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Post by Phillip Halliwell-Johnson on Mar 11, 2011 1:36:31 GMT -5
Phillip Halliwell-Johnson was having one of the more unique days of his life. For one he had gotten to school early for practice as he was on the high school sports team. He was pretty good at it in the least. It was his mad skills after all. He was gifted in the sports area well, more areas than that really but that was the one that he was most well known for.
After his day of going through class in high school and having to live. He had the day, a girl he had been thinking about asking out had started dating his competion and rival in the school and he was not the most thrilled man in the world.
So naturally he wanted to relax and take it out on someone else, which in his case meant demons. He loved to vanquish demons for his stress release. He headed to one of the more interesting places for stalking demons, the Golden Gate Park.
He got there and started to walk, listening and watching for demons, couple came up behind him and he turned right then and smiled slightly. The demon in charge said, "What are you smiling about"
He looked at them, he tapped into his power, focusing and his power slipped out over them as he spoke. Because you are mine, so Why don't you turn off your powers and dance I am a little tea pot He watched them decide to accept his suggustion or not. After all he could not control minds directly but he could influence to a little short of that.
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Post by Jezebel "Melanie" Arlin on Mar 12, 2011 19:06:01 GMT -5
Jezebel looked around GG Park. It wasnt exactly the prettiest place, littered with garbage and many homeless people camping out on the dried grass. There was no way she was going to school, not when there was a nice day to be out. She orbed away from the screaming kids, careful that she was in the shadows to another more... quiet place. She noted a... what was this? a witch, perhaps looking. what are you smiling about?" she asked, her tone was colder and eyes were little glaciers.
"Because you are mine, so Why don't you turn off your powers and dance I am a little tea pot." responded the other, she narrowed her eyes and concentrated very hard not to do what the little voice in her head said. She projected her annoyance and spoke indifferently, "Well well, a little witch, how.... lovely." she spoke again using the same cold tone. She paced slowly, watching this witch. Too bad he isn't a whitelighter, she thought to herself aloud she spoke in an annoyed tone, "Damn those whitelighters." her eyes narrowed. She had an urge to kill one and fast, no such luck for her as there were no whitelighters around. Unless... she could use this witch's whitelighter by doing a bit of harm.
A bit of the witch's power seemed to seep through her head and she started to sing, "Im a- ugh. " she cursed a bit under her breath. She looked directly at the witch and spoke, "Here's a little hint. If you want your... suggestion to work, i would suggest something closer to their desires." She smiled, this would be fun- perhaps.
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Post by Phillip Halliwell-Johnson on Mar 12, 2011 22:17:04 GMT -5
He saw her orbs come, dark, he knew that meant one thing, a darklighter. Though he was not fond of them, he knew that directly she did not have the power to defeat him. He knew that he was powerful enough to live, he knew that she was made to defeat whitelighters not witches and not that it really mattered but he did not know who his whitelighter was so he felt that she would be around him for nothing for no whitelighter would be coming to him in the least. He had his sister if he needed guidence after all they were tied to each other and loved each other and supported one another that was just how they were.
He heard the darklighter ask him what he was smiling about and he was not going to tell her in the least. He was not going to tell her that he was a Warren Witch. He may not be a child of a Charmed One but he still owned and controlled Charmed Magic as that was what made the family legendary and powerful and created the Charmed Ones.
He watched as she fought his words. He had not expected them to work all that well, it was not mind control and it is easier fought when it was that drastic. He could make her think he was a demon or he could make her stop using her powers but something this out of character was a bit redicules. He could even make her forget about him all together but not enough really.
Clearly she thought that she had the upper hand. Then he only allowed her to know about his more passive power, suggustion, she did not know about his most powerful power. Aerokensis, he could control air to expert degrees, ways that would make the Ancient and long Vanquished demon Shax look bad, it was his skill. Suggustion was a less impressive power and he was not the most skilled at it but he was getting stronger everytime he tried.
She said those damned whitelighters and he snickered a bit. Sorry chica, but no whitelighter for you here, I don't have one.
She then gave him advice and he just smirked he did not really cared about her advice, he knew that his power had a weak influence and he was impressed that it had made it as far as it did saying that what he suggusted was quite unique and out of character but he was not going to allow her to get the best of him. Aww, advice from a Darklighter for a witch how sweet. I did not think that was possible. His voice dripped with sarcasm as he spoke. After all it seemed that his voice was always dripping with something, sarcasm, sweetness and magic are common.
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Post by Jezebel "Melanie" Arlin on Mar 12, 2011 23:46:32 GMT -5
Melanie noted the... what was it? sweet sarcasm in his voice. Well, there was that in common. She was slightly concerned over... what was it, the active power. He couldn't be that lowly gifted. Then again, she could always orb. Her orbs were in fact intangible not to mention her powers of projection. She said in a calm, cold voice, "Well, there is a lot to learn then isn't there?" she was partially speaking the fact that she was half witch.
She smiled lightly, though there was not really anything to smile about. Her expression weren't really a nice thing, it was... evil. Melanie smiled, whatever situation she got into, she could get out of it one way or another. the word; Projection. what a lovely word, Melanie thought to herself. She wondered if for one that this... person knew that she was, 1. half darklighter and half witch, 2. had other powers. She smirked at the thought.
Melanie was wondering what she should do next. Automatically, she conjured her crossbow. "ugh," that was all she said before the crossbow disappeared. She didn't exactly want to kill the witch though she could. She could as a witch, but not as a darklighter.
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