Beckett Forrester

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“ You know you need to let loose a little. I mean yeah, we may be stuck in 2007 for who knows how long but, that doesn’t mean you can’t have at least some fun.” A smile came from Peytons direction. She was sick of everything being so serious and so tense all the time. Everyone needed to just have a little fun. Loosen up a little before whatever I was going to be thrown at them came Next. “Come on. “ @xcfstartersx​

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Beckett just stood there looking at Peyton for a moment.  As if he couldn't wrap his mind around what she had just said.  "Yeah... I'm not going to dance," he figured he should just say that outright.  At least before she tried to hip check him into moving a bit.

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Beckett wasn't sure how he began chatting with the young barista.  It was at a place that he regularly got his coffee.  It started with a 'hi' then slowly progressed to small talk to actual life conversation.  It was odd and he was pretty sure that the woman thought he was crazy.  He knew that she wasn't a witch because he could sense magic but apparently she still be came a target to demons.

It was late, after the small coffee shop that he frequented had closed.  He was looking for a more private to flame away home as he walked down the street.  It wasn't planned to be the same place but he turned to walk behind the building.  That way he knew no one would see him.  That's when he saw a couple of demons attacking her.  It had just been when he turned the corner when he saw the energy ball leave the demons hand and hit her.  

"No!" he shouted the rare power of blue fire shot out of his hand.  They were already gone, vanquished, before they could even yell out in pain.  @xcfstartersx​

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Prue hadn’t meant for anyone to catch her in the attic. Yes, she was once again, attempting to steal the book. NOT in astral form this time, but her actual physical self. Things had come to light recently that made her believe that perhaps at one point, she had misguidedly been friendly with the charmed ones.

If they had trusted her at some point, perhaps the book would as well.

To no avail, however- the book continued to jump away from her. Frustrated, she continued to try. Again and again. In her determination she apparently hadn’t noticed the footsteps on the stairs.

She could have blinked out, but she didn’t. She’d become heated in her failure, and needed to blow off some steam. 

“Don’t you all ever get tired of having your asses handed to you?” She readied herself to send the other flying across the room.

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Beckett had once again been in the attic to look at some entries in the book. This time it was more because he couldn’t remember all the ingredients to a certain potion. That was when he caught the warlock trying to take it.

A smirk on his face at her remark. “Sorry, seems you got me mistaken for a charmed one,” he didn’t often get his ass handed to him. He didn’t know what witches she was beating up. He held out his hand and without a word the book of shadows appeared in it. “I take it you’re after this.” It didn’t have any problems trusting him.  “It looks like I have it now.”

He wasn’t worried about any attack she tried to throw at him. If he could dodge it then he would put his shield up which at least stop it from hitting him. He couldn’t talk about any of the furniture around him.

[cfsupernovcs]

After her run in with Prue, Parker had made it a point to keep herself in a constant state of preparedness. Even with the fading bruises and the still slight ache in her ribs she had pushed herself to continue training. Hands clung to the blades in her hands as she threw a foot up and shoved the other in the chest, pushing them to the ground, a smirk crossing her lips as she felt into her stance, waiting for them to get back up. “Don’t tell me that’s the best you got,” she stated. “I need some real training. Get up, let’s go.”

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Beckett hadn't done anything but parry.  He didn't see the point in training like this.  Sure there were some demons had weapons but this was excessive.  "Can't we be done with this?  It's boring," he said as he stood up.  He wasn't bad at hand to hand fighting but he tended to use his powers on demons.

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Rubbing a hand across his eyes, Jay pulled out a locked case from his rucksack; putting it on the small table in a hidden corner of the attic and pulling out his keychain (with Hanna’s charm restored to it) and selecting a small key to open the case. Raising the lid, Jay gave himself a small nod at the condition of the case’s contents with a cursory glance. 

The dismantled colt sat harmlessly amidst the foam like substance used to line the case. it’s silver body glinting in the artificial light, showing it’s maintained condition. Running a hand across the slide, Jay took in the weapon with consideration at what he was attempting. He’d been researching the possibility of mortals being able to vanquish demons without magical assistance for just over a year now; his trip to New Orleans would have been another part to his research - but the time shift had halted things.

Tapping his finger lightly against the silver body, Jay stiffened at a creak of the floorboard; his hands immediately going to lock the case, as the natural light was blocked by the newcomver to the attic. “It’s legal,” was all he offered, in reference to the gun the other would have seen.

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Beckett walked up to his cousin.  Oddly enough he hadn't noticed the gun until Jay mentioned it.  "I don't care about the gun," he said quickly dismissing the firearm.  He shot fire out of his hands so a gun didn't seem like much to him.  "Actually I was checking up on you."  The last time he saw Jay it was after saving him in the underworld.  He wasn't looking so good then and even with so many whitelighters in the Halliwell family he was worried.  He didn't know why he cared so much.  It didn't matter how much he told himself he did, it was obvious that he did.

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kennaxbradshaw​:

McKenna couldn’t stop the eye roll as a smile formed across her lips at his words. “Of course,” she stated with a laugh. “Why does that even surprise me?” The smile dropped for a second as she studied the male’s face for a moment. “Are you sure, Beck,” she questioned, unsure for a moment. “I mean I don’t want to impose. I don’t know what kind of life you’ve got here, which clearly, you’ve got one. You don’t have like a… Past girlfriend, do ya? Not gonna have some girl poking around here at some point?”

The brunette was quick to look through the movies he had the second he let go of her hand. She paused for a moment to look over her shoulder, a huge grin crossing her lips again. “Popcorn and water if you’ve got it,” she spoke before turning back to the movies. Before grabbing Texas Chainsaw Massacre. “Got it,” she stated, holding it up.

Beckett didn't like being in the past but he wasn't about to walk around randomly.  Having a job helped with that as well as connected him with the time.  

"I don't have any past girlfriend," he thought about it for a moment.  He didn't have any girlfriends in the future either.  Probably more to do with how he treated people than anything else.  "So you don't have to worry about that.  I doubt anyone is going to be popping into this place."  Except him who would be teleporting in and out all the time.

He nodded as he knew he could handle that.  "You don't think I have water," he said as he walked in with two waters bottles and a bag of popcorn.

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carmenignisx​:

“Yeah, I can see that, but this is a charmed one trap. How do I know something isn’t going to go boom if I move one.” Her brow raised, as if her scepticism was fairly warranted. Sighing, she stood up and walked closer. “Alright, if I explode just know my husband breathes fire and my girlfriend will floor you with one punch.” There’s a hint of a smile on her features, upper body leaning back, she used her foot to knock the crystal out of place. 

"Because you're on the outside.  All the trap like stuff would be on the inside," he said as he gestured to where he was.  If anything he would be the one going boom and he was sure that he would be able to handle that.  There were some perks to having a father that was the source of all evil.  

He watched as she used her foot to move one of the crystals out of place.  The barrier around him went down in an instant.  "Thanks," he said as he stepped out of the circle then waved his hand to put it back into position.  "We don't want them to know we moved it.

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carmenignisx​:

“Right, and landing yourself in a cage wouldn’t raise any at all…” Both brows now lifted, she chuckled and shook her head, more at his frustration than anything else. “So I have no issue letting you out of… That,” in reference to the cage. “But I have no idea how.” 

"The plan wasn't to get trapped," he didn't think anyone would plan to get caught in a crystal cage.  He looked at her for a moment when she asked how to let him out of it.  Did she not know about magic?  It was a fairly simple trap.  "You just move one of the crystals," he gestured at one of the five crystals surrounding him.

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carmenignisx​:

She wasn’t entirely sure what she was doing up here, besides the obvious snooping around looking for something exciting. Old crystals, shiny objects to admire. The book did little to take her attention away from those things but catching sight of flames she lifted her head from the box she was looking in. “Hello.” Carmen raised a brow. “Guessing that wasn’t part of your plan, huh?” There’s a slight chuckle that escapes her, unable to find a little amusement in the situation. “You should have taken the stairs.”

Beckett's attention to the brunette woman with a fixed glare.  "Of course this wasn't my plan," he didn't think anyone would plan to appear in a crystal cage.  "The stairs might have led to questions."  Ones that he didn't want to answer.  Flaming into the attic was supposed to help him avoid any questions.  It didn't seem like that was going to happen.  

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combustionsaveslives​:

Piper shook her head.

“Phoebe isn’t like that. She wouldn’t tear a child away from their mother.” She reassured him. “But, like I said, I won’t tell her unless you want her to know.” She paused for a moment, crossing her arms.

“I can’t deny that she might not try to be a part of your life, though. In some way. It might be enough for her to get to know you as you are now but…well, I’m just not sure.” Piper sighed. 

"I don't need her in my...!" the demon hybrid started to raise his voice before stopping himself.  He took a breath before he looked back up to his aunt.  He wanted to believe that Phoebe would react how she thought.  Still he felt like it wasn't something he could risk.  "Well I need it to be sure.  I'm not risking the life I had because it was a good one."  Even though he knew as a child he had wished that Phoebe and Cole would come for him.

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outxofxashes​:

“She is smart.” Talia responded through gritted teeth. “That’s the problem, dumbass.” She snarled. “Why aren’t you taking this more seriously?” Her eyes drew to a squint at him. He might’ve made the final save but they’d all put their lives at risk. 

"Because it's not serious to me," Beckett didn't realize that he had to spell that out.  He didn't see this Lilith as a huge concern to him.  Although because of what he was he didn’t tend to see any demons as a threat.

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justbelthazorthistime​:

“Is that what you want me to do?” Cole paused as he looked at his approaching son. He guessed he shouldn’t leave until he found out more about Beckett. And confirm that Phoebe was, in fact, his mother.

"Yes," the younger man lied as he looked directly into Cole's eyes.  Part of him wondered if the older demon would fight him on that.  After all he had already been on his way out of the manor.  It wasn't like they had a connection that would prompt him to stay.  He felt like a child when standing in front of Cole, a feeling he didn't like.  He didn't want to need answers from his father but there was so much about his biological parents that he didn’t know.  

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marcelignis​:

The dragon sucks on his teeth as he walks over to the cage, “I don’t know, messing with the Charmed ones things…might not be the best move on my part. They might take me being half Warlock and Dragon poorly and think evil is afoot.” He muses with a hint of a smirk on his face, “Why the bloody hell are you sneaking around in the Halliwell manor anyway?” He looks over to the book, “Some light reading you’re looking for?”

"I think it's been decided that evil is afoot already," the charmed ones already had Lilith to deal with.  Everything else was small potatoes in relation to that.  "Just kick one out of the way."  He wasn't exactly known for being patient.  

He looked over to the book of shadows when Marcel mentioned a little light ready.  "Maybe I was," it wasn't as if the book would going flying away from him.  He might be part demon but it seemed like the Halliwell part of him won over that.

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marcelignis​:

Marcel had plenty of places to go to be sure, he knew where he was in this time and it was no where in the city, so that certainly helped but he figured if he was dragged to the past, maybe Wyatt was as well, he was supposed to be the twice blessed and all that nonsense. Walking up the stairs to the attic the dragon hybrid laughs seeing Beckett locked in a crystal cage, “Well well, you’ve got yourself in a pickle here huh Boyo?”

Beckett wasn't happy about being trapped in the attic for anyone to find... and question.  He already felt like enough people knew things that he didn't want spreading throughout the entire family and magical community.  

He heard someone walking to the stairs and started to panic.  The chances it was someone that he already knew were slim.  With his luck.  Before he could try anything to force his way out of the crystal cage the blonde man walked in.  

So it was someone he knew.  Someone that was acquaintance of his mother's.  "Any chance you can help get me out of it, Marcel?" he asked as he turned to face the man.  It wouldn’t be that hard to do.  All that had to be done was one of those crystals moving out of the circle. 

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kennaxbradshaw​:

“You have a place,” the girl questioned confused as she tilted her head to the side for a moment. “In 2007?” Though, really, nothing he said truly surprised her anymore. “As long as it’s not one of those cringey horror flicks,” she laughed as he took her hand. “Where you can literally tell when the jump scares are gonna be and it’s just super corny. Those are the worst.” McKenna closed her eyes as he flamed them out of the manor and to his place. Green eyes took in the bare place before looking back at the male with a small. “It’s a lovely place, Beck,” she told him.

Beckett wasn't sure why she was surprised by that.  It wasn't as if he was going to ask one of the Halliwells if he could crash on their couch.  Even though he was on good terms with a couple of them in the future as a friend.  

He figured their conversation could continue at his place.  It was less likely to have demon attacks or random family members walking in.  "I have a place and a job if you can believe that," he said with a smirk.  "It's big enough that you can stay here if you need to."  He wouldn't offer that to just anyone.

"You can pick what we watch," he was sure that he would enjoy anything she picked.  He let go of her hand and walked to the kitchen.  “Do you need anything?”  Before they got settled with whichever movie she picked.

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Penny Halliwell + Allen Halliwell Patty Halliwell + Victor Bennett Prue Halliwell

Piper Halliwell + Leo Wyatt Wyatt Halliwell Chris Halliwell Melinda Halliwell Presley Halliwell

Phoebe Halliwell + Cole Turner Beckett Forrester                     [Darcy Forrester + unknown]                     [Hope Forrester]

Phoebe Halliwell + Coop Prudence Johnna Halliwell Parker Halliwell Peyton Halliwell

Patty Halliwell + Sam Wilder Paige Matthews + Henry Mitchell                     [Mr. and Mrs. Matthews] Tamora Mitchell Kat Mitchell* Henry Mitchell Jr                     [teenager + Christopher Mercer]

Kat Mitchell* + unknown elder -Jennifer Mitchell-

Gordon Johnson Jr + Francine Bowen Gordon Johnson III + Anne Johnson

Mr. and Mrs. Johnson unnamed Johnson unnamed Johnson

Emily Johnson + Aaron Donovan Samantha Donovan unnamed Donovan unnamed Donovan

gen 1 gen 2 gen 3 gen 4 -gen 5- [adoptive/biological parents]

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kennaxbradshaw​:

A small smile formed across his lips at his response before holding out a hand to the male. “Where to,” she questioned. “We could watch Hannibal or The Mist. It’s too bad it’s only 2007. Insidious won’t be out for another 4 years from now.”

"I have a place not too far from here," and by not too far he meant that a second away.  He took the witch's hand.  "We can pick something there."  They could see what was streaming.  He couldn't even remember what movies weren't out yet.  Without a second words they flamed out of the manor and to his place.  It was pretty bare because he hadn't lived there long.