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Jon was occasionally using his aerokinesis to contain the overflowing bubbles coming from his rather unstable, and putrid smelling potion. "...just one more ingredient and I'll be done." He tossed a handful of ogre scabs (doubt it's any kind of magical ingredient, but it sounded cool, so...). The potion seemed to consume the overflowing bubbles, and began to turn an odorless dark onyx color. "Well, all we have to do now is bott--" before he could finish his sentence, the potion exploded, sending both Jon and Maddie flying backwards. Jon had been blown clear through the stone-covered outer wall, and lay motionless on the front lawn amongst the rubble of the building.

The potion had not dissipated with the explosion, but had grown larger, and began to swirl like a giant tornado where the kitchen used to be. Within seconds of the swirling vortex's creation, small gashes seemed to appear in the area around it. Without knowing it, Jon had created a potion strong enough, and unstable enough to rip apart the borders of external dimensions. The gashes soon turned into holes, and the holes quickly turned into bigger holes, large enough to fit any elephant through.

Jon, only barely conscious, focused on the spinning tornado and tried as hard as he could to counteract the motions of the vortex by creating an opposite spinning tornado around it. He also hoped that the air from his tornado could dilute the potion enough to stop its effects. Luckily he was right, and the potion soon vanished into nothingness.

Jon lay silent on the ground, too tired and full of pain to call out to Maddie, or to even see if she was ok. He was alive, he knew that, but was unable to function in any way.

Meanwhile the opening the potion had created still stood, and one by one large, beastly creatures emerged. They were covered in a thick, coarse, dark brown fir all over their grotesque, brute-like body. Each of their four legs were about the size of a normal person, and their feet were as wide as sewer caps. It was the eyes that was most distinguishable though. Each with a blood red lining that only highlighted the fearsome stare from lifeless, coal pupils. One beast opened his mouth to reveal hundreds of sharp, rotten teeth, some as big as a human's arm, and a thin, snake-like tongue, which he used to lick some gunk from his back.

One beast seemed to have a rider; a pale, muscular figure with a severely disfigured face, though it did have some similarities to that of a human's. A vampire, unchanged by the waves of time, or the seeds of evolution. Why a vampire emerged from an alternate reality was a mystery, but following him was hundreds of other just like him, although less muscular and frightening. Some carried limp, dead bodies; a snack in case this new dimension did not satisfy their picky tastes.

Still more unmentionable horrors emerged, all fighting to get through the now small (in comparison) hole that was their gateway to this world. Many winced as they took in the horribly clean smelling air. They were disgusted by the lack of odors they were used to: rotting flesh, soot, burning corpses. Still, they all proceeded to file out of the hole, and into this new world that they would conquer. These different beast were in no way on the same side, but had evidentially put their quarrels aside (for the most part, as some began breaking out in fights) to invade new, larger territory.

The now foolish notion of protecting the magical secret had been tossed aside since there was no way of hiding the new flood of demons. One could only hope that they died first so as to not endure the inevitable wrath approaching.

"Where does thy allegiance lie? Speak ye half breed."

Thy? Ye? Where the ******** is this guy from, 18th century Britain? "uh...er..." Jon couldn't form any words.

Drake leaned in and touched the top of Jon's head. He closed his eyes and concentrated.

Jon felt as if he had been dreaming, and that he had just opened his eyes into the real world. He found himself back in his foster home. He had only lived there a short time, but it was the only place he ever felt at home. "What... where... how?" He was mumbling.

"I have brought ye here. Thy body was too weak to speaketh to me, so it twas necessary to bring thee into the world of thy mind."

". . .ok. Sure. Works for me. So what do ya wan--"

"What beist thy name? And where doth thy allegiance fall?

"Mm hm." Jon was adjusting to the way the odd man spoke. "Well, I'm Jonathan Levi, and my allegiance doth fall on the side of the good."

"But thy blood is of demonic source. How art thou able to coexist with the blood of both demon and human ancestors running through thy veins."

"Listen, I'm guessing you come from some alternate dimension or something, but around here half breeds like me are more common than you think. We can choose the path of good or evil for ourselves. Our blood doesnt decide that for us. In fact, I know a few demons that I would call a friend."

Drake had a look of wild confusion on his face. The idea of good demons bothered him to an extreme level.

"Ok, my turn to ask the questions. Who are you, and where do you come from. I dont think I have to ask where your allegiance lies since you killed that vampire, but I'd like to know more about where you came from."

After Drake explained the entire story of his homeworld and his life, he broke the connection with Jon in order to get him to safety. He had promised Jon that he would look out for Maddie as well.
He had told Jon about how there existed angels on his world as well, but since the monsters, which he called the Perussi, ate the orbs of these creatures, they were unable to coexist with the mortal world and remained in the High Realm.
The entire conversation with Jon had only lasted a fraction of a second in the real world, another benefit of his power. He turned to see a vampire coming at him and stabbed it through the heart with his strange brown sword. The vampire turned to dust.

((No worries, I'm back for now!))

Maddie laid unconscious. She found herself magically consumed in her thoughts and feelings. She was trapped within. The blast had caused some kind of magical bond with her for some unknown reason. She walked around the blackness of her mind, hearing each of her footsteps echoing and the dripping sound of water. "Jon! Anyone!?" She shouted, trying to figure out where that blast of the potion had taken her. She didn't know where she was and she hadn't seen any of the monsters come out of te portal. She felt so lost. She was bleeding from her stomach, as she walked around. Slowly she worked her way to a wall. She rested her hands on it and tried to manipulate it. Nothing happened, besides the flickering of a light to reveal the room she was standing in. It looked like a deserted school building. She was really confused now.

In all her years as a whitelighter, she'd never seen a building such as this. The blast must've teleported Jon somewhere else. Brook thought, walking and finding the nurse's office. She found alcohol and gauze and wrapped herself up around the abdomen. She knew she was vulnerable with her powers not working, but she had to find a way out. She tried to orb, but again no luck. "What the hell did that blast do to my powers?" She wonder outloud, as she tried to open a window but found she was trapped in side. She couldn't get out of her own thoughts. She was beginning to panic now, she was stuck where she was, unable to find a way out. Why would someone keep her, of what value was she exactly?

((I'm gonna post some pics of where I got the inspiration for the animals that are coming out of the portal in the BOS, just so you have an idea of what I'm talking about.))

Jon was laying on his side, unable to stand. "This is Drake...." He almost started to explain what was going on, but before he could he was shushed by Drake.

Drake had placed his over Maddie again as a strange smooth wave flowed over Maddie's head. " 'Er we go. Memory transmission. Another gift my powers doth yield." He looked down at Maddie. "You should hold a brief memory of that which hath transpired today. Do not fear Lady Maddie, I have not altered thine mind in any way. I simply allowed you to see'eth that which I hath seen."

Jon looked at Maddie with a smile. She looked just as confused as he was when he first heard Drake talk. "Evidently the english language where he's from hasn't come as far as ours, although from what I understand it has come farther in the amount of time given." His brain was starting to hurt. "Never mind..."

He looked back over to Drake. "So what's the plan now?"

"The armies shall sleep, and upon awakening in the morn shall begin their siege upon your land. We must rest for now, and tomorrow we shall die an honorable death in attempts to diminish the threat of pure genocide of thine race."

"Or we could not die..." Jon decided to take the reigns from Drake for a bit. The idea of dieing... bad idea.... really bad idea. "Maddie, call whoever you know to heal us. I'll see if PAIGE!! will answer my calls. She used to be the whitelighter for Dan, and I think my brother, but I cant remember. But if PAIGE!!!!! doesnt come we'll need extra help." He paused, looking over at Maddie with regretful eyes. "We'll also need the help of Mark," he disgustingly shivered at the name, "Brook," he scowled at that one, ((I still dont remember why he hates her)) "and Austin. I have a plan..." he looked back over to Drake, "...that DOESNT involve dieing."

"..... P A I G E ! ! ! ! !"

Paige orbed in. "What, is the matter with you. You're not my charge." ((Notice how I added a pause with that comma? lol just trying to reproduce how Paige would say it.))

"If I wasnt your charge you wouldnt of been able to hear me. Now. How about some healing?"

Ignoring Jon, "potion? What potion. What did you two do?... and who is he?" She pointed to Drake.

"Drake, you have any of my memories up there?"

"Up where, my lord?"

Jon sighed. "When you entered my mind, did you retain any of my memories?"

"Only those in which thy allowest me see."

Paige raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"Would you mind letting Paige here in on what went down?"

"What was that which went down?"

"......just do the memory transfery thing so Paige can know whats been going dow... on. Whats been going on."

"Yes, my lord." He walked over and placed his hand on Paige's head. She recoiled at first, but eventually let him proceed. He send the memories into Paige's mind.

"...you IDIOTS!! You never mix those two ingrediants together......ever! .....EVER! I need to go talk to my sisters..."

"Good. And make sure you bring your crystol cage when you three come back." He smiled.

"Who said I'm coming back?"

"No one, but you will."

"Presumptuous."

"Nope."

"...Well, I cant bring both of my sisters."

"Yes you can."

"Oh, no I cant."

"Why not?

"Phoebe's pregnant."

"Oh really?

"Yeah."

"Man, wow. I'll have to congratulate her when she gets here.

"I am not bringing her here."

"Sure you are."

"No, I'm not. She's p-r-e-g-n-a-n-t. It's too dangerous."

"No it's not, not if you bring Wyatt too."

"I'm not going to... Well, wait a sec... that could work... I guess."

Jon grinned

"I'll be back." She orbed out.

"Ok, spell writing time...."

((lol men, pshh. Who needs 'um.))

((And I got bored and wrote a spell...really REALLY bored.))
It draws on Wyatt's forcefield ability:


I'll write more in the RP tomorrow. I'm too tired to think right now.

College is... stresfull. I cant even think anymore.