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Location: Halliwell Manor
“There have been two - maybe three times - a forcefield has been put over the Manor.” Jay muttered as he flicked through the pages of the book, his green eyes skim reading pages he knew like the back of his hand as a way to keep focused. “But the ones responsible were vanquished...”
“ Please tell me Aunt Piper hasn’t switched the coffee to decaf yet. “
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“Tell me again why I allow my lovely little niece to live in such a dreadfully boring town,” the blonde huffed as she plopped down on the bench outside of The Mystic Grill. “How that girl hasn’t died of boredom yet is beyond me.”
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“Um, so do we know why Lilith would pull us all back here?” Morgan asked, as she ran her thumb over the rim of the mug she was holding in both hands; her gaze slightly distant as she tried to process the fact she’d been forcefully transported back in time by a demon for seemingly no reason. “I mean, wouldn’t it be better if we weren’t here? For her plan, I mean...”
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Location: Halliwell Manor
“I thought time travel was the buzz kill, clearly I was wrong,” Killian grouched, as another conjured energy ball disintegrated against the force field. Since arriving (appearing) in the Manor’s living room, Killian had made several attempts to leave - all rebuffed by the magic forcefield surrounding the building.
Walking into the Manor’s foyer from the living room, the Phoenix Witch gave an exasperated kind of huff as he called out into the old Victorian build. “Since when did the Halliwell’s put people under House Arrest? In their own house?!”
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Something felt off. Very off now that everyone was in the manor that had been trapped in the demonic wasteland. Whatever it was just wasn’t sitting right in her gut and since her fight with Hanna she had pretty much avoiding her older sister so the redhead set off to look for her older cousin needing to vent and see if he could help her figure out what it was that was making her feel so off. Pushing the attic door open, basically assuming he was in there looking through the Book of Shadows like he usually did, she was surprised to find it empty. As she went to turn and leave, try and find him elsewhere, something glinted against the light seeping through the wind. Kneeling down Parker picked up the small silver band looking it over before noticing the engraving on the inside. “Cap,” she muttered to herself, brows furrowing together. But he never took this thing off. She had always noticed how he fidgeted with it when he got fidgety or zoned out into his own thoughts. As Parker stood, a premonition came to her. Flashes of Jay running through the halls from something, Parker couldn’t see what or who it was he was running from but when she came back from the premonition a terrible feeling sunk in her. “Oh my god, Jay,” she gasped. That’s what was feeling off, there’s no way he just dropped the ring. The only logical thing to the redhead was that he purposely dropped it. Something wasn’t right, something or someone must’ve taken him and the anger that was boiling in her as her fingers enclosed around the ring was growing intense the longer she thought of what could have happened to him.
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Well, it was definitely better than staying locked up in her room all day, that was for sure. The games were mediocre and the prizes even more so but the food. Parker only came for the food. “I haven’t had a good funnel cake since Mardi Gras parade in NOLA,” she commented as she popped a piece into her mouth. “And that was when I was 12.”
Jay felt like every muscle in his body was protesting something fierce, as he made his way downstairs to the kitchen where there was bound to be some kind of painkillers after taking a shower and borrowed a t-shirt and shirt to replace his bloodied ones. Despite being healed of his injuries, he still felt... off... in himself. Hitting the ground floor landing, Jay felt a wave of tiredness threaten to pull him under; but he was determined to take a Tylenol or three before he let himself crawl under a blanket and crash for 12 hours straight.
Shuffling into the kitchen, Jay headed straight to a nearby cabinet and hissed as his previously broken right arm protested at his motion to raise it.
Groaning a ‘come on’, he used his left hand to pull out the stocked medical kit and moved over to the counter to raid the painkillers.
“Where’s the damn Tylenol?”
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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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