Phoebe had slipped out of the house undetected and made her way to Jack's place. After thinking about it, she remembered who else had talked about hazing and pranks and decided that Jack had to be the one that was responsible for Anders' bizarre behavior about his attack the last few days.
She was an angry witch when she knocked on Jack's door.
Phoebe was an angry witch and Jack was in a bitchy mood.
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Yeah, this was going to go well.
Looking up at the CCTV, Jack frowned and threw down the paper he was reading to head out to the door. He did manage to put a smile on his face as he answered it, though it might have looked a bit strained.
It also triggered her temper and she threw the vanquishing potion Piper always had her carry.
"I was doing fine until you messed with him, Mr Hot Ass Demon! I promised him that I would beat the hell out of or kill the next evil being that mesed with him!"
"At least we agree I'm hot," Jack was saying as he stood up.
Which was when he got hit by flying liquid .... which exploded upon contact. The thought that this was a new way of dying flashed through Jack's mind in the split second before his whole body blew back into the wall between the foyar and the living room, plaster exploding inwards across the leather furniture which tipped over.
Jack's body seemed to break at the arms and legs like a puppet with it's strings cut and he sprawled, a dead weight across the plaster covered leather, blood pouring from the multiple wounds and blast marks on his torso.
This time, he didn't have to think about playing dead.
Phoebe let out a choked sob as she stood there, looking over at him.
"Have... have to tell Marie and my big brother," She said, fighting back the tears. She had liked looking at Jack, damn it. Why did he have to be evil?!
She leaned against the wall, trying to catch her breath.
Her hands were shaking, but she put the athame away.
"If you were going to hurt me, you would have when you came back to life," she murmured. "Coffee sounds good. Especially if you have something strong to add to it."
Hells but she was tired... and emotionally exhausted.
"Understandable," Jack said. Perhaps a bit noncommittal but just because he offered coffee, did not mean he was about to start gabbing about his own life.
Pouring a splash of whiskey into Phoebe's cup, Jack poured two mugs of fairly fresh coffee and carried her's over to her before going to sit down at the kitchen table.
"Phoebe ... you know, I think I know your brother. Aziraphale, right?"
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She was an angry witch when she knocked on Jack's door.
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Yeah, this was going to go well.
Looking up at the CCTV, Jack frowned and threw down the paper he was reading to head out to the door. He did manage to put a smile on his face as he answered it, though it might have looked a bit strained.
"Good evening, may I help you?"
[ooc: I don't think he's met Phoebe yet has he?]
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[OOC: I'm not sure? I thought they had one of the times he was at 42, but I may be wrong. :) ]
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A smile that wavered inwardly when she brought up Anders's name.
Fuck!
"Ah, yes I've met, Sam Anders. If you're looking for him I'm afraid he's not here."
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It also triggered her temper and she threw the vanquishing potion Piper always had her carry.
"I was doing fine until you messed with him, Mr Hot Ass Demon! I promised him that I would beat the hell out of or kill the next evil being that mesed with him!"
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Which was when he got hit by flying liquid .... which exploded upon contact. The thought that this was a new way of dying flashed through Jack's mind in the split second before his whole body blew back into the wall between the foyar and the living room, plaster exploding inwards across the leather furniture which tipped over.
Jack's body seemed to break at the arms and legs like a puppet with it's strings cut and he sprawled, a dead weight across the plaster covered leather, blood pouring from the multiple wounds and blast marks on his torso.
This time, he didn't have to think about playing dead.
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"Have... have to tell Marie and my big brother," She said, fighting back the tears. She had liked looking at Jack, damn it. Why did he have to be evil?!
She leaned against the wall, trying to catch her breath.
"Why... why didn't the body disapear?"
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It was, however, taking him a bit of time to come back to life. Vanquish spells were nothing to mess around with, after all.
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"If you were going to hurt me, you would have when you came back to life," she murmured. "Coffee sounds good. Especially if you have something strong to add to it."
Hells but she was tired... and emotionally exhausted.
"I don't suck at protecting him."
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"I was ticked when I said that, I apologize." He said waving for her to follow him towards the kitchen.
That would be the room without the big gapping hole in the wall.
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"I take keeping my loved ones safe and alive very seriously. Too many people have been lost."
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Pouring a splash of whiskey into Phoebe's cup, Jack poured two mugs of fairly fresh coffee and carried her's over to her before going to sit down at the kitchen table.
"Phoebe ... you know, I think I know your brother. Aziraphale, right?"
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Never let it be said that he wouldn't distract with friendliness.
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