Andy Trudeau

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marcelignis​:

Marcel takes in a deep breath, taking the scent of the other male in hoping it would help him in the future to not be caught off guard. He looks to the child in his arms and tries to keep a calm and collected tone and energy, kids picked up on shit so easily and he didn’t want him upset. “So soon huh?” The half dragon looks around, was this some asshole working for Lelia’s ex? Looking to take the kids back or someone from his family trying to? Not that it would work out for anyone coming after her or the kids. “Maybe its for the best, big guy and I are kind of funny about strangers.”

Andy couldn't help but smile while looking at his great nephew.  He must seem like a total creeper.  He didn't actually mean any harm.  He missed having any family around.  Although he knew that life was beyond him as an elder but maybe people coming from the future would give him a chance.  "It's probably a good thing," He didn't want to give statistics on how it was more family members and friends that were more of a concern.  He didn't need an ex cop giving him advice.

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marcelignis​:

The former assassin pauses sensing someone watching the two and though he was sure it was likely nothing threatening, the man could never know, someone brought them to the past, someone attacked the Halliwell house and Marcel wasn’t anything if not protective of his young, taking Lelia’s children on as his own. “Lets get you an snow cone huh Bud?” He suggests holding the boy easily in his hands, might as well be a bag of feathers. “You want one?” He asks the male whose eyes were caught on them, was it a friendly gesture, well as much as it was a challenge or callout to knowing he was being watched. 

The elder could have cloaked himself but he didn't feel the need.  He wasn't a threat to the kid and certainly didn't see the blonde as a threat to himself.  Although he had hoped not to be noticed.  He straightened his posture when the man addressed him in regards to a snow cone, "No, no thank you.  I should be going."  He wasn't sure how Leila would take him being around.  He didn't know if she knew him in the future.  

[marcelignis]

Marcel loved his wife with every fiber of his being and though they never had children of their own, they both loved children. When they brought Leila into their lives and into their marriage, her having two young children just meant she brought more joy into their lives. With the toddler running up to the half dragon, he snatched the child up with a giddy laugh coming from young Nicky. Marcel lets out a soft roar, “A tiny human, just what a dragon loves to snack on.” He pretends to snarl and bite at the young child’s neck and shoulders as the child screams in glee and laughter trying to push him away.

@xcfstartersx​

[inthelightoffate]

Andy was watching the man with the young boy from afar.  He was no longer just a whitelighter anymore so he could bend the rules a bit.  Especially right now.  It wasn't as if he could be so active on Earth without making himself known a little bit.  It wasn't like he was going to his siblings to see them again.  Still he remained quiet to not interrupt the moment.

[mitchellshadow]

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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The elder wasn't there to question what the human Mitchell was doing.  There was the fact that Jay was human and so not to be a concern of the elders.  Andy wasn't sure if he ever shared that sentiment.  He was still in the Halliwell family and if looking at recent events could still very much be a target.  As once being a human that knew the Halliwell, he knew what that was like.  Maybe not to the degree as the Mitchell boy but he knew.  It wasn't an easy position to be in but he felt it lead to the path he was on now.

"I wasn't going to ask," he said as he looked over Jay's shoulder at the gun the guy had.

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campbellwitch​:

Morgan nodded, as she bit her lip. She could take the arrow out and use her power to stop further blood loss until she could get one of the resident whitelighters - (she didn’t want to stress Paige out any further after her arriving in this time with a metaphorical bang, but she didn’t think she’d have a choice)- it was just a matter of keeping her focus on holding things in place. She’d managed to stop someone bleeding out once before, but she’d been wiped out afterwards. 

“I’ll get this out first,” she said, one hand near the arrow. “And then i’ll get someone down here.” she continued, the shakiness in her voice dampening as she found focus. “Are you a whitelighter like Paige?” she asked, trying to keep the man talking as her blue eyes zoned in on the arrow shaft as her hand moved slightly, as she began chanelling her power.

Andy could already imagine how it would feel or the arrow to be pulled out.  It wasn't exactly a pleasant feeling to be shot with one or move with one in his abdomen.  It was something that he knew he wasn't alone in.  "Okay," He took a bracing breath when she said that she needed to get it out.  He needed to be ready for that.  It was more that she also needed to find someone to heal him.  It would mean finding one of the whitelighters in the Halliwell family in a hurry.  "I am," otherwise the arrow would be the hugest issue for him.  He would heal after a normal arrow was pulled out but he needed help with the darklighter's arrow.

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astrxlproject​:

That voice. That voice, haunted her. It plucked at the strings of the outskirts of her mind, sending a reverberation throughout her psyche. 

She knew that voice. She knew those eyes. 

She clenched her eyes shut tightly, trying to push it all away. But she was plagued by various images. Just flashes of odds and ends of memories. A little boy in a cowboy costume. a police badge. this man, shirtless, across from her in bed. Prue’s eyes flew open, the darkness being far more terrifying than reality.

She took a step backwards, gasping. 

“Andy?” She spoke, the name rolling off her tongue as though it had a thousand times. A million times. “Andy…..Trudeau.” She finished his name, not understanding how she knew it. 

“what happened?” She pointed at his wound, abandoning the topic of his identity altogether, hoping to move on from the pain that it brought her. Though- if she lingered on this too long as well, she’d have to ask herself, 

why did she care?

It was hard to see her back away from him.  It was already so difficult to be standing there.  He didn't think he would be able to stop her from leaving if she tried.  He could resort to more drastic ways but he wouldn't want to hurt her unless there was any other choice.  Right now it was the last thing he wanted to do.  He didn't know it would feel like this to see her again.

"You remember me," he said after hearing her say his last name.  He hadn't reminded her of that so she had to remember something.  It was better to think that than to think of her as lost to them.  "A darklighter.  We don't have to worry about it anymore," the darklighter, not the wound.  He still needed that to be healed if he wanted to live.

He was trying not to seem emotional.  A bit worried that it would scare her away.  Especially if she didn't fully remember him.

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campbellwitch​:

Pushing a stray piece of hair behind her ear, Morgan was considering just pulling the arrow out when the man spoke softly, utterin a name as his head fell back against the wooden floor. Prue, she thought with frown. Wasn’t that the name of the oldest Halliwell, the one who died? Maybe the blood loss was affecting the man.

“Um, no. I’m Morgan.” she corrected gently, as she gave the man a small smile before turning her attention back to the black arrow shaft embedded in the man’s abdomen. Maybe she could use her power to pull it out and stench the potential bloodflow it would cause. “Who are you?”

No, he knew it couldn't be Prue.  He didn't know why he said that.  It seemed like his vision was betraying him.  He couldn't think about her right now.  Not when he had to push himself to find one of the whitelighters in the Halliwell house.  "Andy.  I need help," he said even though he was sure it was obvious with the arrow in his abdomen.

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mitchellshadow​:

Jay gave a grimace as he placed one hand on the man’s abdomen (the shirt feeling saturated beneath his hand) and the other moved to gripped the arrow shaft. “Take a breathe,” the human instructed, as  he watched the dark haired man for the motion before using the action of the other’s shallow breath to pull the arrow out in one swift motion.

Throwing the arrow across the floor, Jay used his free hand to tug off the the over shirt he had packed up and used it to compress the wound now sluggishly bleeding in the arrow’s wake. “Okay, worst part’s over.” he muttered. “Lets get you off the floor and I’ll get some help.”

That hurt a lot more than he was hoping it would.  He cried out in pain as Jay pulled the arrow out.  As soon as it was out he started to feel light headed.  He was sure it was because the arrow was not acting as a stopper to his blood.  Still it was better that it was out.  He just had to find someone to heal him.  "I don't think I can stand," he said barely able to lift himself off the ground.

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melindawxrren​:

“I’ll get them in just a moment, but mind telling me what happened first?” The witch asked the male as she looked over at him.

This didn’t seem like the time for twenty questions as he was laying there with an arrow in his abdomen. It wasn’t as if he had a choice. He decided that it was better to keep it short, sweet, and the fastest way to get someone to heal it. “A dark lighter,” he strained to speak.

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astrxlproject​:

Prue felt her blood turn cold. Not this form of course, but back where her true body was. The sound of his voice saying her name sent a shockwave through her, igniting something….she couldn’t describe. She’d never felt anything like that before. 

At least, not that she could remember. 

Alarm bells were screaming inside her mind. She knew him. She knew she knew him. But how? When? How much was missing from her memories, and what else did she not know about herself, about her past? 

Something strange was going on. Something that made her stomach turn. 

“Who are you?” She almost flinched at the sound of her own voice, the words having flown out of her mouth before she’d even thought about what was happening. She wasn’t permitted to become emotional….and whatever was going on here, was dancing dangerously close to unleashing that part of her that was supposed to be long dead.

The fact that Prue Halliwell was standing there in front of him seemed to pull him away from reality. The pain in his abdomen went to the back of his thoughts and it was all about her. It wasn’t exactly the plan when it was decided to come down there. He was supposed to be the thing that broke through to her or at least helped bring her to the right side.

... Yet standing there he felt still, happy. She was alive again. Not some spirit or just one of his passing thoughts where he thought he heard her voice again. Actually alive and standing right in front of him.

He started to take another step forward but it sent a jolt of pain through his body. He couldn’t move any closer so he would have to talk to her from there. “It’s me,” he said making sure that she could he him clearly. Not in some hushed tone. “It’s Andy.”

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combustionsaveslives​:

“Andy?” Piper barely kept her jaw from dropping. “But you were dead! I watched you die!” She exclaimed in shock.

“How’re you possibly here?” She should’ve rushed forward to greet him but her doubts held her back. What if this was some kind of trick? She didn’t want to get hurt all over again.

Andy stopped at the foot of the stairs.  This kind of revelation wasn't something that should be rushed.  He wanted to give her time to process it in her own time.  Even though he was so happy to see her again.  "You should know better than anyone that death isn't always an end," he said with a soft smile.  She was married to a whitelighter.  

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doilooklikeamaamtoyou​:

“Yeah, yeah. I’ve used that one before.” She recognized an Elder when she saw one. She guessed it was a whitelighter thing.

“I’d still like to know what’s going on. Everything seems to be happening so fast.” She shook her head. Paige was actually feeling a bit dizzy but she chalked it up to pregnancy shit.

"It doesn't make it any less true," Andy said with a soft smile at the charmed one.  He didn't know her like he did her sisters.  Maybe that would be better.  She would be less angry at him for dying and coming back without saying anything.  He didn't know if she would take up in sisterly solidarity.

He gave a swift nod, "It's not possible to have all the answers but I can try to help."  He was wondering if she had any specific questions.

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henrymitchellsr​:

Henry finally getting a sense of things going on, realized the other was bleeding, “Paige? She’s not here, find another whiteligher, she has enough going on right now, I suggest Leo or Wyatt.” He pauses looking at the guy, “Who the hell are you anyway?”

Andy tried to lift himself off the ground but the pain shot through his body.  His head fell back onto the ground.  Not sure that this was the best time for introductions.  At least he wasn't thinking that now was the time for it.  "I'm Andy," he strained to say through the pain.  "Then find one of them."  He asked for Paige because Henry was her husband.  He was a little short with the mortal man but he blamed it on the arrow in his abdomen.

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mama-leila​:

Leila had just gotten Charlotte down for a nap when the door to the manor pushed open and the male stumbled in and to say she was startled was an understatement. The brunette jumped slightly as her brown eyes fell on Andy, she moved quickly beside him, kneeling down beside him as worry and the maternal instincts flushed through her. “Oh my god, are you okay,” she questioned not sure what she could to help him.

The elder expected to be fond one of the charmed ones.  Yet when he looked up he saw a face that looked like his sister.  It couldn't be he thought as he closed his eyes for a second before looking back at her.  It was still there.  It was in the eyes, it was just like his sister.  "Is Paige here?" he was assumed that she familiar looking woman knew Paige.  "Or Leo?"  He needed to be healed.  There was a bit of time before he was in serious danger of death.  That didn't mean he wanted to wait.  He couldn't think of how familiar she looked right now.  

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melindawxrren​:

The older woman had always had trouble adjusting to modern day especially since it wasn’t her own time and she didn’t know what to do, it was even worse when she was chased by the demons of her past. 

Melinda didn’t even notice the male burst into the Halliwells door until he had fallen on the floor, she has been staying there for a while until she could somehow find her way back home and she’d be lying if she’d had said this wasn’t the weirdest thing she’s seen all day. 

“Woah!” She replied as she helped the male up, looking at him to make sure he wasn’t hurt. “Is everything alright?”

The one good thing about the Halliwells is that the door was always open.  He didn't think it would go over well with the neighbors if he passed out on the porch.  Not that he liked falling to the hard ground when he crossed the threshold.  

He slowly raised his head at the sound of the woman.  Melinda Warren?  As a man he didn't know her but as an elder there was a little bit more knowledge on the Warren family history.  He groaned as she helped him stand up.  A feeling he was not fond of.  He couldn't stand straight without pain shooting through his body.

"I need Leo," he strained to speak through the pain, "or Paige."  He needed to be healed. 

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astrxlproject​:

Prue had been lurking in the manor once again, in astral form. While at first, her reaction to the sound of the knob turning was to vanish- the figure that came through the door intrigued her.

He was injured in some way. Probably coming to the charmed ones for help. Considering how effortlessly he’d found his way inside, he must be some kind of magical being. Judging by the darklighter’s arrow, most likely a whitelighter. This place was crawling with them already. 

The stranger’s gaze caught her own, and Prue almost gasped. Those eyes, those haunting blue eyes- she knew them. But…..how?

From the ground the injured elder looked around for anyone that would be able to help him.  He almost thought he was hallucinating when his eyes stopped on the familiar face of Prue Halliwell.  He had known that she was back from the dead but he hadn't expected to be reunited with her so soon.  

He groaned in pain as he used the wall to stand up and face her.  He wasn't going to talk to her from his position on the floor.  Once on his feet he felt unstable yet there he stood look directly at her.  It wasn't her.  He could feel it from there.  Not physically at least, it was an astral projection. 

"Prue.." he said as he took a step forward.  Barely able to keep himself upright so he kept close to the wall.  One of his arms holding onto his abdomen.

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henrymitchellsr​:

Henry was trying to clean up around the house, since he was one of the few without magic while not busted up he figured it was his best way of helping out. With so many house guests for as long as they had things piled up. He was getting ready to take a few bags out to the trash can when someone stumbled through the front door. Hand quickly dropping the trash bags, he grabs his gun from his belt, “Watch it and tell me why the hell you’re stumbling into this house like a drunk clown?” He warns the figure.

Andy had stumbled forward into the house but forced himself to turn onto his back.  Looking up at the husband of the youngest of the charmed ones.  His hand moved to put pressure around the arrow that had been shot into his abdomen.  "Where's Paige?" his voice was strained as he spoke pushing through the pain.  It wasn't an answer to the question but obviously he was in need of aid.  It wasn't uncommon for magical beings to seek out the charmed ones for help.