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Post by StoryGirl83 on Jan 23, 2017 11:12:47 GMT -5
Charmed: Heritage
Episode 1X15 – My Curse on You ~ Part One Chapter One – The Strange Gem Fri, Apr 23, 2027 It was early morning at the San Francisco Museum of Natural History. Wyatt Halliwell had agreed to come in early to help his friend, Nathan Hensley, get a new display ready. Wyatt was unpacking items when he heard his friend muttering. “Did you say something?” “Can you believe this thing?” Nathan repeated. “What’s the problem this time?” Wyatt said walking over to him. Nathan handed Wyatt a sheet of paper. Wyatt scanned and looked up confused. “I’m still not seeing the problem..” Nathan took back the paper and gave him a look. “According to this paper in one of these boxes is a crystal that was blessed by the goddess Aphrodite. The person who wrote this writes as if they believe it. I’d get it if they said in ancient times people believed that or something like that, but to indicate that they think people still do, today? It’s ridiculous.” Wyatt shook his head smiling. Nathan glanced at the paper and walked over to the boxes. He looked at the labels until her found the one he wanted. He picked up the small box and brought it over to Wyatt. “Inside this box is what is labeled as The Aphrodite Crystal. Want to take a look?” “We’re working, Nathan,” Wyatt warned. “And this is not worked how?” Nathan returned. “I don’t know, Nathan,” Wyatt replied, hesitantly. “It’s just there has to be a reason for the belief that the crystal is magical.” “Yeah,” Nathan agreed, “crazy superstitious people. You don’t seriously believe in that stuff, do you?” More than you know, Wyatt thought, but aloud he said in a hesitant voice, “Let’s just say I know some things aren’t explainable by science.” Nathan rolled his eyes and put the box down on a pile of boxes. He opened it up and Wyatt frowned. There was a glow emitting from the box. Nathan reached his hand over the box. He stopped and his hand hovered over the box. “I’m not sure this is a good idea,” Wyatt cautioned. “I don’t like that glow.” “It’s probably just some chemical reaction to something,” Nathan suggested. “You know like lights at the bottom of the ocean, nothing to worry about.” He reached his hand in and pulled out the crystal. A green glow passed down Nathan’s body, starting at the top of his head. Nathan shivered and dropped the crystal back in the box. Wyatt took a step toward Nathan as Nathan wrapped his arms around himself and shivered. “What was that?” “I don’t know,” Wyatt admitted, “but I don’t think you should touch it, again.” Nathan looked at Wyatt with haunted eyes. “I felt as if I had touched evil. And I still feel it.” Wyatt didn’t know exactly what had happened, but he had a feeling that this was not a blessing from the goddess Aphrodite.
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Post by Chrisaholic on Jan 27, 2017 13:52:04 GMT -5
That's not good. For Nathan and Wyatt. And if Chris is also in trouble, this means work. Hard work. lol
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Post by StoryGirl83 on Jan 27, 2017 15:48:38 GMT -5
That's not good. For Nathan and Wyatt. And if Chris is also in trouble, this means work. Hard work. lol Definitely not good. And yes, Chris is in trouble. He doesn't know it yet, but he is definitely in trouble.
Chapter Two – A Phone Call It had, in Chris Halliwell’s opinion, been a good morning. He had been sorry that his brother was gone by the time he had awoken, but that was to be expected. Wyatt had told him the night before that he’d be leaving early. He heard the phone on the wall ringing and strode over to pick it up. “Halliwell.” “How have you been, stranger?” the voice of his one time friend, David Vandemark. Chris was stunned. He figured after what happened on his last day at Centennial that would be the last he would hear of David. “David?” David chuckled. “Yeah, it’s me. Again, how have you been?” “Busy,” Chris admitted, not sure what had prompted David to call. “You remember Wyatt’s best friend, Seth?” “Sure,” David agreed, “he and Wyatt used to come down to Centennial to try and steal you away for movie night and other such stuff.” “Yeah, well,” Chris tried to phrase what he was saying carefully, “he’s been gone for a few months and he came back recently and things have just gotten crazier.” “In other words, Wyatt’s friend knows about all this . . . magic stuff,” David interpreted. Chris blinked in surprise. “Well, um.” “That’s a yes,” David surmised. “Why’d you tell him and not me?” “I didn’t,” Chris informed him. “And neither did Wyatt if you’re curious. He’s just a part of that world.” “Oh,” David sounded slightly disappointed. “So how’s it going working for your mom?” “I like it,” Chris admitted. “I enjoy cooking.” “Seriously, you are strange,” David teased, “but I guess that’s good that you enjoy cooking since you pretty much do that for a living now. Your other ‘job’ won’t put food on the table.” He paused and asked curiously, “Will it?” Chris chuckled. “No, David, it won’t.” “You never know,” David shrugged it off. “I’m new to all this.” “And you thought it was like Sabrina, the Teenage Witch,” Chris mumbled, remembering Emily’s statement when she first found out. “Er . . . no,” David sounded confused. “Who’s that?” “A fictional witch on TV back in the nineties,” Chris informed him. “Not applicable to real life, but sounds slightly along the lines of what you were saying. Someone thought of that example a few weeks ago. Since all I knew was that it was a TV show, I looked it up. That girl had it easy.” “Says the guy who can turn himself invisible at will,” David retorted. “Which is not why you called either,” Chris decided. “Well, no,” David admitted. “So what’s up?” Chris asked as he settled down on the couch, deciding there was no use standing. This sounded to be a long call. “I’m thinking of proposing to Rosie,” David informed him, referring to his girlfriend of five months and long time friend, Rose Laughlin. “Uh,” Chris hesitated, not sure what to say. “Congratulations? Why are you telling me this before her?” “I just need someone to talk it out with,” David admitted. “To talk about, right?” Chris questioned, still not sure why he had been chosen to be on the other end if this phone call. He and David had been friends before everything happened in the last few months. When magic had came back and his memories had been messed up he had forgotten everything about David for a couple of weeks. And when he had remembered, nothing had been the same. He was not the same person who had been befriended by David. But then he wasn’t the same person who had went to the past to change history either. He was some sort of combination of the two and sometimes it hurt. Sometimes it felt like the only thing that was real was everything that had happened since that point. He sighed and asked the rest of his question, “Not to talk you out of it, right?” “No,” David was quick to assure him, “I want to marry her. I just don’t know how to ask.” “And you thought of me,” Chris stated, more confused than ever. “I don’t exactly have extensive knowledge in that, you know.” “Look, I know it’s only been a few months since Jamie broke up with you,” David began, “but . . .” “Ja nie didn’t break up with me,” Chris informed him. “And it’s been over a year since I broke up with her after she hit on my brother.” “Wyatt?” David asked, clearly surprised. “But he had a girlfriend.” “Yeah,” Chris agreed. “And she had a boyfriend,” David added, clearly not taking this in. “I’m aware,” Chris stated dryly. “I couldn’t really deal with the fact that my girlfriend was hitting on my big brother.” “But she was hot,” David protested. Chris snorted and tried to sound serious as he said, “You’re dating Rose. You want to marry Rose.” “Yes,” David agreed, sobering up. “Then, forget my ex,” Chris instructed him. “She’s not worth the trouble.”
Yes, technically, Chris does have some experience with proposals, but that was the other him and he doesn't always think about that. I think I might have mentioned Janie once before. Amber, Wyatt's girlfriend, has been mentioned a couple times. Sometimes, like this, not be name. |
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Post by Chrisaholic on Jan 28, 2017 9:58:52 GMT -5
Normal boy problems if you ask me. So far no trouble ahead for Chris (and Wyatt). At least, he's been asked. lol
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Post by StoryGirl83 on Jan 28, 2017 11:50:36 GMT -5
Normal boy problems if you ask me. So far no trouble ahead for Chris (and Wyatt). At least, he's been asked. lol Yes, right now Chris is dealing with normal boy problems, but not for long. This next chapter is short, but evil.
Chapter Three – Magical Locks Steve Kessler looked at the lock on the door in front of him with a satisfied grin. The spell he had cast on the chains should both protect them from view and keep them from being broken apart and the door open. He walked toward the front of the building and the last open able door. He stopped in the front hall and chanted, “Within these halls all magic died. As orbing fails evil will rise. Magical transport cannot from within, or from without be used to rescue them.” The spell cast he walked right out the front door. He turned around and looked at it. “Chain this door, let no one in. Invisible bonds, keep magic in. All attempts bounce off the door, until it’s evil to the core.” He chuckled as he pulled at the door and nothing happened. This plan would work. He could feel it. He walked around the building and blinked away. |
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Post by Chrisaholic on Feb 2, 2017 10:26:34 GMT -5
Where did he walk in? The museum or the house? I'm kinda confused here, or practically lost. Sorry.  |
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Post by StoryGirl83 on Feb 2, 2017 12:03:26 GMT -5
Where did he walk in? The museum or the house? I'm kinda confused here, or practically lost. Sorry. My apology. He's at the museum. And for more at the museum, here you go.
Chapter Four – Reacting Nathan had decided to just get back to work. He didn’t believe in magic. He didn’t believe in blessings or curses. He believed something odd had happened, but he believed there was a scientific explanation, even for the chilling feeling he still felt that evil had somehow possessed him. Wyatt did not agree with him. He knew magic and this was magic. It wasn’t good magic either. He scrutinized the description, but found nothing that could explain what happened. This was not a blessing by any stretch of anyone’s imagination. This was magical and this was a curse. Of this Wyatt was sure. The questions that now pursued Wyatt as he examined the description were who or what had cursed this stone and what was the curse. The door to the store room opened and Andrew Parker, young man who worked as a tour guide for school groups, entered. “I just let in that accountant who’s going through Lauren’s accounts. He wanted to talk to you, Wyatt. Can you spare a few minutes?” Wyatt glanced back at Nathan. His friend was busy sorting through boxes finding which ones went to the new exhibit they were opening in Monday. “Is Lauren here yet?” Andrew shook his head. “She won’t be here until ten.” Wyatt frowned. “Does she know she’d being audited?” “Andrew nodded. “She said she doesn’t have anything to worry about, so why should she show up early.” Wyatt sighed. “Would you mind calling her and telling her to take the day off?” “And how do you explain that to Hal?” Andrew wanted to know. “Oh!” he exclaimed as he ran over to help Nathan keep a box from toppling over. To Wyatt’s shock the green glow traveled through Andrew from the top of his head down as the action brought Andrew in contact with Nathan. Wyatt groaned and dug into his pocket. This was worse than he thought. He slipped his head into his pocket and pulled out his cell. “Hey!” Nathan yelled, running at him. “What are you doing?” Wyatt slipped out of the way, the image of Andrew with the green glow running down his body after touching Nathan still fresh on his mind. “I just need to call my brother. Would that be alright?” Nathan frowned. After several seconds he nodded. He waved his hand at Wyatt. “Go ahead.” Wyatt pulled out his phone, again. Stepping away from both Nathan and Andrew, he held his phone next to his ear. “Apartment.” He watched them as the phone dialed. He scowled when he got a busy signal. He disconnected the call and started another. “Chris.” “Hey, that’s two calls,” Nathan protested. Andrew looked at Nathan with a frown. “What’s the big deal?” “He said he needed to call his brother,” Nathan informed him, trying to explain. Andrew just looked confused. “But his brother is Chris.” “Yeah, but the first one wasn’t Chris.” “Chris doesn’t like to carry his cell,” Wyatt informed him quickly as the voice mail turned on. “Look, I need to leave a message.” He walked away, so that he was out of ear shot, or as close as he could get. “Chris, problem. I need you to find out everything you can about the Aphrodite Crystal. I think it’s cursed.” Nathan must have heard him, because he stalked toward Wyatt. Wyatt gulped. “There was a green glow,” he added as he stepped backward, “around Nathan and then Andrew.” He hit the wall. “What do you want, Nathan?” “Give me the phone,” Nathan demanded, reaching out his hand. “I think Nathan’s loosing it,” Wyatt whispered and closed the phone. “Catch!” Wyatt called out as he tossed the phone up in the air. He used Nathan’s distraction to get out of the way. He didn’t want to get infected unless he was sure he could get uninfected. Nathan caught the phone in mid air and threw it to the ground. As Wyatt and Andrew watched in shock, Nathan ground it under his shoe. Wyatt grimaced and looked at Andrew. “Can you stay down here with Nathan while I go talk to that accountant?” Andrew snorted. “Are you kidding me?” “Don’t leave,” Nathan ordered, though it wasn’t clear whom he was ordering. “Andrew will stay here,” Wyatt informed him. “The accountant asked for me. Remember?” Nathan looked questioningly at Andrew. Andrew sighed and nodded. “I’ll be here. Just hurry back.” Wyatt nodded quickly. “How about you make that call to Lauren while I’m gone,” he suggested. “No phones,” Nathan demanded. Wyatt sighed and looked at Andrew. “Just go,” Andrew insisted. “The sooner you go . . .” “The sooner I get back,” Wyatt finished. “Yeah, yeah. See you soon.” He didn’t bother waiting for an answer. As soon as he was out the door he closed it behind him. He glanced down the hall in both directions and orbed out. Or he tried to. Blue-white orb lights surrounded him, but nothing else happened. Wyatt groaned. If he hadn’t already been sure there was something demonic going on, this would have settled it. Something might be up with his powers, but there was still the normal way to exit a building. Hopefully once he left he could orb out . . . or at least find a telephone. He needed to finish his call to Chris. Since the front door was closer than his office and the phone there, he headed that way. Wyatt reached the front entrance of the museum and pushed on the door. It didn’t even vibrate. It wasn’t that he expected this to be easy, not after he failed to orb at least, but he had expected the door to open. He waved his arm at the door and got thrown across the room into the wall, slamming his shoulder hard against it. Wyatt pushed himself up and stared at the door. Did the door just deflect my powers?Wyatt rubbed his shoulder as he walked over to the ticket booth. He unlocked the door and grabbed the phone from in the wall. After several seconds it became clear that there was no dial tone and there wasn’t going to be a dial tone. Wyatt groaned. He needed to tell Chris what was going on and each additional fact he found scared him more. Someone had magically locked them in with a gem that was doing strange things to Nathan’s personality and likely to Andrew’s given too much more time. And now they’d cut the phone lines. Wyatt did a mental inventory of who was in the building. He needed to keep anyone not yet exposed away from Nathan, Andrew and the gem. Considering he was already expected by the accountant, he decided to start there. With one last look at the door he sighed and headed for the stairs. If someone had cut the phone lines and magically sealed the door, he wouldn’t put it past them to have done something to the elevator, too. |
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Post by Chrisaholic on Feb 6, 2017 10:29:32 GMT -5
This is not good for Wyatt. Now he knows he's in trouble and would definitely need the help of his brother. Maybe he's lucky one time.
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Post by StoryGirl83 on Feb 6, 2017 10:41:39 GMT -5
This is not good for Wyatt. Now he knows he's in trouble and would definitely need the help of his brother. Maybe he's lucky one time. Better he knows so he can do something about it then that he doesn't know and he can't. In this next chapter you get to see what's going on between one of the characters from the previous episode, who is still looking for those three demons from that episode, and her father.
Chapter Five – Asking for Help from Dad Much as Sean McInnis loved his daughter there were days he was glad that she was an only child. He’d gone into her room to wake her and found a giant map of what looked to be a massive organization of tunnels and caverns, a scrying crystal, and no Brianna. It was the kind of thing that worried a father. He’d tried her cell phone, but hadn’t been surprised when he’d gotten nothing. He suspected that his daughter was a long way out of her carrier’s range. An hour later he was staring down at soggy cereal. If he had any way to get to the location pinpointed on the map, he would have gone. As it was he was going to have to trust his daughter and although he knew she was good at what she did, it was hard for a parent to just sit still while their child went hunting for evil. “Sorry, I’m late,” a voice behind him proclaimed sounding a little winded. “Where have you been, Brianna?” Sean asked concerned as he turned around. “Underworld,” Brianna announced. There were few secrets between father and daughter, but the biggest one was about to be the main point of discussion. “Remember out guests yesterday,” she added as she grabbed a bowl and cereal out of the cupboard. “The two Halliwell boys and their friend,” Sean commented, remembering. “What about them?” “Yesterday we went to The Manor, the restaurant not the home, for dinner,” she informed him. “CT was in one of his moods,” she added with a chuckle. “You know how he gets sometimes. We barely got our food ordered when Aka say dark demonic auras.” She poured her cereal into the bowl and sat down. “Only you five with have to quantify that a demon has a dark aura,” Sean retorted. “Of course not too many people can see those auras in the first place.” Brianna picked up her spoon and toyed with it. “True, but there are other people that realize there are good demons out there. It’s a very small group, but they do exist. You saw the Halliwells’ friend. He’s half demon apparently, so they get that, too.” Sean smiled. “Yes, but none of this is new. Why were you in the underworld, Brianna?” She frowned. “Apparently the demons we were looking for went into hiding as soon as they did . . . something. We don’t know what. Now, one of them is in some sort of isolation chamber to keep him from infecting others. Apparently he’s chronically depressed and suicidal with a touch of paranoia in the mix just for ‘fun’. I haven’t located the other two, but they can’t be allowed to stick around.” “This isn’t normal for you,” Sean commented looking over at his daughter’s face. “You tend to avoid these types of battles.” “Doesn’t mean we don’t fight them if they come to us,” she shot back. “CT said they tried to kill someone. And Toby said they tried to poison some people. We can’t let them keep this up, even if Max is being weird about it all.” Sean looked at her surprised. “Have you talked to him? Max is usually the first one to want a fight.” “Maybe in a fist fight,” Brianna laughed. “Max doesn’t much care for magic, and since like CT and I, he hasn’t had any for years, it’s never meant much to him. And unlike CT and I, he doesn’t even have spells.” “Are you saying Max doesn’t use magic?” Sean asked her with a look of disbelief. “Shimmering,” she said thoughtfully, “though it was really funny watching him learn it. He uses magic, he just prefers not to. He thinks that magic has the potential to turn him into his father.” Sean considered this and decided not to comment. Brianna had something to say. He would let her just talk. “I don’t understand why he doesn’t want to vanquish those demons,” she commented, getting back on track, or what appeared to be on track in Sean’s mind. “Usually he doesn’t have a problem with that. Usually that’s reserved for snake demons, usually River.” “River,” Sean mumbled the name, thinking. “That’s the psychotic seventeen-year-old that broke into the chicken farm to eat raw chickens?” Brianna was silent for several seconds. When she did speak it was with one word. “Yes.” “And if I remember correctly, Max likes to eat raw chicken eggs?” “Yes.” She paused a second before adding. “He likes other types of eggs, too. It’s just chicken eggs are more accessible.” Sean shuddered. “I know, it’s odd,” Brianna admitted. “I need your advice, Dad.” Sean looked over at her. “What’s the matter? I mean besides the fact that you are obsessed with Max Keegan.” “Haha,” Brianna replied sarcastically. “No, I’m not sure what to do about these demons. I can’t ask my friends this time.” “Why not?” “Max is caught up in something to do with an attack yesterday, snake demons he thinks,” She informed him. “Aka’s not really a great help in a fight. She can tell you who the bad guys are, but she can’t do anything about it. Something is very wrong with CT, but I don’t know what. Toby followed him home yesterday and I haven’t heard from either of them.” “Have you tried going there?” “Are you kidding me?” Brianna stared at him. “Do you have any idea where they live?” Sean shook his head. “No, you won’t talk about that.” She signed. “Well, let’s just say it’s not people friendly. I haven’t mastered my blinking ability to that extent. I can get across the room, but there . . . forget it. Max can’t get their on his own either. No, I have to wait for them to contact me. And not a one of them owns a cell phone.” “Does even one of them have a job?” Brianna looked down for a second, trying to hide a snigger. “No.” She shook her head as she looked back up. No, they most certainly don’t have jobs. What would they need them for? "Max lives in the underworld and occasionally on the couches within our coven. The others . . . let’s just say cell phones would be pointless there.” “All right, so your friends aren’t available,” Sean admitted. “I’m glad to help, but I am surprised to be asked.” Brianna nodded. “I know I never ask. But you are the one who knows, aren’t you?” “I don’t know that I’d go that far,” Sean joked, “but I have practiced magic a lot longer than you have, Sweetie. Why don’t you tell me everything you know and I will see if I can help?” Brianna exhaled slowly. “Well, I couldn’t just let them get away, so when everyone left last night, I decided to keep looking.” |
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Post by Chrisaholic on Feb 6, 2017 11:08:50 GMT -5
Typical father/daughter problems, only with a slight touch of the underworld. *hihi* Maybe he really can help now with all this stuff going on.
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Post by StoryGirl83 on Feb 6, 2017 11:30:39 GMT -5
Typical father/daughter problems, only with a slight touch of the underworld. *hihi* Maybe he really can help now with all this stuff going on. We'll see. He's more a sounding board here than anything else. Brianna's trusting him, but not a lot. It's not that she doesn't trust him, she just doesn't want to put him in danger any more than he wants her to be in danger.
Chapter Six – The Accountant Wyatt pushed opened the door to Lauren’s office and looked in. A man with medium brown haired had his head bowed over the records on the desk. He didn’t appear to have heard the door. “Are you the accountant?” Wyatt asked as he stepped in. The man looked up startled. “Wyatt Halliwell?” Wyatt nodded. “You wanted to see me?” He nodded back. “Yeah.” “I’m not Lauren’s supervisor,” Wyatt informed him. “What?” the man looked at him confused. “Oh, no. Right. No, I just wanted to meet you.” Wyatt looked at him wearily. “Why?” “Because my sister keeps talking about you.” Wyatt frowned. “Your sister.” “Yeah,” the man nodded, again. “More about your brother, but you, too. I figured since I was here where you work . . . I probably should introduce myself, shouldn’t I?” He stood and walked over to Wyatt. Wyatt nodded, expression dry. “Yeah. That would be good.” The man extended his hand. “Nate Colson.” Colson? Colson? Why does that name sound . . . “Emily?” Nate grinned. “That’s her.” “I barely know your sister,” Wyatt informed him. Sure he’d been the one to hire her. And he’d talked to her a few times when he’d been to The Manor during her shift, but that wasn’t enough to have someone’s big brother check up on you. Nate shrugged. “I know, but Em’s mentioned you and your brother, and like I said I was already here, so I figured, why not.” Wyatt relaxed. “Well, it’s nice to meet you, but I can’t chat right now. There’s some problem in the museum and I need you to lock this room up until I get back. Okay?” Nate frowned. “Why would I do that?” “I need you to do this,” Wyatt informed him. “It’s probably nothing, but just to be safe.” “If it’s nothing, why do I need to do anything?” Nate asked, looking at him skeptically. “I said, it’s probably nothing,” Wyatt reminded him. He couldn’t exactly tell the guy that he thought people were cursed, now could he, so how did he explain this? “Look, there’s some sort of . . . virus.” Nate backed away from him. “I’m not infected,” Wyatt tried to assure him. At least I don’t think I am, Wyatt added mentally, glad that he hadn’t taken the offered hand earlier, just in case. He was not letting Emily’s brother get killed. She might take exception to that. “I’m trying to help those who are and . . .” “Are we under quarantine?” Wyatt played with the word in his head. “Maybe. Someone locked us in.” Nate gulped. “You mean we can’t leave?” Wyatt exhaled and nodded. “I need you to stay here.” “What if they want to blow us up?” Nate glanced around worried. “I wouldn’t be too concerned with that,” Wyatt informed him. Nate looked at him even more concerned. “What’s that?” “If this disease is anything like I’m guessing, then they won’t need to blow us up to kill us.” Nate stared at him. “We’ve got to get out of here.” Wyatt shook his head. “I can’t leave, not when my friends are infected. And I can’t call out because the lines are dead and Nathan broke my phone. Any chance you have a cell on you?” “You just said that we are locked in a building with an infectious virus running rampant,” Nate reminded him. “I’m not getting anywhere near you. And you’re not touching me phone.” Wyatt sighed. “Look, if you happened to talk to your sister, tell her that the whole bright light moving thing, isn’t working.” Nate blinked and stared at him confused. “What?” “She said it first,” Wyatt mumbled. In a louder voice he said, “She’ll understand.” “I am not involving my little sister in this.” “Just tell her if you talk to her,” Wyatt insisted. “And lock the door behind me.” Nate frowned, but nodded. “When this is fixed you’ll make sure someone tells me?” Wyatt nodded. “You said we’re locked in?” Nate asked suddenly. Wyatt nodded, again. “Yes.” “Does that include windows?” Wyatt shrugged. “I haven’t tried them, but I wouldn’t if I were you. It’s a few stories down.” “By maybe someone with a ladder,” Nate suggested. Wyatt shrugged. “Just don’t let anyone in this room from the rest of the building, unless I tell you it’s safe. If you can get out the window, do it.” Nate watched Wyatt leave. He stared at the door close behind Wyatt and stood there for several seconds. Then, he took some Kleenex off Lauren’s desk and pushed the lock with them as a barrier. He wasn’t taking any chances and threw the Kleenex in the trash. He sat back down at the desk and picked up his briefcase. He unlocked it and took out his cell phone. He held it up to his ear. “Matt.” Hopefully his big brother had some useful advice for him. |
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Post by Chrisaholic on Feb 9, 2017 13:23:16 GMT -5
Oha, interesting constellation! Yeah, some always meet and then even under strange circumstances. We will see if this whole plan works. Wonder though how Chris is doing meanwhile.
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Post by StoryGirl83 on Feb 9, 2017 17:36:22 GMT -5
Oha, interesting constellation! Yeah, some always meet and then even under strange circumstances. We will see if this whole plan works. Wonder though how Chris is doing meanwhile. He have to check in with Emily first, because she needs to be able to know that she has a message to pass on to Chris before she can do that, but I promise Chris is in the chapter after this one. In the meantime.
Chapter Seven – And the Magician Emily Colson banged her hand at her nightstand. Somewhere in that direction a noise was trying to wake her up. It persisted, so she finally opened her eyes and sat up. She looked around and grabbed her cell phone off the nightstand. “You woke me, Matt.” On the other end of the phone Matt Colson chuckled. “Isn’t it a bit late to be in bed, Em?” “Haha,” she replied annoyed. “Why are you calling?” “You need to quit,” he announced. Emily frowned. “Quit what?” “Working at the manor,” Matt replied. “I am not quitting my job!” Emily protested vehemently. “I know it’s a great place to eat,” Matt allowed, “but if there’s insanity in that family . . .” “There is not insanity in that family!” Emily exclaimed. “It’s just Nate called and he said Wyatt Halliwell locked him in an office,” Matt protested. “Not very well if he has phone access,” Emily retorted. Matt paused. “You said Nate’s in an office,” Emily commented. “Where?” “Nate’s auditing someone at the Museum of Natural History,” Matt informed her. “There’s money going missing or something, so Nate’s boss assigned him to look into it.” “Okay,” she hedged as she climbed out of bed and started getting dressed for the day. “But what reason did Wyatt give for locking Nate in? Or did Nate tell you?” “Something about a disease,” Matt scowled. “A disease,” she repeated frowning. “What kind of disease?” “I don’t know,” he admitted. She sighed. “I’m calling Nate.” She paused and repeated, “I’m not quitting my job. I don’t know what Wyatt’s up to, but I do know he’s not insane.” “Em, that’s . . .” “Matt, he’s not,” she repeated. “I love you, but back off.” “I’m not backing off if this guy’s a danger to my baby sister,” Matt argued. “He’s not,” Emily assured him, “but we can discuss this later.” She could almost hear Matt’s scowl as he replied. “Fine, but be careful.” Emily laughed. “I’m just calling Nate.” “Yeah, yeah,” Matt replied. “Bye, Matt,” she pressed. “Bye, Em,” he returned. She ended the call and immediately reopened it. “Nate.” She waited as the phone dialed. “Em?” She smiled at the sound of her brother’s voice. “Hey, Nate, why would Matt have the idea that Wyatt Halliwell is insane?” Nate was silent on the other end. “Nate?” “He’s not insane,” Nate admitted, “but the way he was talking about some disease one of the employees caught that could quickly change.” Emily frowned. “What do you mean?” “He said two things that bothered me,” Nate admitted. “But it’s nothing you need to . . .” “Need to what?” Emily interrupted. “Worry about? Of course I do. You’re my brother, Nate. Are you in danger?” “He says I’m not,” Nate informed her, “so long as I don’t touch anyone infected.” “Is he . . . infected?” Now that she knew her brother was safe she wanted to find out about Wyatt. This whole thing bothered her more than she wanted to admit. She knew Nate would clam up if he thought about it. Nate sounded distracted as he said, “He says not, but he wouldn’t touch me. That didn’t bother me nearly as much as what he said after he told me that we were locked in.” Emily frowned. “What do you mean ‘we’? I thought you were alone in the office?” “I am,” he agreed. “I am not, however, the only one locked in. According to Wyatt Halliwell, the doors to the building are locked. And he forbid me from leaving this office, told me to keep it locked.” Emily gulped. That wasn’t good. And why was Wyatt still in the building. Locked doors shouldn’t keep him in. “You know he mentioned you.” Emily redirected her attention back at her brother. “What do you mean?” “Well, I wanted to meet him since you know him, so he knew I was your brother and when I wouldn’t let him borrow my phone he asked me to deliver a message.” “You wouldn’t let him borrow your phone,” Emily glared into the air in front of her. Had her brother been there he would have backed off. “Why ever not?” “He wouldn’t shake my hand when I met him,” Nate reminded her. “And then he tells me that there’s some disease running around that transfer’s through touch. I wasn’t risking it. I wasn’t going to touch that phone after he’d touched it.” “Well, if he asks again then give it to him,” Emily demanded. “I’ll buy you a new one, if that’s what it takes. So what did he want you to tell me?” “Oh that,” Nate sounded amused. “It was kind of bizarre. He said, the whole bright light moving thing wasn’t working. Any idea what he meant?” “Yeah, he was mocking me,” she retorted. “Did he say anything else?” “Not really.” “Well, if you remember anything call me,” she ordered. “It’s important. If he’s delivering messages through you, then I’m willing to bet that he can’t call out.” “Right,” Nate agreed, remembering something else. “He did say that Nathan broke his phone and I tried using the land line. There’s no dial tone.” “Thanks, Nate,” she told him sweetly. She was worried, very worried. She doubted that there was a disease floating around. Or if there was, it was probably supernatural in origin. And if Wyatt was resorting to hoping her brother would pass on his message, then he was out of options for communicating outside. “I love you, Nate.”
And now you know all three Colson siblings. The magician, the accountant, and the waitress. I laughed a lot when I realized who I had "cast" as Matt Colson. I think the actor would do a great job in the role. He's got plenty of experience with a character who is boisterous and attention grabbing. |
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Post by Chrisaholic on Feb 10, 2017 10:20:38 GMT -5
Hehe, obviously she has forgotten about orbing and the description of it. Hopefully, Emily can still remember, and nice two brothers. Always worried and with that, I take it they're older than Emily. Maybe she can pass on the message.
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Post by StoryGirl83 on Feb 10, 2017 10:54:50 GMT -5
Hehe, obviously she has forgotten about orbing and the description of it. Hopefully, Emily can still remember, and nice two brothers. Always worried and with that, I take it they're older than Emily. Maybe she can pass on the message. She may not have immediately remembered, but it certainly stuck in Wyatt's mind.
Chapter Eight – Interruptions Chris hung up the phone with a smile on his face. It was nice to talk to David, again. Clearly David wasn’t really good with the whole magic thing, but he’d missed the chance to chat with his friend. While the conversation had been a little awkward, once he’d gotten David off the subject of Janie and onto Rose and other people from work, it had gone well enough. Or at least well enough for the first conversation after David had learned his secret. Chris headed for the kitchen just as the phone began ringing, again. He stopped and grabbed it up. He didn’t recognize the image on the screen. “Halliwell.” “Well, thank goodness for that,” Emily announced. “I’ve been trying to get through for fifteen minutes. I was about to give up and call your mom. The only thing stopping me was the fact that it is awkward talking to your mom about magic.” Chris frowned. “Emily? What about magic?” “I don’t know, but I know something’s wrong when Wyatt is passing massages on to me through my brothers, probably so I would pass them on to you.” “Wyatt, what?” Chris stared at her. “What’s wrong with Wyatt?” “I don’t know,” she repeated. “My brother, Matt, felt the need to call and suggest I quit working at The Manor, because the owner’s son was insane. I called my other brother, Nate, and he told me he’s at the museum where Wyatt works and Wyatt told him they are locked in. Nate told me that Wyatt forbid him from leaving the office he’s in and told him to keep it locked. And then Wyatt told him to pass on a message to me. It was a tad mocking, but the basic point was he can’t orb. Or at least I think that was the point.” Chris gulped. “Then, why didn’t he call me?” he asked as he headed into his room and grabbed up his phone. He looked down at the “1 missed call” message on his cell. He flipped it open and checked. “He left me a message. Thanks for calling, Emily. I’ll handle this from here.” “Don’t be so sure,” Emily suggested. “Wyatt told Nate that someone named Nathan broke his phone. It’s possible my brother might by the only one who can get messages from your brother to you and I don’t think he’ll want to talk to a stranger at the moment.” Chris inhaled and exhaled slowly. “Emily this is dangerous.” “And my brother is at risk,” she reminded him annoyed. “Call me if he calls . . .” “With what?” she asked, sounding more annoyed. “I’ll be on the phone.” Chris scowled. “Landline or cell, whichever he doesn’t call on. Otherwise let us handle this, Emily.” Emily sighed. “Don’t let my brother die.” It wasn’t something he could promise. “I’ll do my best.” “Well, you’re best better be good enough.” “Or what?” Chris asked. “You’ll do what? Expose me.” “No,” she replied without hesitation. “I told you I wouldn’t. No threat, just don’t let my brother die.” Chris smiled a little. “From the sound of it, your brother is in the best shape of everyone in that building, but I will do my best to get him, and anyone else, safely out. Now, I have a message to listen to, so if you’ll let me get on that.” “Bye,” she said on cue. Chris hung up the phone and pressed the playback button on his cell. Putting it up to his ear he listened to his brother’s voice. “Chris, problem,” the recording announced. “I need you to find out everything you can about the Aphrodite Crystal. I think it’s cursed.” There was a slight pause before Wyatt continued, “There was a green glow around Nathan and Andrew.” Chris heard a bang on the other end followed by, “What do you want, Nathan?” and “Give me the phone,” in a vaguely familiar voice. “I think Nathan’s loosing it,” Wyatt’s voice announced before the call abruptly ended. “Aphrodite Crystal,” Chris mumbled as he closed the phone and picked up the other one, again. “Seth.” He waited as the phone dialed. “I told you movie night was out tonight,” Seth Silberman greeted him with. “Wyatt’s in trouble,” Chris informed him. “Do you want to help me?” Seth sighed. “I’m spending the day with Peter. Wyatt can get himself out of trouble.” “Seth, this isn’t just some easy fix,” Chris informed him. “Something’s got Wyatt trapped at his work and he can’t even call me anymore, because one of his co-worker’s broke his phone.” “Why doesn’t he just orb out?” Seth asked, sounding resigned. “According to the message he had Emily’s brother pass on to her, he can’t orb.” “He’s passing messages through Emily?” Seth asked in disbelief, followed by even more disbelief as he asked, “He’s passing messages through her brother? What does he think the whole family should be trusted, just because you trust her?” Seth shook his head. “Sounds like a stretch.” “We can discuss that when my brother isn’t trapped in a building with people he thinks are cursed,” Chris informed him, cross. “Cursed?” Seth asked, curiosity in his voice. “That’s what he said,” Chris agreed. “Does the Aphrodite Crystal mean anything to you?” “Not a thing,” Seth admitted. “I mean I know who Aphrodite was, the mythological . . .” “Nothing mythological about the gods and goddesses,” Chris interrupted him. “She was real.” Seth sighed. “Fine. The goddess of love, or maybe it’s lust. I’m not really sure on that.” Chris scowled. “At any rate, what has she to do with this?” “I don’t know,” Chris admitted. “Any chance you can do some research on it? That’s about the only clue Wyatt got to me. If you come over, I get playback his message for you. It’s really short though.” “I’m staying here, for now,” Seth informed him. “Peter can help me research this. He’ll think it’s fun. And as long as all we’re doing is research, I’m not concerned.” “This is for Wyatt,” Chris insisted. “Couldn’t you show a little more interest?” “Chris, Wyatt is my best friend,” Seth reminded him, “but Peter is my brother. I promised him I’d spend the day with him and if I can I will keep it. If you need me physical presence, I will come, but if I’m only doing research, I will do it from home.” Chris sighed. “All right. See what you can find about the Aphrodite Crystal and if there is any connection between it and a green glow or people losing it. That’s about all I knew anyway.” “And what will you do?” Seth asked. “I’m going to the manor to take a look at the book,” Chris informed him. “Hopefully there is something useful in there.” “I’ll call your cell if I find anything,” his friend told him. “So make sure you have it on you.” “Got it,” Chris agreed as he stuck the cell into his pocket. “Bye.” |
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Post by Chrisaholic on Feb 11, 2017 10:07:11 GMT -5
So, message got passed on and Emily remembers. Good. Now the communication is getting complicated but let's hope that someone like Chris can solve it. After all, he has some help too.  |
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Post by StoryGirl83 on Feb 11, 2017 11:57:19 GMT -5
So, message got passed on and Emily remembers. Good. Now the communication is getting complicated but let's hope that someone like Chris can solve it. After all, he has some help too. Help will definitely be needed, especially after what happens here.
Chapter Nine – From Annoying to Desperate “Help!” Nathan’s scream greeted Wyatt long before he reached the storage room. Not knowing what to expect Wyatt ran as fast as he could. He shoved open the door gaped at what he saw. Nathan was getting ready to scream again as he pointed frantically at the center of the room. Andrew hung from a rope tied from the arm of a tall statue. His eyes were bugged out and a gagging sound could be heard coming from his throat. Certain he didn’t have time for anything else, Wyatt blinked and kept running. The rope orbed onto the ground behind him and Andrew fell to the ground, banging his head hard against the floor. Wyatt dropped to his knees and held his hands over Andrew. “Don’t die, Andrew,” Wyatt ordered him before he focused his attention fully on his attempt to heal his friends wounds before it was too late. “What just happened?” Nathan asked, looking at him oddly. “Not now, Nathan,” Wyatt demanded. “Andrew’s hurt.” “But he’s down,” Nathan commented. Wyatt sighed in relief as his hands glowed golden. Nathan stared down at him. “What on earth . . ?” “Ignore it,” Wyatt ordered. It wasn’t that he expected to be listened to, but that he really wished Nathan would just ignore him. It suddenly hit him that trying to explain magic to his nonmagical friends would be extremely difficult. To explain it to Nathan would be nearly impossible. “Get away from him!” Nathan exclaimed suddenly jumping at Wyatt. Wyatt rolled away from Andrew and Nathan startled. “What’s wrong with you, Nathan?!” “The green glow was bad,” Nathan announced advancing on Wyatt. “And now your covering Andrew with a gold glow. That’s probably bad too.” “Nathan think,” Wyatt implored him. “Andrew’s my friend. Why would I hurt him?” Nathan wrapped his arms around himself and shivered. “You don’t have any idea how it feels like. That glow was evil.” “We’ll fix it,” Wyatt promised. “We’ll find a way to fix it.” “I understand why he did it,” Nathan mumbled. “Did what?” Wyatt looked down at Andrew and back up at Nathan. “Do you mean Andrew?” “Who else?” Nathan gulped. “When I saw him stringing up that rope, I didn’t understand at first. Why would anyone just do that? But it’s the glow. It’s evil and I’d do almost anything to escape it. Maybe even that.” “Well, don’t,” Wyatt insisted. “We’ll find a way to fix it, a better way that doesn’t leave you dead.” “What if I want to be dead?” Nathan asked getting right up in Wyatt’s face. “Then think of Lacey,” Wyatt instructed him, “and your baby that’s going to need a father.” Nathan drew in several quick breaths. “Lacey. Glory.” “Glory?” Wyatt looked at him curiously. “The baby,” Nathan explained. “We’re having a girl and we’re naming her Glory Dawn Hensley.” Glory? Wyatt dared not question the name again, not allowed, but it baffled him. “Not Gloria?” Apparently he dared. Nathan smiled. “No, not Gloria. Glory fits better.” A low moan drew their attention back to Andrew. Andrew pushed himself up and rubbed the back of his head. “What happened?” “Are you okay?” Nathan asked. Andrew shook his head. “I’ve got a massive headache. What happened?” “You . . .” Nathan couldn’t continue. He just sighed. Andrew’s hand moved from the back of his head to the front of his throat. “The rope’s gone,” he commented, as if having a rope around one’s neck was normal. He looked around and his eyes stopped on Wyatt. He climbed and advanced on him. “You weren’t here. You did something to the rope, didn’t you?” Wyatt nodded as he backed away. “I got it off of you before you killed yourself.” “I wanted to kill myself!” Andrew exclaimed. “I wanted to get away from this feeling!” he yelled as he grabbed Wyatt by the shoulders and shook him. “Why didn’t you let me?” Wyatt stared at Andrew’s hands shaking his shoulders as if through someone else’s eyes. He say a green glow shoot down Andrew’s arms right into him. And he felt the chill of terror shoot through him as the green glow continued down his body. Backed up against the wall as he was there was no place to go. He could shake Andrew off, but what was the point? Andrew had infected him. |
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Post by Chrisaholic on Feb 12, 2017 9:35:50 GMT -5
Not good. If suicide is the answer to this virus, all three men need more than help. We will hope that someone found an antidote and answer to this huge problem.
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Post by StoryGirl83 on Feb 12, 2017 10:20:48 GMT -5
Not good. If suicide is the answer to this virus, all three men need more than help. We will hope that someone found an antidote and answer to this huge problem. Exactly. This situation is pretty bad. You haven't gotten to see much of Seth's little brother, but since Seth is intent on spending the day with him, you're going to see plenty of him in this one and he's good at searching the internet. Come see what he found.
Chapter Ten – Peter’s Research “Why are we researching the goddess of love?” Peter Silberman asked Seth as he skimmed down an internet page. “It hardly seems like a fun brotherly activity.” Seth looked over at his little brother. “Maybe we can try and make is seem like it is.” Peter looked at him bemused. “I am researching the goddess of love. How is that in anyway manly?” Seth shrugged. “First off you’re supposed to be researching the Aphrodite Crystal, not the goddess herself.” Peter frowned and opened a new page on the internet browser. He typed in “Aphrodite Crystal” and pressed enter. A long list scrolled down the page. “Do you have more than that?” Seth considered the info Chris had given him. “Green glow?” Peter’s frown grew. He typed it in and pressed enter before he turned around to look at his brother. “What are we researching this for?” Seth sighed and put down the book he was looking through. He walked over and stood next to his little brother’s chair. “Remember what I explained about why I was going to be gone so long?” Peter nodded. “I remember. You said your mother was a demon and that because of that you could blend in, so you were spying on the bad demons. You also said you weren’t going to do that, again, be gone for so long.” “And I won’t,” Seth promised. “but sometime there’s going to be things I need to do.” Peter sighed and looked back at the screen. “Wyatt’s in trouble, huh?” Seth nodded, trying to hide a chuckle. “You understand that because I have the ability to do something about this, I feel the need to do so.” “Uh huh,” Peter nodded, unconvinced. “Why can’t Wyatt do this research himself?” “Chris said . . .” “Wait,” Peter interrupted. “Chris said? Why would Chris call you? Why not Wyatt?” “Because Wyatt’s in trouble,” Seth informed him, “and can’t even contact Chris directly.” Peter considered this and glanced back at the screen. “And this Aphrodite stone has something to do with it?” “Crystal,” his brother corrected. “It’s Aphrodite Crystal. Have you found anything?” “Well, sure,” Peter grinned. “Green glow doesn’t exactly come into most people’s mind when they consider the phrase ‘Aphrodite Crystal’. I only have a handful of results. Want to take a look?” Seth looked over his brother at the page Peter had chosen. “I had heard of a stone, beautiful and blessed by the Goddess Aphrodite herself. I did much to acquire it and now I fear I am going mad. I feel as if terror is following me and will never leave me alone. For seven days I tried every imaginable way and some unimaginable to end my life, to escape this feeling of evil that follows me. “Most of these attempts ended before they even begun for friends wiser than I stopped me on my first attempt and tied me up. With peril to their own lives I might add, for they too are going mad with it. Two of my friends tied themselves up before the terror caught up with them and then another friend fed us, ever careful not to touch any of us. You see when my friends realized my obsession with this stone, the Aphrodite Crystal, they looked into it, themselves. “It was indeed blessed by the Goddess Aphrodite, but soon after it found its way into the hands of evil. Where Aphrodite had blessed it to help the barrier find love, the curse twisted that so that even their own selves they hated. And at the same time they lashed out at every one near fearing that the world was out to get them. “I had not realized what a horrible thing I was doing until I saw that green glow climb through the body of my best friend as he tried to keep me from killing myself. I have knowingly and willfully committed myself to a life I wish I had never done. Though seven days have come and gone and it has now lessened the inner hatred, the outer fear, the depression, melancholy and all else that comes with this curse, I will never fully be rid of it. I thankfully cannot contaminate anyone else with it, for that part of it fully leaves after seven days, but I have condemned my best friend to this same life and that is far worse than anything else. “It is a lonely life I now must chose, for I cannot imagine allowing others into it. And yet, there they are, my dear, dear friend, come to my apartment to take me bowling. That almost makes me laugh, almost, for we all know I cannot bowl.” Seth felt sad as he read the words in the article. This clearly was about the crystal Wyatt had tried to call Chris about. And he knew that if that was what it took to save his best friend, he would do exactly what this man’s best friend had done. Peter clicked back the page and opened another one. It was much the same, a testimonial of sorts. They read it in silence, but found nothing new. It was the third article that stunned them. When they finished reading it in silence, Seth looked at his little brother. “Peter, would you mind printing this out along with that first article?” Peter shrugged. “Sure, but why?” “Chris is going to want to look at these.” Peter frowned. “We could just email them to him.” Seth shook his head. “Not to Chris. He prefers paper to machines.” “You mean he doesn’t use computers?” Peter looked at his brother astounded, as if the idea of no computers was completely foreign to him. Seth laughed. “No, he uses computers,” he assured his little brother. “He has the latest in laptop technology. And his phone that he always forgets is such new technology that it wasn’t even out on the market yet when he got it. I think it was a bribe from his ex-girlfriend to keep quiet about something, but she never said as much and the person she wanted him not to talk to already knew about it.” Peter laughed at that. “Well, then maybe he ought to learn to like technology. It’s very useful.” “Yeah, maybe,” Seth agreed, “but for now, he doesn’t, so would you mind printing those out and then see if any of the other articles might be useful.” Hearing the printer start working, he smiled. Peter went back to the search engine and clicked on a new link. He blinked in surprise. “I’d say this is relevant. Look who wrote it.” Seth read the first lines and sighed. “Well, that ought to be interesting. Yeah, print it. We’ll read it later.” Peter hit print and went back to the previous page as soon as it started. He clicked two more and found nothing helpful. He clicked the last link and found a blog. He was about to click back when he noticed the name at the top of the blog. “Nicholas Martinez.” “What?” Seth looked over his shoulder. “What’s this?” Peter opened the page search and found the two mentions of the Aphrodite Crystal on it. He read the short paragraph and turned to look at his brother. “I think you have to talk to this guy.” At the bottom of the page the last entry dated April 22, 2027 read, “Someone stole the Aphrodite Crystal. I checked my camera last night and it was gone. For those of you who don’t know what the Aphrodite Crystal and its green glow are . . . good. It is extremely evil, or as evil as an inanimate object can get. It ruined the lives of my three closest friends and all I could do was watch.” |
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Post by Chrisaholic on Feb 13, 2017 9:41:05 GMT -5
Some sibling bonding with researching close by. lol Let's hope they can give the information to Chris and ask this latest buddy with the crystal. We shall pray! |
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