A 'Charming' Encounter

[~Rebellious_Desire~]

Hello all ^-^ This is a roleplay based on the tv-show charmed, between myself and Kolt. Do read, but please no posts. Thank you

 

[Kolt]

(In this RP, the characters are all 'furry' and usually canine or some form of beast. Cole is a typical black bipedal wolf - but since Cole is also a demon, he'll have the odd small demonic symbol branded around his body free to your imagination.)

Cole was scrying through a pool of dark oil at a house perched on a hillside somewhere in San Francisco. All around him lay scorched earth and fire pits below, screams of torment and strange cries of jubilant demons. Sometimes a fireball would whiz by in the distant along with echoes of whips. All in a day's work down here. In the pool of oil rippling slowly - too slowly for any natural rhythm - in an old bowl made of Greek terracotta from the Roman era, strange symbols glowed in red around the edge. In Cole's little cave-like office of the underworld, he was trying to formulate a plan to undermine the Power of Three. Sisters who had been touched by Destiny, and yet still survived due to some higher power. This angered him a lot more than all the times that those pathetic whores had triumphed over his attempts. They were constantly guarded by Chris, their whitelighter. "Curse that boy! If only I could be rid of him, then they'd be vulnerable to any demon's attack!"

Then he remembered the witches' traps... those peculiar stones set in a triangle around their Book Of Shadows. If he could use those to trap the whitelighter, get him out of the way... but he wouldn't be able to touch those stones, their power contained the power of three, lethal to his presence inside that attic or anywhere near them. He'd have to devise a power of three of his own...

He regrouped his concentration and watched the building again. From the conversation he could hear of the three girls arguing just outside their porch - they argued all the time, anywhere! How they could find the time to fight demons was just too convenient. It wasn't fair! But this argument proved useful. They were going to the club and needed a taxi. Chris was going with them, deciding not to use his ability to 'give them a lift,' something to do with a new whitelighter policy which seemed to cause even more arguments among the three spoilt brats!

But now, Cole had a plan. Well, sort of. He was tired of planning, they kept breaking apart. This time he was going to wing it, but at least he had a chance to start battle anew. They needed a taxi. Cole shimmered out of sight, reappearing on the back seat of a San Francisco taxi. He tapped the driver on the shoulder who then looked at Cole in fright, unaware he had a customer while he had been driving without one a second ago! Cole used his claws to scratch at the driver's face, who then proceeded to burn into ashes without scorching the seat. In the underworld, a new voice joined the rest of those poor unfortunate souls, a minor fuelling of Cole's powers. Meanwhile, as the taxi swerved, Cole grabbed the steering wheel and phased through the back of the driving seat and into it. Realising he would need a disguise, he shimmered the cap, sunglasses and coat from the underworld, donned by the original driver. Turning a corner, the taxi came to stop by the hillside house and waited for the Three, plus whitelighter, to enter the taxi.

 

[~Rebellious_Desire~]

(In this RP, the characters are all 'furry' and usually canine or some form of beast. Cole is a typical black bipedal wolf - but since Cole is also a demon, he'll have the odd small demonic symbol branded around his body free to your imagination.)

Cole was scrying through a pool of dark oil at a house perched on a hillside somewhere in San Francisco. All around him lay scorched earth and fire pits below, screams of torment and strange cries of jubilant demons. Sometimes a fireball would whiz by in the distant along with echoes of whips. All in a day's work down here. In the pool of oil rippling slowly - too slowly for any natural rhythm - in an old bowl made of Greek terracotta from the Roman era, strange symbols glowed in red around the edge. In Cole's little cave-like office of the underworld, he was trying to formulate a plan to undermine the Power of Three. Sisters who had been touched by Destiny, and yet still survived due to some higher power. This angered him a lot more than all the times that those pathetic whores had triumphed over his attempts. They were constantly guarded by Chris, their whitelighter. "Curse that boy! If only I could be rid of him, then they'd be vulnerable to any demon's attack!"

Then he remembered the witches' traps... those peculiar stones set in a triangle around their Book Of Shadows. If he could use those to trap the whitelighter, get him out of the way... but he wouldn't be able to touch those stones, their power contained the power of three, lethal to his presence inside that attic or anywhere near them. He'd have to devise a power of three of his own...

He regrouped his concentration and watched the building again. From the conversation he could hear of the three girls arguing just outside their porch - they argued all the time, anywhere! How they could find the time to fight demons was just too convenient. It wasn't fair! But this argument proved useful. They were going to the club and needed a taxi. Chris was going with them, deciding not to use his ability to 'give them a lift,' something to do with a new whitelighter policy which seemed to cause even more arguments among the three spoilt brats!

But now, Cole had a plan. Well, sort of. He was tired of planning, they kept breaking apart. This time he was going to wing it, but at least he had a chance to start battle anew. They needed a taxi. Cole shimmered out of sight, reappearing on the back seat of a San Francisco taxi. He tapped the driver on the shoulder who then looked at Cole in fright, unaware he had a customer while he had been driving without one a second ago! Cole used his claws to scratch at the driver's face, who then proceeded to burn into ashes without scorching the seat. In the underworld, a new voice joined the rest of those poor unfortunate souls, a minor fuelling of Cole's powers. Meanwhile, as the taxi swerved, Cole grabbed the steering wheel and phased through the back of the driving seat and into it. Realising he would need a disguise, he shimmered the cap, sunglasses and coat from the underworld, donned by the original driver. Turning a corner, the taxi came to stop by the hillside house and waited for the Three, plus whitelighter, to enter the taxi.

Chris couldn't believe what the witches had gotten him to do this time. His own future mother, making him accompany them to a club that they were 'just dying to go to'. He refused to use his abilities for their own fantasies of luxurious travel. Their was a major enemy soon to come, for Christ sakes! Why couldn't the three just listen to him, and understand that Piper's future son was guarding them for a reason?

They just...weren't ready. In body or in spirit. Right now, Chris was the only thing keeping them focused. On remembering what they need to do to win this upcoming battle. The girl's couldn't really understand all of this, but Chris never expected them to. They haven't seen the hellish future that he's grown to know... The girl's were now making such a fuss about the cab service of the city, that

Chris was extremely relieved when a cab pulled up beside them. "Ladies first." Chris attempted a genuine smile while holding open the door for the ladies, before climbing in the front seat himself. He told the driver the address that they were headed, not even sensing the immense power that dwelled within him.

((Sorry its kinda short))

 

[Kolt]

Cole pressed the accelerator and the rear doors locked with a clunk as the child locks operated in the rear automatically. Cole had no idea where the club was... his sole goal was to murder the three girls for a very long time, that actually studying the mortal affairs and geography didn't seem to matter. But what did matter to him was getting the girls away from the whitelighter. He had hoped to use the cab as a cage to transport the whitelighter to the depths, but it occurred to him that the party would leave the taxi regardless of where the taxi drove to and if he grabbed the whitelighter's arm to prevent him leaving, they would grow suspicious. But they mentioned a club... he vaguely remembered a certain demon who operated a club, simply to gain the souls of the lesser mortals. A boring business to Cole, but he could see the attraction simply for the convenience if not for the perverse nature of the operation. Nevertheless, he zoned into his demon senses and like a GPS tag, he could see a red dot of a demon-shaped ghost down in the city centre of San Francisco. He didn't care if it wasn't the club the witches wanted to go to, but a club was a club.

Eventually, the taxi pulled up outside an old cinema building converted into a nightclub. The front of the building had signs in stereotypical gothic lettering that said, The Devil's Basement - Cole sneered at this because it was like the demon who owned the nightclub was shouting to all, "Here I am, come get me," but it was admittedly so that hiding in plain sight often worked. The Devil's Basement was also a club of great attraction, depicting leather and lace, naughty and nice, masks and cuffs, tastes of that nature. Cole looked away from Chris and muttered a fee of $20 as the rear doors unlocked. He wondered if the girls and Chris would give in to the dark side of temptation. Besides, irony would suggest that this particular temptation would be 'innocent' fun compared to the true dark side and temptations already experienced by the Power of Three.