Thread: A 'Charming' Encounter

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.