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[When the video switches on it's obvious that the NV has fallen and turned on accidentally. The young man in frame, an attractive brown haired boy, is on the ground of his new apartment at the Towers, groaning in pain. It looks as if he's fallen and NV has slipped from his pocket.

After a moment, he stands and straightens his clothes.] Okay... Let's try that again. [He says to himself, working up resolve.

Suddenly, his disappears in a shower of blue circular orbs. A soft, musical chime sounds as he his body disappears into to the mass of bright white and blue. It shoots upwards, trying to get away. There's a moment where the NV's screen just shows the blue moving through the ceiling and away, as the light tries desperately to get as far as it can. There's nothing but the ceiling for a moment but then the light reaches the edge of the Pull and is forced back to the sight of the recording like a rubber band snapping. The young man materializes on the ground again, groaning in pain.]

Ouch. [He complains, but he forces himself to stand, no matter how dizzy he feels. He looks up at the ceiling and the space in the room, a frown on his face.] Dad? [He calls, as if he thinks his father is going to magically appear or to communicate with him across great distances. It's strange that this is actually exactly what he expects. Later, he'll marvel at how easy it was to settle into the idea of a father he could assume would come when needed.]

Dad? Can you hear me? I'm okay. I'm not... [He trails off, and looks down, just now noticing that the video is recording.

He picks up the NV. It takes him a couple seconds to realize it's posting this live on the network. Instead of hastily turning it off his eyes narrow a bit.]

So... What do you guys think of my special effects? Pretty impressive, if I do say so myself. [Probably not the best magical cover up ever used. But it will do. He's too stressed to worry about exposure right now.]

((ooc; this clip shows an example of the orbing power that Chris is broadcasting all over the network))

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[There is. exactly one thing. That Prue sees here.]

You're a Whitelighter.

Wait- Dad? Whitelighters don't have families.

Which makes you a warlock.

Hi.

[Chris narrows his eyes a bit, because that's a face that he sees in family albums and home movies.]

Who are you?

I'll just be nice and introduce myself since obviously coming here scrambled your warlock memory.

Prue Halliwell. Do I get a name, or are we gonna skip right to the vanquishing?

[While she starts quietly putting on her shoes. To go find him. And kick his ass.]

I'm not a warlock!

I'm Chris. [After a moment, because he doesn't exactly trust that this really is Prue, but he also doesn't want to chance facing the wrath of one of the Charmed Ones again.] I'm half whitelight, and half witch.

And I can prove it.

[Well that gets her attention. Her eyes snap wide open before she goes semi-unconscious, head hanging, and an astral form appears in real life right up in Chris' face.]

You have one chance. Tell me who you really are.

[She was threatening before, but this is different. This is some little jerkoff posing as the very thing her baby sister has dreamed about- it's not even remotely funny.]

[Chris jumps back a bit, surprised by her appearing. Though there is a part of him that can't help think that it's kind of cool. His arms hold up for a moment.

The truth is, he's exhausted of lying. He just spent months pretending to be something he wasn't and it had ended with him being gutted by a family friend.

Then she's up in his face, so much more threatening than even his mother made her sound. He thinks that he should be more wary, should be expecting her to be an imposter, but all he wants is to get her to back off. There's also a part of him that wants to win this argument, and the truth is far more unbelievable than anything else.]

I'm Piper and Leo's son.

Wha- wait. You're what?

[That. That is one way to stop an argument. Prue's eyes go as wide as saucers and she stares him up and down, startled, and even takes a second to figure out what the fuck to say.]

Prove it.

How? By telling you all about the stories I grew up on? I can tell you all about Grams you like. We still summon her when we need her particular brand of sarcastic advise. I can tell you how you got your powers, or about the creaking floorboard in the attic where you keep the Book, or about the innocents you've saved and the monsters you've faced.

[He trails off a bit, looking at her with his best "give me a break" expression.] Plus, I'm orbing right? Since when have you met a warlock or demon who could do that?

[Her expression gets more and more freaked out until, by the time he's done, Prue is staring at him with slightly wild eyes and plainly trying to figure out whether to hit him or- hit him.]

How about a warlock who managed to kill a whitelighter? You know, steal their powers?

Only Darklighters can kill Whitelighers and they don't steal powers they just...

[Suck.]

Shoot arrows.

What year are you from anyway? Shouldn't you know all of this?

I'm from 2000, and I wouldn't put it past a-

[Then her astral form fades out mid-sentence ~~lol cockblocked~~. She wakes up back in her own apartment and falls back a few steps, stunned. A wave of her hand sends her abandoned NV into her hand so she can shut it off.

She kind of really needs a second.]

[She only gets a second though.

Now that he knows what he's searching for he's able to sense his way back to her body so there is is orbing in front of her.]

You still have to prove that you're my aunt. [He points out.]

[She narrows her eyes, steps back to root her stance more strongly, and raises a hand threateningly.]

I'm one of the Charmed Ones, my reputation precedes me.

I don't have to prove anything. You're the one claiming something unbelievable.

[Also, the Book of Shadows is sitting on the coffee table, and the scattered evidence of a "to call a lost witch" spell, and a piece of paper with a modified Dominus Trinus.]

[Chris looks around and notices the book.]

Is that--?

Okay, if that's the real thing, if I was evil I shouldn't be able to touch it. And you shouldn't be able to keep it if you were.

Do you mind? [He gestures towards it, waiting for permission to touch it. He needs to know if it's the real thing and he can only tell if he holds it.]

[The suggestion only gets her dander up more.]

Ha ha, nice try- I don't think so.

[She tilts her head at him appraisingly, eyes narrowed.]

I have a better idea.

[A steak knife flies through the air from the kitchen and into her hand a little terrifyingly.]

Warlocks don't bleed, and demons don't bleed red.

[Chris just rolls his eyes a bit at her display and holds out his hand for her to cut.]

[Truth be told, as she moves in to prick him, part of her is honestly hoping he doesn't bleed, or that something weird comes out. Warlocks she can handle, demons she can handle. It'd be nice just for some normalcy again.

The sheer craziness of what he just said- that she's not so sure of.

He bleeds red. Prue stares frozen at the little line of red for a few seconds, then her hand tightens around the knife and she looks up at him suspiciously- floored, utterly disbelieving.]

All that proves is that you're not a demon or warlock. It doesn't mean we're family.

[That word, that concept- family.]

[Chris closes up completely at that. He spent so much time with his family and was forced to not be a part of them. He had to endure his mother's suspicion, his father literally hitting and throwing him around, his aunts distrust. He regrets telling her, thinks he should have stuck with the Chris Perry story.]

And you haven't proven anything to me at all. It wouldn't be the first time something evil pretended to be a Charmed One.

[Even as she's just as closed-off as he is, just as suspicious and heartsick and tired, she knows that's fair. It's what she would do, in his place.

Whatever that place may be.

She drops the knife (actually lets it go flying back into the kitchen) and reaches a hand out, so the Book flies into her hands.]

There. If you're really a good witch, [not even acknowledging his claim] you know evil can't touch this Book. You know it doesn't leave the House unless we do.

Now. [She needs to know. It's stupid, it's ridiculous- but what if it's not? What if the feeling she's getting from him is just her paranoia, and the tired look in his eyes is the truth here?] Back to you.

That book might also be a fake. [He points out carefully as he presses into his wound to stop the bleeding.] Or it could have been turned evil. That's happened before too.

Does this look like a grimoire to you?

[Yeah, she's been doing some reading.]

I'm Prue Halliwell. If you're- who you say you are- shouldn't you know me?

[She raises a hand and pinches her fingers together, whereupon his cut promptly presses together. It's not comfortable, but it's enough pressure to stem the bleeding.]

Sorry -- You can't leave that way.

[ The coverup sucks. ]

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