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Tweak says, "Gawsh."

Prue Halliwell (originalcharms) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2009-10-02 00:46:00

Entry tags:

!@event, !open, chris halliwell, peter petrelli

WHO: The Charmed Ones, Chris Halliwell, Peter Petrelli, and Anakin Skywalker (tagging order to be decided)
WHAT: Vanquishing Barbas.
WHEN: Not long after this ends.
WHERE: The courtyard between Buildings A and C, to start with. Wherever Anakin leads them, after that.
RATING: TBD
STATUS: In Progress
NOTES: If anyone else would like for their character to take place in this scene, whether as a witness, passer-by, or actually involved in some capacity, please feel free to contact any of the three mods and we will happily work something out!

With the potion in their possession, it was time to deal with Barbas once and for all. Or, at least, that was the theory. A theory that Prue was staking quite a bit on, in fact, the least of which was her own reputation as a level-headed, prepared leader of sorts. She just hoped that the theory wasn't proven wrong. She honestly didn't think the people of Colligo could handle having the Fear Demon around for much longer. Hell, she wasn't even being affected by him and it was starting to grate on her.

Not that it was painfully obvious that Prue was on edge. Not anymore than usual, that is. She appeared quite calm and collected. She was, really, except for the slight furrowing of her brow and set of her jaw. She refused to let her unease show in any form other than those two. She knew any sign of weakness, whether real or simply perceived, would be used against her by Barbas and she would be damned if she was going to give him any sort of fodder if she could help it. The sheer fact that her family was there with her was potentially damaging enough.

Then again, they did have some serious power on their side too. Peter definitely wasn't a slouch, nor was Anakin. And between her, Piper, Paige, and Chris... well, Prue was feeling a bit more confident than she was giving herself credit for. She was just also obsessing over every possible way things could go wrong.

She couldn't help it, that's just what she did.

She wasn't pacing, though, which was a good thing. Pacing was always bad when it came to her. Instead she was casually leaning against a tree in the courtyard between two of the main apartment buildings and waiting for the others to arrive. And as she waited, she continued to go over the makeshift plan she'd formed as to how to corner Barbas, get him to show himself, and take him out. All without any of them getting hurt.

She hoped.

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whilled
2009-10-04 07:02 pm UTC (link)

Usually his visions made no sense. They were mostly tangled up images that blurred together to form a timeline that was impossible to follow, full of sounds (and sometimes smells) that he was unable to recognize no matter how hard he tried. Only rarely did he recognize anything within them and the times that he had never presented him with happy conclusions. First, there was his mother dying and no matter how fast he'd raced to Tattooine to save her after allowing Padmé to convince him it was worth it risk, only to lose her to the torture the Tusken Raiders had bestowed upon her. Then there was his Padmé, the bright light of solitary sureness in his world, the one thing that was his and his alone. He'd lost her to a vision he'd fought to prevent so fervently, only to succumb to what he knew to be the right thing and allow her to be lost to the death that was meant for her in a cruel twist of fate that had left a pair of newborn twins without a mother and, in the end, without a father. That would always be his greatest regret, failing them. He'd try again one day, but right now...he wasn't in the right state of mind and Force Sensitive infants were very impressionable to a mind they were (or would've been) bonded to. He couldn't do that to them. They were far better off with Padmé's sister, Sola, at the moment. They were in good hands. He had a feeling she would approve of the choice he'd made.

The vision he'd had about Prue and his sisters, though...it confused him. Not because the images were hard to pick out and label, but because he'd recognized people he wasn't familiar with before hand. He was provided with names that matched faces. It was certainly a new patterns to the things he saw when the Force talked to him. And when It talked to him in such a direct manner, he took it as a sign that It wanted him to listen; so listen he did.

"There's no reason to be nervous," he offered as he approached the pacing witch, feeling the tension rolling off of her in sharp waves. Of course, she was nervous and logically so, but Anakin was confident things would turn out in their favor. He'd seen it. As bitter as it made him to confirm as much, his visions had yet to be wrong.

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