Post by Allen Halliwell Mitchell on Jul 23, 2013 11:47:24 GMT
...."The number you have called is currently unavaila -".
"SCREW YOU TOO!".
Nothing felt better then a leg massage on a stressful day, you know, unless it is from some creepy ass demon which spontaneously turns into a minature Womping friggin' Willow! Okay, let's start again. This is Allen Mitchell. He is a ruggedly handsome kind of guy with a thrill for action, an uptown apartment, two sisters and a big secret; he's a witch. Not just any witch, but a Halliwell Witch. This basically means that he has kick-ass powers, joined-custody between nine on a very old book and is a great target for evil. Like they really can't get enough with trying to get his power or get to the rest of his family. Today is a great example for that, let's just call this exhibit A. In order to get access to his families Book Of Shadows, he has to come to the manor which he really doesn't mind doing because hey, he loves his family. Not when some 5''10', leather wearing goth king is standing there waiting patiently until the sign of orbs became present in the room. And when it became clear that a young witchlighter was entering the room, the demon morphed into a green and viney meanie with tenticle-like limbs flicking about. It was then, that things just start to go straight down the drain. Allen isn't much of a complainer, but when you call for help and they don't answer, it just purely SUCKS!
Holding on for dear life, Allen clutched the leg of his great great grandma's old piano leg. His fingers were slipping from around it, and since speed dial doesn't always go as plan he dismissed his phone across the floor. Never calling Prue 'ol reliable' ever, ever again. Looking back, the demonic freak swung another vine at his other leg. Double the strength made Allen a very unhappy man. But before it could hit, he came to his senses and let go of his support and blossomed into a cloud of blue and white orbs. Disappearing, the witch appeared right behind the demon at the book of shadows. Gripping onto the cover, he swung it open and read as fast as the guy could. A little bit of warning would have been really, really nice right now but who would have thought that you would get attacked by a demon in the Halliwell Manor. Yeah, right, probably the whole magical community. "Magical weed-killer, magical weed-killer....". The witch said to himself, trying to find something as quick as possible. But - no luck, the demon was already ready to attack.
Allen looked up just in time to see a large tentacle lash towards him. Jumping, the witch almost avoided the tentacle as it smashed over the centuries-old podium the Book Of Shadows sat on was smashed across the room but Allen's ankles got in the way. Flipping head-over-ass, the witch hit the ground as he quickly rose to a crouch. Okay, might as well try something. As another lash came his way, he shot down and dodged it as he looked to a case of drawers across the room. Raising a hand, he called for it. "Cabinet, wait - Drawers!". He shook his head but soon the drawers evaporated into orbs and appeared in front of the demon, shooting towards it in a trail of light and smashing over the creature as it fell back. "Wyatt! Chris! Mel! Pen! What the hell, Mom! Someone a little help here!". And with his last request, the demon landed a shot as a vine whipped him in the chest and the witch shot across the room and into the clutter behind him, banging and bashing his way to a stop. Times like this, you needed a Plan B. Or, you know, a whitelighter for a witchlighter.