( charmed again. )

ind. paige matthews of charmed

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                 WE’RE KNOWN AS THE CHARMED ONES!!

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do you have a spare belthazor vanquishing potion or should i try amazon for one :/

            ❝ JUST POUR PEPPER IN HIS COFFEE.                   It’ll have the same effect. ❞

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@whitelighted + cole teaching paige how to fight

[6:09:45 AM] #trashlighter: cole helping out lil greenhorn paige on screen would’ve been nICE YES [6:10:16 AM] rock the (cas)bah.: antagonizing her until she got mad enough to take some REAL SWINGS @ HIM [6:10:23 AM] rock the (cas)bah.: laughing [6:10:30 AM] rock the (cas)bah.: also not letting her touch the swords [6:10:56 AM] #trashlighter: “cole this is a tree branch”                                               “ye hit me with it”

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         ❝    …RIGHT. so, um. you’re paige. got it.   ❞    prue tipped her head to the side, flipping back strands of long, black hair to settle behind her shoulder. this was a little like astral projection in a way, she guessed. but she felt completely out of place. it wasn’t that she didn’t  WANT  to meet paige. why wouldn’t she? this was her SISTER. she probably would have loved the girl in life. they were so similar. so nearly identical and completely different all the same. maybe that’s why she had been such a suitable  r e p l a c e m e n t. 

      deep breaths. she shook her hands in front of her twice, reaching up to hold her temple.

           ❝   sorry  –this is… awkward. i’m not really sure where to BEGIN.   ❞

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   THIS GETS MORE AWKWARD by the minute, and the more she thinks about it the more she wishes she’d waited until Piper and Phoebe were around. Oh well, she can only suppose, no take-backs. Paige shifts where she stands, one foot moving as to scratch the back of the other ankle ( there’s not actually an itch there, though )

            ❝ Uh... ❞

   She has nothing to say. She doesn’t know Prue, know how to speak to her or how not to speak to her. To be pulled across the divide just to stare awkwardly at your baby half-sister who you never actually knew -- nice.

            ❝ Oh-- !                Your animal conjuring spell... I mastered that.                I got it right and, ...stuff. ❞

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Y u always rude 2 me B(

because you’re rude to me what the hell :6

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✲ ||   CONFIDENT WASN’T SHE? A needed trait in her line of work he would surmise. Couldn’t imagine how much of a trifle constantly running about saving innocences was—- having to drop your entire life at a moments notice to protect a stranger from the more darker sides of magic. Halliwells were something else. He clears his throat & pulls at the collar of his coat before making his way down the dirt road.  ＂There is a reason I tend to find alternate methods of transportation when I had to visit. Though I hardly say such was a common occurrence.＂

          Winding roads are fairly common & easy to travel, even on foot. Hands stuffed in his coat pockets as he walks.  ＂So how exactly again did this trouble here become your issue anyway. There are plenty of witches on this side who can handle this I’m sure.＂

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             ❝ I... CHASED... HIM HERE... ❞                               ( what even ? )

   There’s a certain tonality to the way she’d responded, and she’d been hellaciously tempted to tack on a punctuating “duh” for good measure. She doesn’t, of course, but the thought was very near to the forefront of her mind. Paige follows him along the winding path -- lagging behind just slightly as to allow him to lead -- and somehow this short walk feels a bit long. 

            ❝ This guy was in San Fransisco first, but he                 escaped before we could toss the potion.

               Sooo... we scryed for him and the thing                flew away from the map and stabbed the                nice globe riiight in the Great Britain.❞

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s4ep1 @ @whitelighted

cole: [cups hands over mouth] cole: SHE DOESN’T EVEN GO HERE! 

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oh my god cole you can’t just ask someone why they’re a witch..........

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do i need to kick his ass

telekinect him into the nexus sis

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makes faces behind ur back

why you gotta be so ruu~uuu~de

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              ❝ not that i mean to offend you, ❞      lestat began, both hands busying themselves with the texture of his own nails.    ❝ but that doesn’t sound like you were a VAMPIRE at all. the one who made you must’ve been weak. too weak to create a lasting potency in his own blood. what a shame. foolish mavericks like that are what’s WRONG with our society these days… ❞

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             ❝ SHE WAS allegedly the ‘queen’ or something--                 but, I dunno how ~* Vampire Politics *~ work. ❞

   A pause as she scoffs inwardly. What was there to be offended about? She DIDN’T turn into a high-level demonic bloodsucker through means of sororicide, awh no...

                               Sarcasm, naturally.

            ❝ Well-- Anyway, society ?                You guys have a SOCIETY that can go wrong ? ❞

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i logged on to send a meme and im feeling so attacked rn

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          LITTLE SISTER. younger than Phoebe, even. and what kind of tension it rose knowing that Prue had been taken before getting to know. a secret kept by mom and Grams for way too long. and all because of some stupid prejudice between witches and whitelighters. as if the ELDERS really should’ve had any say at all? 

          “ yeah… i’m, uh, still getting used to this whole – dead – thing. ″ 

          it’d hit piper hard, she knew. but there’d been just as must animosity on her end. ( no, no. I can’t die now. no. they NEED me. those are my SISTERS. you can’t take me away from them, they NEED me! ) shouts given between pounding fists.  it didn’t matter that she could see Grams now. didn’t matter that their spirits had crossed over to the other side. didn’t matter how much DEATH caressed her fears and tempted her with the ideaology of peace. she was one of the CHARMED ones, or she had been, and protecting her sisters had been the job given to her. now they were just going to, what, take that away?

                                        no use in getting worked up now. they already had. 

         “ …so, um… Grams is usually the one with all the knowledge                                                           on demons. –why did you call me? ″

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             ❝ WH-- oh, no-- no demons here.                Not today anyway. ❞

   She should’ve expected the question, really, and yet she’s a little taken aback by it. Of all the people to call Prue across the divide -- it was Paige; not Phoebe, not Piper. Paige. And even she, to some degree, has to question that. Why hadn’t this been done until now? She’d heard that it was best not to call her years ago because of her ill-coping of her... passing, but surely it’s been too long now. 

   And for all that time, it’s not a sister that she knew who finally did it.    ( Hopefully she wasn’t offended. Great first impression, Paige. )

            ❝ I guess...I just wanted to meet you.               It... felt a little overdue.❞

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                ❝ its such a shame that you never gave being a vampire a CHANCE. witches are born every day, but it takes someone truly special to be inducted into the blood. ❞  

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             ❝ YEAH, see I got to give the whole vampire                 schtick a trial run once and all I got was a                 lame red costume and really hungry. 

                --Not really for me, thanks. ❞

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✲ ||   ITS WARM THE LIGHT of shimmering, glittering white & blue. Encompassing the both of them as it drapes around their figures instantly & off they went—- just like that. Whitelighters were so damned quick like this. Within seconds the light flashes in incandescent sparkles & they are at their destination. However, Nadas finds himself instantly bending over with a lurch of his stomach, hand raises to press palm against his mouth & his eyelids press shut. && hard. There he stays( slowly kneeling down as his stomach continues to turn ) until he is sure that he wouldn’t lose his lunch.

          With a guttural groan he rises, slowly at first, panting as if he had just ran a mile. Jades dart over to the Halliwell beside him & he can’t help but want to roll his eyes. Sassy witch.  ＂Well. That was fun. Shall we?＂ Sarcasm drips heavily from his voice as he gestures for her to follow him, turning on his heel & walking up the road. Certainly wasn’t the most populated town for the road was still paved by dirt alone. ＂Quite the inaccuracy you have, but the school is just a five minute walk away. Impressive for someone who isn’t from the homestead I suppose.＂

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             ❝ WEAK STOMACH, ey ? ❞

   She shouldn’t be amused, she knows, but some part of her irregardless feels like she won something. Payback for his snark, probably. That’s not to say orbing wasn’t a bizarre experience for her back when she was a greenhorn -- back when Phoebe’s demon-boyfriend had to practically roar at her to trigger it all as a fear response. Even still, she never felt SICK from it, so therein lies just a little more humor.

   In regards to his next comment, she has to digress. She has experience in orbing to places she’s never actually been, much of the magic behind it involving pointedly thinking of her destination. But there’s not much to pointedly think of when you’re a stranger to the country. Given that all she’d had to go on were a few maps printed on travelers’ pamphlets, she’d have to say she did pretty well.

            ❝ What can I say? I do my best. ❞

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✲ ||   ORBING WHY WAS it never trains or buses or hell a car? He had a nice car, sporty thing that cost him a nice penny. But no— it always had to be flying to instant transportation of some sort. A shaky sigh leaves him & he feels the pit of his stomach scrunch up at the mere thought of being orbed anywhere. What was more troubling was the Witch’s sheer enthusiasm about this whole ordeal. That was the thing about these infernal Halliwells, too damned excitable about magic.

          Groaning he stands & snatches his coat from the back of his chair & throws it on( hands tugging at the front as he glares at the wall to avoid glaring at her. orbing. ) before moving around his desk. He stands awkwardly for a moment before crossing his arms over his chest & shifting to the side as he sniffs in nervousness. ＂Make the orbing…. thing quick then.＂

          Orbing.

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             ❝ ORBING is always fast-- thaaat’s why we’re                 doing it. ❞

    She isn’t all so excited about that look he’s giving to the wall behind her -- let alone of the distinct feeling that he’s the rain to her parade, really. The way he says the word orbing is rather embittered, but turning oneself into a collection of white and blue light is far more efficient than being seen driving up to old crime scenes ( or perhaps not for him, given his line of work, but this particular witch has no such excuse ) 

    But Paige can keep that comment to herself.

    Her face contorts a little -- her upper lip curling into that expression that more or less silently embodies the very feeling of 'eugh' -- before she meekly pinches the sleeve of his coat between her thumb and forefinger as if to avoid actually touching him. 

            ❝ Off we go then. ❞

   And just like that, they’re taken away in a swarm of spherical light.