral support? I think that qualifies as helping under the Whiterlighter's hand book.” he said with his grin as he set the mug and the muffins down before taking hold of her hand in his own. He made sure the hand he grabbed hers with was the one that had been holding the warm mug of coffee. So the warmth of the mug transferred to her hand. “Now then maiden fair with thine hand in mine make thy leap of faith.” he said in a slightly hammy fashion. However his smile was always on his face trying to help her along the way.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Levi</strong> on <strong>08-02-2018, 22:15:38</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: &nbsp;Tempest Halliwell (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=280409.msg13785989#msg13785989)<br><div class="floatright">(https://hairstylemonkey.co.in/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/Ancient-greek-goddess-hairstyle.jpg)</div><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1st March around 10am<br><strong>Location:</strong> kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; patched jeans and a red halter neck top<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All<br><strong>Content:</strong> <br><hr><br>Tempest arrived in the kitchen with Max hot on her heels, she glanced around and smiled already there was a small cluster of her family up and about, like a well oiled machine the girls moved around each other each set on their own task, as Kamea was already in her place of power cooking up a scrummy breakfast, Tempest made a beeline to one of the cabinets and withdrew her own personal teacup (https://i.pinimg.com/236x/88/54/7a/88547aca1e3d4ce1ce4bce1af4a883ea.jpg) she then pulled down a jar of loose tea and a tea sieve taking the collection to the kettle she got on with making her self fresh tea.<br><br>"Drink anyone?" She asked, right at that moment though Rosalyn nd her white lighter appeared in the doorway and her cousin announced that the letter had arrived a squeal erupted from Tempest, Rosalyn might have thought she had kept the fact that she had applied to a secret but secrets were an extremely&nbsp; hard thing to keep in a house full of women, esspecially when those women were witches and Halliwell's to boot! So she bounced over the tiny space between her and the island that lay in the middle of the room, grabbing the spare mail from Rosalyn and Tempest dumped it out of the way and said "Well don't just stand there! Open it!!!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norsegod1839</strong> on <strong>09-02-2018, 18:03:07</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>GM POST </strong></div><br><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u">BARBAS </span></div><br>"My lord one of them has separated herself from the manor"<br><br>A smile curved over his lip before he spoke.<br><br>"Show me Rujek"<br><br>Barbas vision receded replaced by an overhead shot of the foggy street. He saw her easily enough running through the fog without a care in the world or fear for her safety. His lips curled up in a smirk at the image. These Halliwell woman really thought that they were safe didn't they? That nothing and no one could hurt them? <br><br>Well that's what he was there for. <br><br>"Thank you Rujek" Barbas said with a deep chuckle "I will take it from here" <br><br>The vision receded and Barbas stepped forward in time and space. He reappeared right next to the one running and outside of the safety of the manor. He came in behind her and his hand shot out and grabbed her by the shoulder mid run. He stopped her turning her to face him and smiling like a fox who managed to snare a hen. Power emanated from his body as well as that palpable sense of fear.<br><br>"Do you know who I am?" He asked her letting her go and bringing his hand up "You witches are doing you're reading right? Does my reputation proceed me?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norsegod1839</strong> on <strong>09-02-2018, 18:11:49</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Maximus Stone<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March, Sun Rise<br><strong>Location:</strong> Temp Bedroom, Kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Beat up old jeans, hiking boots, Black T shirt<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tempest, Open<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> N/A<br><br><br>"Ah right" Max said remembering that there were many other girls in the house and that she would need to check in. Max hadn't been around or part of a large family since his old gang running days. The White lighters were technically a rather large operation but most of them were solitary creatures. He only went back up to heaven when he needed to and those interactions were brief. He was going to need to adjust his perception if he wanted to keep up with the Halliwells! <br><br>"Lead the way temp" He said to her with a smile. He moved with her out of her bedroom his hands behind his back and clasped as he followed her down the staircase. He could hear a conversation going in the kitchen evidence of the house already being up and full of friendly conversation. He patted one of the supports fondly as they moved sensing the good energy and reveling in it.<br><br>He stepped into the kitchen with Tempest and gave Kamea a soft smile. He needed to talk to her to when he had the chance about being her white lighter as well as Tempest. There was a bit of a shortage right now because of a series of devastating Dark Lighter attacks. He was pulling double duty to make sure all the halliwell line was protected!<br><br>"No thank you" He said shaking his head when Kamea offered him a plate "I do need to talk to you though when we get a chance" <br><br>He waited for her to nod and then turned to wait and watch. He stood a bit off of everyone evidence of his loner life coming into play. He wasn't standoffish per say he just looked awkward and unsure. He did his best to smile and nod at everyone as they came in and when asked a question he answered before retreating back into his corner.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>09-02-2018, 19:23:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn-images-1.medium.com/max/1600/0*2417MxeUm-jF7zrp.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rosalyn Mitchell-Halliwell<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 1st, a little after 10:00 AM<br><strong>Location:</strong>Halliwell Manor, Kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This outfit (https://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=234943828[/URL)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Anduin, Tempest and open.<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content:</strong> OMG! OMG!<br><br><hr><br>Rosalyn smiled nervously at her cousin before she looked over at Anduin, lightly squeezing his hand before she let go to tear open the envelope... she paused momentarily after it was open to take a deep breath and release it.<br><br>“Okay... here we go... oh please, oh please...” Rosalyn murmured, reaching into the envelope and pulling out the two to three sheets of paper... but the first couple lines of the front page instantly had Rosalyn squealed quite high pitched and jumping up and down “I got in! I got in! Oh my God, I got into Le Cordon Bleu!”<br><br>She squealed again before turning to Anduin and throwing her arms around his neck “Oh Anduin, I'm so happy! This is such a great school!”<br><br>Releasing her whitelighter, she moved around the island to go and tightly hug Tempest “I can't believe it, this is just incredible!”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lisa2lady</strong> on <strong>10-02-2018, 00:04:54</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: &nbsp;Victoria Halliwell-Morris (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=280409.msg13785989#msg13785989)<br><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/GvVQlnc.jpg)</div><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 1, a little bit after sunrise.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Halliwell Manor: Victoria’s bedroom➽&nbsp; <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &nbsp;Morning &nbsp;(https://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=234157385 [/URL) <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> &nbsp;Barbas｜Open｜ &nbsp;<br><strong>Content:</strong> The start of a new day➽ Morning run <br><br>The fog was slowly starting to clear, Victoria could no longer disappear into the whiteness around her.&nbsp; She was still struggling to get Elias off her mind, she felt guilty for the way she spoke to him. His words quickly started to replay in her mind. She quickly found herself justifying her anger towards, he was half demon and that meant he was still dangerous and she could not put her family in danger. She already felt the weakest of the Halliwell clan. She did not want to be the one to bring them harm.<br>---➽<br>She was deep in her thoughts, her feet beating the concrete sidewalk with each passing moment she stirred up all her anxiety that she kept inside. Before she can beat herself up any more there was a shift in the air. She suddenly senses danger before she could respond a gray-haired man appeared in front of her she was quickly stunned and stumbled back as he grabbed her.<br><br>At first, she was so stunned she did not recognize him. "Do you know who I am?" He asked her letting her go and bringing his hand up "You witches are doing you're reading right? Does my reputation proceed me?" she had looked through the book enough to know his face “Barbas” she was almost afraid to speak his name. There was no way he could be alive, “How are you alive?” she stuttered.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>10-02-2018, 16:58:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://asset3.modelmanagement.com/mm-eyJ0Ijp7InIiOiIzMjAi/fSwiaWQiOiJpMzYxMzI5/IiwiZiI6InBuZyJ9.png)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elias Watkins (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=280409.msg13785993#msg13785993)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 1st, just after sunrise<br><strong>Location:</strong> Streets of the city → Halliwell Manor<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Running shorts, blue tee shirt, headband, running shoes<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Contents:</strong> Is there still hope?<br><br><hr><br>Elias hod not gotten very far indeed before falling to his knees. In fact he had only gone a few paces, though as far as Victoria was concerned it could have been miles and yet not far enough, he was sure of that. He turned and sat on the damp ground to just look in the direction she had gone. In all his long life he had never met anyone quite like her and had been starting to feel that with her just might stand a chance of some happiness. Of course, that was not to be though. He had been right all along about not having any long term relationships with anybody. His demon blood made him live too long. Here it was the very thing that made him not want a lasting connection to a mortal woman the one thing she objected to causing her to hate him. There was no doubt in his mind at all that she did hate him for something he could not control, change and did not want. Truth of the matter was he hated being part demon. He would have gladly given up the ability to shimmer and throw energy balls to simply be a mortal and live a normal life.<br><br>As the demon witch hybrid sat there looking into the fog after the one woman he was most attracted stormed out of his life for good, a glint of reflected light caught his attention. His gaze followed that and he saw something there on the ground where they had landed after the collision. Rising back to his feet he walked back to that spot and bent down to see what was there. It was a set of keys and he recognized them as being Victoria's, he had remarked about how interesting her keychain was at least once. He picked them and as he did his anger came back as her last words to him came to his mind. He reared back about to throw her keys as far as he could, but stopped. It was just a petty act of frustration to throw them then. No, if he really wanted to make them lost he should throw them into the bay. With that thought in mind he started to shimmer the top of the bridge being his destination, but he stopped that too before dematerializing. No, it did not matter that she hated him, sure it hurt that she did and it made him angry, but he just could not bring himself hate her in return. Hate was a demon thing, petty revenge for pain caused was a demon thing. Damn it, he was better than that, he was only part demon and part witch. He would do the right thing and give the keys back to her. After that they could just stay out of each others way.<br><br>With the intent of giving the keys back to Victoria Elias headed after her. She had been running but he no longer felt like running at least not in that direction. No, despite his resolve he was not in a hurry to face her anger and hatred so soon, so he just walked towards her home quite sure that she would get there well before him. After her last words though he had no difficulty putting her out of his mind in so much as he was not aware of where she was, at that moment he did not want to sense her. Arriving in front of the manor he paused at the bottom of the stairs to take a deep breath and let it out slowly. That done he marched up those stairs and without hesitation rang the doorbell. He know people were home and up. He was getting a sense of a number of people in what he guessed was the kitchen. In fact he could sense that there was only one person still above the main floor. So he waited for the door to be answered. His plan was to turn over the keys and be on his way.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Levi</strong> on <strong>10-02-2018, 19:47:13</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: &nbsp;Tempest Halliwell (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=280409.msg13785989#msg13785989)<br><div class="floatright">(https://hairstylemonkey.co.in/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/Ancient-greek-goddess-hairstyle.jpg)</div><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1st March around 10am<br><strong>Location:</strong> kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; patched jeans and a red halter neck top<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rosalyn, Elias<br><strong>Content:</strong> Excitement and a steaming half demon<br><hr><br>Tempest hugged Rosalyn tightly, she was so happy! This was THE best news ever. Suddenly the door bell rang and curious to see who it was the witch excused her self from the excitement, her mind wandered to the girls oldest cousin Victoria. Where was she? She would have known even more about Rosalyn applying for culinary school then any of them. The blond approached the door, she could vaguely see a looming shadow through the frosted glass. <em>hmm, not Victoria then!</em> she thought to herself.<br><br>Opening the door she encounters Elias, he was dressed for running but his face looked almost frightening! Even Tempest who's powers were all water based didn't need to be an empathetic to know what was going on here! The blond rolled her eyes, Victoria had proberly given him a verbal lashing. Honestly sometimes that girl just needed to relax a bit!<br><br>Plastering a massive smile on her face she exclaimed brightly "Elias! Your just in time!" Reaching out she grabbed the man's arm and yanked him inside, before he could say anything Tempest shut the door and called down the hallway "Kamea, set another place for breakfast!" Turning she said almost evily "You know it's rude to turn up at breakfast time and not break bread with us...." The woman wouldn't completely force him to stay, but she knew her other two cousins would help push Victoria and Elias together.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>11-02-2018, 00:36:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://asset3.modelmanagement.com/mm-eyJ0Ijp7InIiOiIzMjAi/fSwiaWQiOiJpMzYxMzI5/IiwiZiI6InBuZyJ9.png)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elias Watkins (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=280409.msg13785993#msg13785993)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 1st, morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Halliwell Manor<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Running shorts, blue tee shirt, headband, running shoes<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tempest, other Halliwells and white lighters, Open<br><strong>Contents:</strong> Is there still hope?<br><br><hr><br>As he waited for the door to be answered Elias was not sure if he hoped Victoria would answer it or if it were anybody but her. If it were one of the other girls he could just hand off the keys and be done with it. That way he could give her what she seemed to want and he could just stay out of her way. On the other hand if it were her he could hand the keys directly to her and just maybe she will have calmed down a bit. When the door opened and he saw Tempest he was a little relieved, because he seriously doubted Victoria would have calmed down and changed her mind. Before he could say anything though he suddenly found himself grabbed by the arm and quite literally being dragged into the house. The pretty young blonde started rattling on about it being rude to visit as breakfast time and not breaking bread with them. He had not even thought about food yet that morning, but being dragged towards the kitchen and the smell of the cooking. Suddenly he was feeling hungry.<br><br>Tempest's happiness and excitement seemed to be contagious. Between that and the smells coming from the kitchen Elias was starting to relax. At least for the moment he was able to put Victoria's anger and hate out of his mind. If only she were as accepting as at least Tempest was. By the time they reached the kitchen there was actually a small smile on his face. Once again he was in the manor with some of the Halliwells, and he was being welcomed. This time around they all knew the truth about him being part demon. It was the first time in his life somebody other than his mother your grandmother accepted him knowing the truth and it felt great.<br><br>Entering the kitchen Elias went straight to have a seat. After all Tempest had shouted back to Kamea about setting another place before dragging him in. He nodded to the white lighters in greeting and smiled at the women. “I wouldn't want to be rude, so I will be glad to break bread with all of you. I really only stopped by because after running into Victoria, quite literally, she dropped her keys.” He laid the key chain on the table. He looked around the room seeing Kamea cooking and how excitedly happy Rosalyn was, even more so than Tempest. What he did not see was Victoria. He glanced up towards where he could sense the only other person in the manor.<br><br>Suddenly realizing Victoria was not there Elias started to get concerned. So he took a moment to actively try to sense her specifically. After a bit his brows furrowed in a look of confusion and worry. He looked at the two white lighters. “I can't sense Victoria. Can you white lighters sense more than just your charges? If so please try to sense her. I've never had that happen before. I can always sense somebody I know if a want, but now I can't sense her.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>15-02-2018, 07:43:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn-images-1.medium.com/max/1600/0*2417MxeUm-jF7zrp.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rosalyn Mitchell-Halliwell<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 1st, a little after 10:00 AM<br><strong>Location:</strong>Halliwell Manor, Kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This outfit (https://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=234943828[/URL)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Anduin, Tempest, Elias and open.<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content:</strong> OMG! OMG!<br><br><hr><br>Far too happy to give a shit about her existing uncertainties about Elias, Rosalyn held up her acceptance letter from Le Cordon Bleu “Look, Le Cordon Bleu school of culinary arts, I got accepted! Can you believe that? I am going attend one of the very best cooking schools in the country!”<br><br>“My cousins are the best in the world, they were awesome enough to try all the practice dishes I made before my entrance exam. Thanks to them, I perfected all of my dishes and it seems, I really knocked the judges socks off!” Clutching the letter close to her chest now, Rosalyn turned her eyes to her cousin Tempest “Do you know where Victoria is? I just have to tell her, she's going to be so excited”<br><br>She looked back at Anduin with a big bright joyful smile “You simply have to join us for dinner tonight, I am going to cook a big celebratory dinner. I am in such a good mood right now, I think I could effortlessly cook enough to feed an army. Anyway, maybe if you hand me Victoria's keys, Elias, I can sense her and orb to her. I am really eager to tell her the good news anyway”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaia</strong> on <strong>17-02-2018, 17:04:18</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Prudence "Kamea" Halliwell (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=280409.msg13786120#msg13786120)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 1<br><strong>Location:</strong> Halliwell Manor, kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured, with black jeans, barefoot.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tempest l Elias l Ros l&nbsp; <strong>Mentioning:</strong>&nbsp; Zo<br><strong>Content:</strong> Breakfast!&nbsp; Cake!<br><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i65.tinypic.com/20fsu2t.jpg)</div>Everyone was bustling about the kitchen, smiles all around in the excitement that was palpable.&nbsp; The youngest of the Halliwell women, it was normal for her to keep a quiet presence while everyone bustled, bristled, and overall, existed in the space around her.&nbsp; Her father hoped that she would learn to get out of her head, to connect to others, but the tiny brunette had a hard time when it came to making herself known.&nbsp; <br><br>A smile was sent their way, but when her cousin asked her to set another place, Kamea ignored her.&nbsp; It wasn't to be spiteful.&nbsp; No, one of the things that she had noticed when rising early was that Zoey had disappeared from her usual place on the couch.&nbsp; Eventually, they might notice, but for the moment the girl just went through her paces in placing the food on the table for everyone.<br><br>"That's fantastic hon," Kamea said softly.&nbsp; If her cousin could do more than just this witchy life, then surely she could as well.&nbsp; It wasn't like she asked to be Wyatt's daughter, the heir to his magical claim.&nbsp; She didn't ask to be the daughter of the fabled Lady of the Lake, and yet, here she stood.&nbsp; Her whole life was planned for her, and Kamea was never even consulted.&nbsp; Sometimes, the brunette was envious of her friend.&nbsp; At least Zo could leave when she wanted.&nbsp; "There's cake when you're done.&nbsp; Happy Birthday girls!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norsegod1839</strong> on <strong>06-03-2018, 18:59:34</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>GM POSTING </strong></div><br><div align="center"><strong>BARBAS </strong></div><br><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u">CURRENT TARGET </span></div><br><div align="center"><em>VICTORIA HALLIWEL MORRIS</em></div><br>"How am I alive?" Barbas questioned before laughing and shaking his head. He moved forward his eyes alight with pleasure at the way she backed up. Fearing him only made him stronger and it showed as the fog began to thicken around Victoria. <br><br>"I'm a demon silly girl" Barbas said with a wicked smile "You're grandmothers might have been powerful but they never could quite get rid of me now could they?" <br><br>He took another step forward content to take his time. He had her now and there would be no escaping until he made her experience the blackest thoughts in her pretty little head. He rose his hand up making that all to familiar swiping gesture. It was a slow pass back and forth as his particular brand of magic went to work and effected her. He touched into her fear drawing it out like a magician as he stepped back and the fog began to wrap around him. <br><br>"You will die in this fog alone" Barbas said a wry smile crossing his face as he sunk into the fog "Alone.... and then I will come after the rest of your family next. I will finally have my revenge on the Halliwell! And what can you do?" <br><br>"You lot aren't even charmed" <br><br>He laughed disappearing as the fog pressed in all around her and she began to live her fears in real time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lisa2lady</strong> on <strong>07-03-2018, 08:59:25</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: &nbsp;Victoria Halliwell-Morris (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=280409.msg13785989#msg13785989)<br><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/GvVQlnc.jpg)</div><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 1, a little bit after sunrise.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Halliwell Manor: Victoria’s bedroom➽ Unknown location&nbsp; <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &nbsp;Morning &nbsp;(https://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=234157385 [/URL) <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> &nbsp;Barbas｜Open｜ &nbsp;<br><strong>Content:</strong> Morning run➽ Facing her own Demons<br><br>"I'm a demon silly girl," Barbas said with a wicked smile "Your grandmothers might have been powerful but they never could quite get rid of me now could they?" There was no way the great charmed ones could have failed in riding the earth of this heartless demon. She could still remember the first time she heard about the chaos he caused in the Halliwell family. Just the thought brought fear to her heart,&nbsp; still, her mind could not register how he was here. <br><br>Every part of her was screaming Victoria “Run!!” but her feet would not move.&nbsp; As he stepped closer she felt the sheer panic as she tried to remember how to defeat this demon. As many times as she read that damn book right not her mind would not let her think of anything but her flaws. The one thing she knew was that her basic power would do nothing for her. She was an empath, after all, her greatest weapon against a demon was her spells and potions. Barbas could not be easily slain and she knew it.&nbsp; &nbsp;Before he had even cast his magic upon her, Victoria’s own anxiety had already started to flood her mind.&nbsp; Her own self-doubt caused her to fall prey to Barbas’ magic.&nbsp; All it took was a wave of his hand and the floodgates open.<br><br>“He is right what can you do to protect them… you could not even sense the demon that was right under your nose.” Her mind would not let up, as his magic dug deeper into her subconscious pulling out her deep-rooted fear. Although she was a Halliwell she never felt like one, her cousins were so much more powerful than her. Without cupids ring all, she was just an average witch who could feel and make potions. There were times where she was almost jealous of her cousins magic came naturally to them. Growing up Victoria had to push herself to learn spells and potions just so that she would not be a burden to others.<br><br>The fear increased as a scary thought popped into her mind this thought quickly turned into an image of Elias attacking her family and her unable to stop him. She misinterpreted these images as real and she felt that urge to protect them, she quickly summoned cupid’s powers through the ring she was able to beam. She did not go far she just returned to the fog. <br><br>The vision played out like a horror movie replaying in her mind until she took off running into the fog. Although her feet were moving she was no closer to the manor. The Panic quickly set in as her heart started to race and her mind flooded with so many fears. In her confusion, she found herself deeper in the fog's thickness running in circles.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>07-03-2018, 19:21:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://asset3.modelmanagement.com/mm-eyJ0Ijp7InIiOiIzMjAi/fSwiaWQiOiJpMzYxMzI5/IiwiZiI6InBuZyJ9.png)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elias Watkins (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=280409.msg13785993#msg13785993)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 1st,&nbsp; morning, breakfast time<br><strong>Location:</strong> Halliwell Manor: kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Running shorts, blue tee shirt, headband, running shoes<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tempest, Kamea, Rosalyn, Max, Anduin, open<br><strong>Contents:</strong> <br><br><hr><br>Hearing Rosalyn's news and seeing her excitement Elias smiled broadly and despite his previous anger it reached his eyes, he was truly happy for the young witch. “That's great news, Rosalyn. And on your birthday too. A wonderful gift even if they didn't intend it to be so. I'm happy for you, congratulations.” If he knew her better he would have stood back up and given her a hug, but he did not and after the encounter he had just had with Victoria he did not want to push any boundaries with any of the Halliwell ladies.<br><br>When Kamea placed the food before them he inhaled deeply taking in the wonderful aromas and savoring them. “Mmm smells wonderful, now I'm very glad to have stopped by right at this time.”<br><br>He was just reaching for some food when the question of Victoria's whereabouts was asked by other than himself. Already a bit concerned he looked around the room his focus landing on Tempest. “She hasn't come home from her run and gone back out? She was still running and heading this way when we parted company. After the verbal exchange we had I was not in a big hurry to catch up with her, even to give back her keys.” Grew far more concerned learning that she had not made it back and not being able to sense her. He hoped that in his attempt to get her out of his mind he had not completely push her out and that was why he could not sense. Yet maybe it would be better if that were the reason.<br><br>When Rosalyn asked for Victoria's keys in hopes of being able to sense her Elias pick them back up from where he had dropped them on the table. He handed them to the brunette. “I do hope you have better luck than I'm having. It might just be that after our confrontation I subconsciously blocked her. I do hope that's all it is. Despite her words I do not wish her any harm.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>08-03-2018, 19:38:53</strong>
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				(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/55/LrcJz.jpg)<br>Name: Anduin Fordring<br>Date/Time: March, around midnight.<br>Location: Halliwell kitchen<br>Wearing: Pictured, t-shirt with an open over shirt , jeans and pair of work boots<br>Tagging: Roslyn, Open<br>Content: Taking hold of an out stretched hand of a witch in need.<br><br>&nbsp;Anduin nodded his head to Roslyn. "Yes I do have to agree our companion. It seems luck has smiled upon you indeed. The acceptance into the collage and getting your whitelighter all on the same day. Not a bad way to start it off. As for dinner well sure I don't mind doing so in the least. It should be fun and I've never been one to turn down a home cooked meal. Might even try my hand at cooking for you all sometime." he said to her with an easy going smile on his face. Though Elias' words seemed a little out of place even Anduin had to wonder what exactly it was that had transpired between the two of them. "I don't think you are subconsciously blocking her. It's been my experience demons and even half-demons can exert a bit more control than they thing they might have. All the same I do agree a bit of caution couldn't hurt. After all an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of worry as the old saying goes." he said picking up the steaming mug of coffee and taking a sip of the warm liquid. He turned to look as Ros when she volunteered to bring her cousin her keys he nodded his head. "Since things seemed to be getting interesting as of late. Why don't I go with you little missy?" he said to her.<br><br>&nbsp;Anduin remembered what Max had said about there being strange things afoot and even he had to admit things were...interesting to say the least about it. So he wanted to make sure his new charge at least had someone looking out for her incase things got really bad about it. "That is if you will of course have me watching your back? I've had a charge or two who didn't like the idea of a man looking out for them." he said. He was of course remembering a couple of his charges in the last sixty years who had been downright toxic towards him about him just doing his job. Heck one of them had managed to rage such a stink over it the Elders decided to remove him from being her assigned Whitelighter altogether in favor of a woman. <br><br>&nbsp; Besides even though he was the Whitelighter to the younger of the girls he was still honestly considered the elder of the Whitelighters here. So it kind of fall to him to look after the others. After all he'd been doing this gig for nearly twelve hundred years. Which each time he said those two words together it made him feel old. He was older than many of the great witch houses in the world. Hell the only reason he'd been passed over for the original Halliwells was Leo getting some instant fame for defeating a Darklighter he'd been having a feud with for awhile. Most of the demons he'd faced in his long career had been either vanquished by his charges or by other witches so he couldn't record anything like that in his mind. He wasn't exactly jealous of Leo but damn if the boy hadn't gotten some fame. Still he had to admit in the end that Leo had followed his heart and he had not regretted a single instant of it later in his life so that was a huge plus to it. So he would take the task of this for himself to protect and guide them since that was what he knew their grandparents would have wanted for them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Levi</strong> on <strong>12-03-2018, 22:32:21</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: &nbsp;Tempest Halliwell (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=280409.msg13785989#msg13785989)<br><div class="floatright">(https://hairstylemonkey.co.in/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/Ancient-greek-goddess-hairstyle.jpg)</div><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 1st- early morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> patched jeans and red halter neck top<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All in the kitchen<br><strong>Content:</strong> Missing a witch<br><hr><br>Things were getting a bit heated but this was the kitchen so that was to be expected! When Elias addressed Tempest, the blond blinked at him almost stupefied and then what he said actually sunk in <strong>"She hasn't come home from her run and gone back out?"</strong> theyoung witch looked thoughtful. "I haven't seen her at all this morning, I don't think Victoria has been home" she managed to respond before Anduin announced his intent to go with Roslyn and look for their cousin. Tempest paced the kitchen, what could they do and the it hit her, the answer so obvious that she almost laughed out loud.<br><br>"Why don't we scry for her?" Without awaiting a response the blond witch dashed from the room, her feet could be heard thundering down the hallway as she located a map and Scrying crystal and returned to the kitchen. Laying out the map on the table she looked up at Roslyn, she stretching her hand palm open with the crystal nestled there. "You do it" she smiled encouragingly. Turning to Elias she gave him a warm smile "Here we go, the famous Halliwell magic" Tempest laughed, but it was short lived her worry for the oldest cousin showing in her eyes before the blond turned her attention to the map.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>24-03-2018, 07:50:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn-images-1.medium.com/max/1600/0*2417MxeUm-jF7zrp.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rosalyn Mitchell-Halliwell<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 1st, a little after 10:00 AM<br><strong>Location:</strong>Halliwell Manor, moving around and winding up ultimately in&nbsp; Kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">This outfit</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h275/SavinaHime/rose%20sexy%20casual_zpskpumvhzd.jpg)</div></div><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Anduin, Tempest and other kitchen occupants.<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> Victoria.<br><strong>Content:</strong> Feeling highly concerned over a very important person in her life.<br><br><hr><br>Completely unfazed by her cousin's hurrying from the kitchen after the suggestion of scrying, Rosalyn waited patiently for her to return, watching then as she did with map and scrying crystal in hand.<br>She watched calmly as Tempest laid it out on the kitchen island and then extended the crystal towards her with the invitation to do the scrying... she supposed though it made sense, she did have the closest bond with Victoria, the missing witch was more like older sister than cousin to Rosalyn.<br><br>“Okay” Rosalyn replied, accepting the crystal into her hand, she turned milk chocolate eyes towards Anduin for some reassurance before she looked down at the map, took a deep breath and let the crystal dangle, swinging round and round, faster and faster... “This is strange... do you all feel that? Like, a weird forboding feeling... the kind that crawls up and down your spine...”<br><br>Abruptly then, the crystal clanked forcefully down onto the counter, Rosalyn leaned in to look and then glanced worriedly at Anduin “I have a weird feeling, we should get moving asap...”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>29-03-2018, 17:28:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://asset3.modelmanagement.com/mm-eyJ0Ijp7InIiOiIzMjAi/fSwiaWQiOiJpMzYxMzI5/IiwiZiI6InBuZyJ9.png)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elias Watkins (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=280409.msg13785993#msg13785993)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 1st, morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Halliwell Manor, kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Running shorts, blue tee shirt, headband, running shoes<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everybody there.<br><strong>Contents:</strong> Worry.<br><br><hr><br>It was suggested rather than just trying to sense Victoria they trying scrying for her, by Tempest. Elias thought that was a good idea. If scrying did not work that would mean that she was somehow being cloaked, which definitely would not be good. If it did work than they would know right where to find her. That and he would actually get to see a Halliwell performing some magic. It did not matter the he had seen his mother and grand scry for people and he had even done it a time or two himself. It would something special to witness a Halliwell even doing something that simple and basic.<br><br>When Tempest came back with the crystal and the map Elias sat up straight. He looked eagerly at the map not wanting to miss a second of the casting. As the crystal was passed off to Rosalyn he moved to the edge of his seat to get a better view. Even he had seen and done it before he acted like it was totally new to him as it started spinning. Before Rosalyn asked her question he got that feeling he gets every time he has to go to the Under World. Going down there where demons dwell always filled him with dread. At her mentioning it his eyes snapped up from the spinning crystal to her. “It's that same feeling I get when I have to go to the Under World.” He shuddered. “I hate having to go down there.”<br><br>The crystal went down with a solid thunk sound and Elias looked down to see where it had landed. He went pale when he saw it. “That's almost right where I ran into her.” Forgetting about the food provided for breakfast he stood up. “Regardless what she said I'm going too. I can take 2 people with me when I shimmer. Does anybody need a lift?” He looked between Tempest and Kamea. Rosalyn had mentioned orbing but he did not know if the other two could travel like that on their own.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>29-03-2018, 22:04:37</strong>
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				(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/55/LrcJz.jpg)<br>Name: Anduin Fordring<br>Date/Time: March, around midnight.<br>Location: Halliwell kitchen<br>Wearing: Pictured, t-shirt with an open over shirt , jeans and pair of work boots<br>Tagging: Everyone in the Kitchen<br>Content: Strategizing how to save a Witch.<br><br>&nbsp;As he listened and watched Tempest and Rosalyn work their magic, a feat that always made him proud. When the crystal slapped down on the table and Elias mentioned it was where he left Victoria Andi nodded his head. "Actually if you think she might be in danger than it might be prudent to take the whole team since we don't know what we are facing." he said thinking if something big was happening he'd want the biggest chance to kick it in the teeth and then run like hell. So he would put forward his idea. <br><br>&nbsp;"So baring all that in mind I propose something else instead." he said looking to Elias. "Elias I want you to take Rosalyn and Tempest with you. Since I can sense Rosalyn anywhere, Kamea and I will follow after you." he said looking to the others. "Make no mistake on this folks this is a rescue mission not let see how many demons we can vanquish today. That's tomorrow. Your sister is more important right now." he said, his voice clam and measured before he turned to Elias once more. "I want you to know that I'm placing a lot of trust in you at this moment. Letting you shimmer away with my charge isn't exactly on the Elder's list of things they allow a Whitelighter to get away without a damn good reason." he said to him. He wanted to make sure the half-demon understood what was at stake here. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Levi</strong> on <strong>30-03-2018, 18:17:37</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: &nbsp;Tempest Halliwell (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=280409.msg13785989#msg13785989)<br><div class="floatright">(https://hairstylemonkey.co.in/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/Ancient-greek-goddess-hairstyle.jpg)</div><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 1st- early morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> patched jeans and red halter neck top<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All in the kitchen<br><strong>Content:</strong> Missing a witch<br><hr><br>Tempest could feel the sudden thinness in the air and when Elias said it felt like going into the under world that set of alarm bells for the blond haired witch. She slipped down from her seat as Anduin laid out a plan Tempest nodded, it would be faster for them to go by magical means to where Victoria was. Walking towards the half demon she grinned this was after all her first demon fight and what she was looking forward to most about being a witch. "Let's go!" She said linking her arm in Elias's she looked up at her companion and smiled "I've never shimmered before, this is the best birthday...you know apart from Victoria possibly being in danger and everything!" Bouncing on the balls of her feat the water witch couldn't wait to leap into action.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>07-04-2018, 00:56:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn-images-1.medium.com/max/1600/0*2417MxeUm-jF7zrp.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rosalyn Mitchell-Halliwell<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 1st, a little after 10:00 AM<br><strong>Location:</strong>Halliwell Manor, moving around and winding up ultimately in&nbsp; Kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">This outfit</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h275/SavinaHime/rose%20sexy%20casual_zpskpumvhzd.jpg)</div></div><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Anduin, Tempest and other kitchen occupants.<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> Victoria.<br><strong>Content:</strong> Feeling highly concerned over a very important person in her life.<br><br><hr><br>Rosalyn looked over at Anduin after her cousin volunteered her aid as well “Well, I suppose we ought to get a move on. If Victoria is in trouble, every moment counts. You ready, Elias? Anduin? Tempest? We don't know what to expect, so we need to be certain we are prepared to handle anything that pops up... maybe we should whip up some quick defensive potions? You and I, Tempest, we could probably put something together pretty quick, kind of a 'covers all the basics' potion?”<br><br>She felt the horrible urge to rush to Victoria's side, but... what if something was going down, something serious... and they were not packing enough firepower to save their adorable backsides? Rosalyn was rather fond of her cute pert backside...<br><br>“We don't have to waste time with potions... I just want to make sure nothing goes sideways as best we can. What do you think, Tempest?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>07-04-2018, 20:08:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://asset3.modelmanagement.com/mm-eyJ0Ijp7InIiOiIzMjAi/fSwiaWQiOiJpMzYxMzI5/IiwiZiI6InBuZyJ9.png)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elias Watkins (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=280409.msg13785993#msg13785993)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 1st, morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Halliwell Manor, kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Running shorts, blue tee shirt, headband, running shoes<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All<br><strong>Contents:</strong> Worry and surprise.<br><br><hr><br>As Anduin spoke Elias turned to look at the ancient whitelighter. “It's just a feeling but in a century and half I have learned to trust those feelings. Better to error on the side of caution.” He listened to Andiun basically rephrasing what he had just suggested with the whole team going, that was why he had offered to take Tempest and Kamea with him as he shimmered. He was quite surprised though with the suggestion that he take Rosalyn instead of Kamea. This was a show of trust that no one, witch or demon, had ever placed in him. Witches and whitelighters always looked at his demon side while demons always looked at his witch side, being half demon and half witch had both groups equally distrusting him, making him perpetually unwelcome in either group. The surprise showed clearly on his face. “Thank you, Anduin. I understand and greatly appreciate the great great trust you are putting in me. I will not let you down.”<br><br>That surprise was compounded when Tempest eagerly took his arm and actually was excited to have the chance to shimmer for the first time. She clearly trusted him enough to put her own life in his hands. Elias had made the suggestion but had honestly expected none to accept his offer. He gave the blonde a surprised smile. The intense feeling of well being at being shown such trust was indescribable. With the beautiful blonde on one arm he looked to Rosalyn and held out his arm in such a way that she could either take his arm or just his hand. He hoped that with Andiun's and Tempest's trust she too would feel safe with him. Rather than being as eager as her cousin though she suggested taking time to make some defensive potions. He looked from her to the others to see their reactions to the idea.<br><br>“I can understand you wanting to be prepared, but time may be an issue. It has already been some time since Victoria and I had our confrontation. I doubt anything you could whip up quickly would more effective than my energy balls. How about we go and let me cover your pretty backsides while you see to rescuing her? I say we rescue her and get what information we can on the threat then we can work on a way to deal with that specifically.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>07-04-2018, 20:57:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn-images-1.medium.com/max/1600/0*2417MxeUm-jF7zrp.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rosalyn Mitchell-Halliwell<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 1st, a little after 10:00 AM<br><strong>Location:</strong>Halliwell Manor, moving around and winding up ultimately in&nbsp; Kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">This outfit</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h275/SavinaHime/rose%20sexy%20casual_zpskpumvhzd.jpg)</div></div><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Anduin, Tempest and other kitchen occupants.<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> Victoria.<br><strong>Content:</strong> Feeling highly concerned over a very important person in her life.<br><br><hr><br>Rosalyn looked over at Elias dumbfounded and a little bit embarrassed at her slip of the mind “Oh, that's right! I forgot about that! I suppose my head is just all over the place and Victoria being in the hot seat doesn't help much. Anyway, no need to worry about shimmering for me, I can orb. Thank you for the offer though”<br><br>She still didn't know Elias very well, she wouldn't go so far as to say she suspected him of anything nefarious, but until she knew him better... she couldn't exactly rule it out either. One needed to be cautious in the presence of strangers, the stories of their grandparents had taught her plenty of that golden rule.<br><br>“If the need arises, I suggest search teams of pairs” Rosalyn suggested “Anduin and I, Tempest and Elias. Now then, let's get moving”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>14-04-2018, 04:56:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://asset3.modelmanagement.com/mm-eyJ0Ijp7InIiOiIzMjAi/fSwiaWQiOiJpMzYxMzI5/IiwiZiI6InBuZyJ9.png)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elias Watkins (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=280409.msg13785993#msg13785993)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 1st, morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Halliwell Manor, kitchen → City streets<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Running shorts, blue tee shirt, headband, running shoes<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All<br><strong>Contents:</strong> Rescue mission.<br><br><hr><br>When Rosalyn declined to “Ride” with him Elias let his arm drop back to his side. With Anduin's and Tempest's trust in he had truly hoped she would trust him as well, though he knew that was probably pushing things. He had gotten his hopes up so the disappointment showed briefly in his expression. “Being prepared is always a good idea and you had no way of knowing I can produce energy balls as well as shimmering. I think though Anduin's idea was you come Tempest and me as I know right where were going and then he could home in on you to bring Kamea along. As you wish though. You can home in on Tempest or myself. I have no way, without a spell, of blocking your ability to sense either of us.”<br><br>Turning to Tempest Elias placed his free hand on the one she hand hooked in his arm. “The first time this can be a little disorienting so take a deep breath and let it out slowly.” As she prepared herself for the shift through space he pictured in his mind the spot where he and Victoria had collided and fallen to the ground. He picked an arrival spot near to that spot but relatively hidden. It would not due to just appear in the middle of the path where anybody could see. Then those still in the kitchen would be able to a shimmer around them like a heat haze and the two vanished from their view. The nearly instantaneous traveling from one place to another location no longer had any detrimental affect on him as he had been doing for nearly his whole life of a century and half.<br><br>As soon as Tempest as was ready Elias would step out on to the path with her still on his arm. He pointed to the spot he and Victoria had landed on the ground then the direction she had gone when leaving him. He was relieved to note that he could was again sense her. “That's where we collided and she went that direction, towards home. Come on I don't think she's far. The others should not have any trouble finding us.”<br><br>Using his ability to sense people Elias focused on Victoria and headed in the direction that ability gave him. “Call out to Victoria, please. I would do it but she was rather upset with me when she stormed away from me. Whatever is happening or has happened she still may not appreciate me being here.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaia</strong> on <strong>16-04-2018, 04:43:29</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Prudence "Kamea" Halliwell (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=280409.msg13786120#msg13786120)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 1<br><strong>Location:</strong> Halliwell Manor, kitchen l Unknown location<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured, with black jeans, tennis shoes<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All<br><strong>Content:</strong> <br><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i65.tinypic.com/20fsu2t.jpg)</div>Watching the others jump to action, she couldn't help but long for times when an unanswered phone call didn't mean that she had to drop everything.&nbsp; Kamea had the importance of their birthright pressed upon her, but she couldn't help but be slightly resentful.&nbsp; Still, it wasn't like her cousin not to answer her phone.&nbsp; "You know, there used to be a time when not answering your phone wasn't an SOS."<br><br>The girl sighed, "Let me grab some shoes, and I'll follow.&nbsp; I'm no good to anyone barefoot."&nbsp; The girl disappeared down into the basement, only coming back up once she was ready.&nbsp; She popped back up just in time to watch everyone vanish in a cloud of orbs.&nbsp; Figures, she would get left behind.&nbsp; The youngest and easiest to overlook of the cousins, Kamea was used to being taken for granted.&nbsp; It was times like this that all she wanted was to talk to her grandparents, but that wasn't always possible.<br><br>Checking the map, the girl attempted to sense her cousin before orbing to join them.&nbsp; Admittedly, she was a little confused why no one else had bothered trying to sense her instead of just scrying, but then again, it came easy to the littlest witch.&nbsp; Closing her eyes, she attempted to get a grasp on her cousin's location.&nbsp; Almost giving up, she finally managed to feel her.&nbsp; <br><br>It was a tough call, orbing straight there or orbing to where the rest had gone.&nbsp; Still, if her cousin was in danger, there was no time to question the right path.&nbsp; Orbing straight to where she sensed Victoria, she cast a glance around, trying to see if she could spot her.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lisa2lady</strong> on <strong>16-04-2018, 06:38:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/GvVQlnc.jpg)</div>&nbsp; <strong>Name</strong>: &nbsp;Victoria Halliwell-Morris (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=280409.msg13785989#msg13785989)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 1, a little bit after sunrise.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Halliwell Manor: Victoria’s bedroom➽ Unknown location&nbsp; <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &nbsp;Morning &nbsp;(https://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=234157385 [/URL) <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> &nbsp;Open｜ &nbsp;<br><strong>Content:</strong> Morning run➽ Facing her own Demons<br>------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br>Victoria wondered throughout the fog for what felt like forever,&nbsp; occasionally she would call out to her family in hopes that someone would find her. Every now and then she heard the heard his voice reminding her she could&nbsp; not save them. Suddenly the thick fog started to clear and she had found herself standing in front of the Manor. As she walked up the driveway she heard screaming. <br><br>In a panic, she quickly prepared for whatever she was about to face.&nbsp; Just as she was opening the door she stood there helplessly as a demon cast out his last dark orb knocking Tempest back against the stairs. “Tempest!!” she called out as she rushed to Tempest’s side.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>“Please please don’t be dead” she pleaded as she leaned down and checked her pulse. Her heart sank once she realized that she was gone. She looked over to see Kamea and Roselyn covered in blood and clinging to life. “Elliot Elliot!!!” she called out to her white lighter “SOMEONE ANYONE HELPPPPP!!!” She held the young witch close to her chest “I am sorry I could not save you, any of you” she wept as she held her close “I am so sorry”. <br><br>Within seconds the vision in front of her faded and her cousins did along with it. Once again she was back in the fog. She looked around confused, her dark brown eyes filled with tears. Barbas had won, the eldest Witch was broken. In her heart, she knew she would never be as powerful and would never be able to protect them. Her thoughts grew heavy, as did her body forcing her to fall to her knees. She could not bring herself to move, the images started to replay in her mind forcing her deeper and deeper into Barbas mind games.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Levi</strong> on <strong>16-04-2018, 22:29:40</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: &nbsp;Tempest Halliwell (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=280409.msg13785989#msg13785989)<br><div class="floatright">(https://hairstylemonkey.co.in/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/Ancient-greek-goddess-hairstyle.jpg)</div><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 1st- early morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> kitchen -Street<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> patched jeans and red halter neck top<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rosalyn, Elias, Victoria<br><strong>Content:</strong> Shimmering<br><hr><br>Tempest smiled at her cousin "Potions would be a welcome addition but i believe Elias is right. Time is of the essence we can only hope that the three of us" at this she glanced over at Kamea to let her youngest cousin know when was included in the conversation. " With a white lighter and a half demon will be enough to at least scare off any threat long enough to get Victoria home. Once we are in the manor we will be stronger...<strong>safer</strong>"<br><br>Turning her attention to Elias she followed his instructions as he walked her though her first shimmer. Unlike both Rosalyn and Kamea, Tempest couldn't orb and had never wanted to try out a power she would never have. Instead of being jealous though Tempest had simply saved up for a set of wheels, however today was a little different, it wasn't often that they had friends over who knew what and who they were, and if that friend just so happened to be able to shimmer...well it was her birthday after all.<br><br>After releasing the breath, the kitchen began to blur out of view as if she was looking though a smoke screen and then the street began to haze into reality. Elias had very tactfully chosen a secluded spot to appear in and then the pair simply stepped out into the foggy street. Tempest wobbled slightly as her legs caught up with her but the fact that Elias was very gentlemanly holding onto her arm stopped the witch from taking a tumble.<br><br>Tempest glanced around as Elias pointed out the spot in which he and Victoria fought and could clearly see her cousin was no longer there. "Toni?! TONI?.......V.I.C.T.O.R.I.A!!!!" Tempest was already calling out in concern for her cousin as Elias suggested she do just that. As they walked down the road with Tempest calling for her cousin over and over the blond witch kept looking up at the sky puzzled. This weather was a little bizarre and she said as much to her companion. "This fog....Elias there's something unnatural about it. I'm sure the weather report said it should have burned away by now.... " She trailed of as a noise sounded from somewhere up ahead and the young witch found herself pulling her power into the palm of her hand. A tendril of water started forming on her palm and began swirling into a ball as she said "I don't think we're alone!!"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>27-04-2018, 09:18:09</strong>
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				(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/55/LrcJz.jpg)<br>Name: Anduin Fordring<br>Date/Time: March, around midnight.<br>Location: Halliwell kitchen<br>Wearing: Pictured, t-shirt with an open over shirt , jeans and pair of work boots<br>Tagging: Everyone in the Kitchen----&gt;arriving on site.<br>Content: Orbing<br><br>&nbsp;Things had gotten interesting to say the least with them. Roslyn suddenly deciding to just orb there was a bit annoying but then again Anduin had charges in the past do the same thing. It was comforting to know that in twelve hundred years of living the hereafter that some things about humans had not honestly changed. "Alright well I'll follow after you but lets try and keep this tight. We don't want things happening. So keep your wits about you." he said giving one last warning before they departed. He orbed out with Roslyn and the others. Following after them. As they materialized in the street they began moving around. "Now keep together. Don't get separated." he said moving with Roslyn and looking around as best he could. As he looked around he had an idea. <br><br>&nbsp;"Case." he said holding out his hand. As he did so a small wooden box about maybe foot in length and about half that wide. He opened the case revealing several stones with sigils carved into them. "These are a bit different than vanquishing potions, but they'll do about the same. These are runes of old furuk. They are words contained within sigils. Just focus your magic into them and toss them. The runes will do the rest." he said passing a couple to Roslyn. He orbed the case away. "Now lets find your sister." he said to her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>13-05-2018, 20:08:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://asset3.modelmanagement.com/mm-eyJ0Ijp7InIiOiIzMjAi/fSwiaWQiOiJpMzYxMzI5/IiwiZiI6InBuZyJ9.png)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elias Watkins (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=280409.msg13785993#msg13785993)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 1st, morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> City streets in a strange fog<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Running shorts, blue tee shirt, headband, running shoes<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tempest, Kamea, Victoria, open<br><strong>Contents:</strong> Rescue mission.<br><br><hr><br>When Tempest mentioned the fog Elias looked around and skyward too. “I think you're right. Rather than dissipating it seems to be even thicker now than earlier. If it is unnatural it could be what's interfering with my ability to sense, though I can sense Victoria now.” He continued to move in the direction that he could sense the oldest of the cousins. He heard the sound of someone ahead just as the blonde at his did. Rather than immediately bringing up an energy ball though he scanned ahead with his extra sense. After just a moment he sigh and reached over to put a hand on Tempest's arm as she gathered her power together ready to attack. “Relax, it's just Kamea jumping ahead alone. Let's hurry.”<br><br>The half demon gripped the witch's arm firmly, but not painfully so, and headed quickly towards the two witches he could sense ahead of them. They, of course, saw the youngest first through the unnaturally dense fog. The oldest was still visually lost in the mist. There was some else odd about the fog that he had not really noticed before but did as he got closer. As they joined Kamea he spoke just loud enough for the two witches to hear. “I think I know why this fog doesn't seem right. It feels demonic to me. It's pulling at a part of me I don't bring to the surface.” He was still looking forward trying to see Victoria, he knew she was just a short distance in front of them.<br><br>After taking another step a figure started to become visible only it was not standing. It looked as though the person were on their knees. That would help to explain why they could not be spotted, he had been looking higher. Sure it was Victoria Elias completely forgot about her anger and his own as his concern for her became far more important. He rushed forward ready to defend her in whatever way he could. When she came into view though she was clearly alone and looked utterly defeated. He rushed to her knowing two of her cousins would be right behind him and dropped to his knees in front of her. Her eyes looked as clouded as the air they were in. He did not know what was wrong with her but figure the fog must be a part of it.<br><br>He thought for a moment then remembered a spell his grandmother had used and taught him. He quickly spoke the words that would call up a wind and the sunlight to remove the fog. Unless a demon or something were still there actively trying to maintain the mist his spell should have it cleared away in a matter of seconds. He then took Victoria's hands in his own and with concern heavy in his tone called her name.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charmed Next Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lisa2lady</strong> on <strong>16-05-2018, 07:15:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/GvVQlnc.jpg)</div>&nbsp; <strong>Name</strong>: &nbsp;Victoria Halliwell-Morris (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=280409.msg13785989#msg13785989)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 1, a little bit after sunrise.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Halliwell Manor: Victoria’s bedroom➽ Unknown location&nbsp; <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &nbsp;Morning &nbsp;(https://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=234157385 [/URL) <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> &nbsp;Open｜Elias &nbsp;<br><strong>Content:</strong> Morning run➽ Facing her own Demons<br>---------------------------------------------------------------------<br>&nbsp;With her head tuck between her knees Victoria found herself quickly losing her sense of self. In that brief moment she had witnessed the death of her cousin at least a dozen times. As the vision played over and over, she refused to watch any longer. She became so lost in the trances that she could not tell whether the voices she was hearing were in her head or nearby.&nbsp; <br><br>“VICTORA” a deep familiar voice cut through everything, slowly the vision started to fade. Those standing in front of her were just blurred at first. Maybe it was fear or the universe at play but Victoria felt this sense of warmth as Elias took her hand. Her vision had started to become clear and in front of her stood Elias. Any other time she would have allowed her anger to control her ad push him away. Instead, she embraced him as if she had not recently yelled at him for existing. <br><br>Just as she wrapped her arms around him she saw her cousins. She was quick to abandon Elias and rush towards them more than excited to see them alive.&nbsp; <br><br>
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