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Post by Jayne Naima Turner on Apr 21, 2006 1:08:46 GMT -5
Mackenzie
Thinking that this girl is beyond nosy, she got up and motioned for her to follow.
"Come on. Let's check the book."
Feeling like a witch and a whitelighter she smiled as they made their way into the attic.
"Let's look up these...Dragnetis."
Flipping the pages with a flick of a wrist she searched for them, with Chyler breathing down her neck, next to her.
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Post by Porter Halliwell-Turner on May 9, 2006 17:15:04 GMT -5
Chyler
She pointed to a picture in the book, stopping Mack from turning the page.
"That's him! Well, the leader anyways. I've only seen him once, but man is he nasty! He sends out his goons and stays hidden himself. A wimp, but an impressionable wimp."
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Post by Jayne Naima Turner on May 10, 2006 21:59:00 GMT -5
Mackenzie
Nodding her head.
"Ok. Seems there's an easy vanguish for the goons, as you so nicely put them."
Grabbing a pad and pen she wrote down the potion ingredients.
"Here's a spell to locate the leader and a spell to vanguish him."
The book glowed a bright color as she looked back down at the book.
"Hmm? Says here that a second generation Charmed Ones has to vanguish the leader. Since the leader is sooo powerful."
Sighing she thought she could just send Chryler out and she'd handle it.
"Well, lets get to work then, huh?" Mack threw some herbs into the pot.
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Post by Porter Halliwell-Turner on May 11, 2006 19:08:07 GMT -5
Chyler
"Great, so I go through the hell and you get the joy of vanquishing him? That's not fair."
She rolled her eyes and walked over to the potion ingredients.
"Where is Leo, anyways?"
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Post by Jayne Naima Turner on May 18, 2006 23:27:33 GMT -5
Mackenzie
She shook her head.
"Dad's in his room, resting. He's a little damaged from all his whitelighter duties. So is mom from her witch duties."
Throwing some hazel and springwood into the pot it poof and she smiled. Taking some and placing it in a vial she handed it to Chryler.
"Hold this...don't close it yet."
Placing the cork down she grabbed the athame as Chryler looked at her like she was crazy.
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Post by Porter Halliwell-Turner on May 24, 2006 14:38:59 GMT -5
Chyler
"And what is this going to do again?"
She was beginning to get impatient and really just wanted the clan dead. The sooner they died, the sooner she was free to go about her business of revenge.
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Post by Jayne Naima Turner on May 25, 2006 0:03:23 GMT -5
Mackenzie
Shaking her head she sliced her hand.
"This will destroy the clan king. And along with him, the rest of them."
As her hand bled she poured it into the vial, as it smoked up and she covered it with the cork.
"Now you can vanguish the king, without me."
Her hand began to heal automatically, Chryler looked stunned for once.
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Post by Porter Halliwell-Turner on May 25, 2006 19:56:49 GMT -5
Chyler
She took the vile from her and slipped it in a pouch on her belt. She returned her smug look to her face and took a step back.
"Thanks. Tell Leo I'll call if I need him."
She turned and headed for the attic door, making her way downstairs and out the front door. Soon enough she would find her bearings and get close to the Clan.
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Post by Jayne Naima Turner on May 26, 2006 10:18:05 GMT -5
Mackenzie
Catching Chryler right before the door closed she yelled out.
"I told you, I'm your temp now. Call me, not my dad."
Closing the door behind her she went and plopped down on the couch.
"I will never ever, take my dad for granted again! Whooo!"
Leo
Smiling as he rounded the corner.
"Well, that's nice to hear." Taking a seat next to her.
"So, how was the first charge?" Mack gave him a look and all he could do was chuckle low.
"Well, she's yours now." He got up and walked away giving her a wink, as he disappered back upstairs.
Mackenzie
Clearing her throat.
"Mine now? What the hell does that mean?"
Mack throught for awhile and then it clicked finally in her head.
"Oh no! Don't tell me she's my official first charge now!!! DAMN IT!"
She lifted her legs placing them on the couch, with a small groan releasing from her mouth.
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Post by Porter Halliwell-Turner on May 29, 2006 11:34:41 GMT -5
August
Walking into the room, Baylor in one arm, a bottle in the other, she sat down next to her sister.
"What's wrong with you?"
She began to feed her son as she looked at her sister with the most sincere concern.
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Post by Lynette Scavo on May 29, 2006 13:09:23 GMT -5
Scully
"I think she's a little mad because she's the first one to get a charge." Scully said.
::She had appeared in the doorway. Leaning against it, she went on.::
"Mackie, your bonehead buddies are still in the attic, waiting for you."
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Post by Jayne Naima Turner on May 30, 2006 13:55:58 GMT -5
Mackenzie
Groaning once more, because she forgot they were there she looked over at Baylor.
"Just hope there's no, whitelighter genes in you, Bay Baby!" He giggled at her and all she could do was smile.
"Man!" Orbing to the attic she looked at Chuckie and Johnny as they were sitting on the couch.
"What are you two STILL doing here?" She folded her arms while Johnny gave her a look.
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Post by Porter Halliwell-Turner on May 30, 2006 19:52:13 GMT -5
August
She rolled her eyes at her sister and lifted Baylor so his feet were on her thighs.
"I hope you do, mister." She smiled and brought him to her face so she could kiss the baby. He giggled and put a hand to her cheek. "That's right, I hope you do....I do."
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