::Thorne shimmers in with a medical kit and a methodical expression on her face. She walks into the bathroom and, pulling up her sleeve, washes her left wrist. Humming to herself, she pauses and glances upward with a frown on her face.::

(This could be worth exploring.)

::Going back to her business, Thorne starts to whistle as she prepares herself to intake Carys' blood. Once everything's sorted, Thorne goes into her living room and sits on the edge of the couch, tying some ribbon around her arm. Pulling it tight with her teeth, she stops whistling so she can concentrate.::

(That little whore will pay if this goes wrong.)

::She injects Carys' blood.::

[Pain. Oh, the pain. Thorne finds herself on the floor, hands and knees, thanks, as the blood mixes with her own and immediately starts multiplying inside her, killing off her blood cells and replacing them with Inokara cells. Her muscles strengthen, making her at least three times as strong as she is, as well as her reflexes improving and all other physical traits generally becoming better. But it hurts. It passes, though, and it worked.]

::Curled up on the floor, Thorne takes a shaky breath and raises her head.::

"That... bitch..."

::She chokes on nothing for a few moments before pushing herself up, wiping her forehead with the back of her arm.::

"Jesus..."

::Within seconds, Thorne is on her feet. She feels good now. Empowered. Strong. She sniffs the air.::

(Power. I need...)

::She sniffs again. She then leaves the penthouse, heading topside.::

::Thorne shimmers in and gracefully throws Azura onto the ground, looking mighty cheesed off.::

"Right. Let's do this again. You're going to give me your powers, and I may or may not kill you, I haven't decided yet. I have to say, it was clever making me bring you back here. I don't particularly want the mess in my own home. So you might be in luck. I might just steal your shoes."

:: Azura whimpers on the ground, before getting up onto her hands and knees and scrambling across the floor. She's looking for a way out but she can't seem to see an obvious way. If she can hear other people's thoughts, perhaps they can hear hers, but what she doesn't know is that she is in the underworld and she can't transmit out of that.::

(HELP! SOMEONE! HELP ME!)

:: Managing to get to her feet, she keeps a bit of distance between herself and Thorne.::

"No! I am not even sure what these... things that I have are, but they are obviously meant for whoever I am. So just... just stay away from me! And my shoes."

"Obvious, is it?"

(... kill her.)

"Look, we could've done this the easy way, but it looks like you're not playing my rules. So sadly, the only other way for me to get your powers is to kill you. Thankfully I can do it in a bloodless sort of way, so if you'll just come over here we can get it over with."

::Thorne casually makes her way over to Azura.::

:: Azura shakes her head from side to side, and jumps when she backs herself into a wall.::

(HELP!)

:: She doesn't understand why no one can hear her, maybe she isn't doing it right.::

"I am sure there are plenty of other people you could steal some powers from. Wait... that building I was in at first, quite a few of them had powers. You could go there and kill them and take their powers. They would not mind."

(I could do that shadow... thing.)

"You know, I could, but I came to you first. See, Azura, although I don't know much about you, I know you're strong. I can smell it."

::She pauses and sniffs the air.::

"Wow, I really can!"

::With a pleased smile, she continues to walk towards the psychic.::

"Maybe I'll go after your little friends after this, but if I'm going to get even more powerful, why not start at the top, hm? Surely you can understand that."

::Paige darkorbs in and grabs Thorne by the shoulders, hauling her away from Azura.::

"What's going on?"

:: Azura screams in surprise when Paige suddenly appears, still not used to this whole apparent magical thing. But Paige also just pulled Thorne away from her.::

"She... she is going to kill me and take away my things, powers!"

:: She slips further along the wall until she bumps into something, wanting as much distance between herself and Thorne as possible.::

::Thorne's on her feet and staring at Paige.::

"You're dead!"

::Paige's eyes roll back as she Sources out as soon as Azura mentions that Thorne was trying to hurt her.::

"Az, stay right there."

::She turns around and glares at the demon.::

"Don't let the glamour fool you."

::Thorne's eyes widen.::

"No... it's not. I'd be able to tell. Don't you think I can tell when someone's glamoured? Even if it's The Source, with these senses and my past..."

::She backs off, then grins sickeningly.::

"Wonder what your sisters would have to say about this."

::She shimmers to the manor.::

"G-"

(Dammit!)

::Paige turns around and looks at Azura, her eyes still black.::

"Stay here. Or... use your power and go find Andrea. I gotta go."

:: Seeing Paige's eyes, Azura starts screaming. And screaming. And screaming some more. Also, why would she want to find that Irish girl who did this to her.::

::Paige steps back in surprise and her eyes return to normal.::

"Az, it's just me."

(What the hell? Demon-)

"Look, she's gonna tell my sisters! I- I'll drop you off. Say it was a spell."

::She grabs Azura and takes her to Andrea.::

::Thorne shimmers in and looks around, her face showing that she's fed up.::

"Ridiculous. What a waste of time all that rigmarole was."

::Shaking her head, she flops down onto the couch and flicks on the TV, not really that bothered about Azura for now.::

(The Charmed Source will have her buggy eye on her for a while, may as well wait.)

::Paige appears a good few seconds after Thorne, standing in front of her.::

"Very impressive. Now, do you wanna tell me how you did that?"

::Thorne doesn't look away from the television.::

"Hypnosis, dear. Surely that much is obvious. Especially to someone of such stature and knowledge as yourself."

(Smartass.)

"I guess assumptions aren't always the best way to go. I would've thought someone of your seeming intelligence would know better than to speak to me that way."

"'What's good for the goose', as mother was fond of saying."

::Thorne finally looks at Paige; a cold, lingering look.::

"Staying long?"

"What!?"

::Paige bristles, looking angry.::

"I'll stay as long as I damn well want."

"No need to get all fussy about it. I just wondered if I was going to be making tea for two. Or is the Source of All Evil above tea these days?"

::Thorne raises an eyebrow at Paige, a small smirk on her lips. She gets up and wanders through to the kitchen.::

::Breathing shortly through her nose, Paige's shoulders slump and she follows Thorne.::

"Tea is fine."

::She shakes her head, having no clue how Thorne is still alive.::

"How did you know who I was?"

"It's a sense, Paige, every demon has it."

"I'm not talking about The Source."

"Of course you aren't."

::Thorne throws Paige a cryptic smile.::

"Most demons don't actually know what the Charmed Ones look like. They can still tell, though. You have a scent about you. It's easy enough to tell when somebody's a witch, but when a demon comes across a witch of such power, of Charmed One status... they get a certain feel."

::She shrugs.::

"Not every demon has this, only the more experienced ones."

"So you guys can still sense me as a Charmed One as well as The Source?"

"Oh, no. No, not at all. The Source thing has taken over your essence completely. Nobody will recognise you unless they know what you look like."

::Thorne passes Paige a cup, sipping from her own.::

::Paige accepts the cup with a nod.::

"Huh. Okay."

::She frowns for a second.::

"That means you knew who I was from my face."

::Thorne gives Paige a look.::

"... yes, that is what that means."

(Slow much?)

"... care to elaborate on how?"

"Paige, not all demons are the charge in and hurl energy balls left, right and center type. Some of us like to dwell on the outside and observe."

"So you spied on us."

"Sure, for lack of a better word. I hardly spent nights camped outside that... daring... pink house of yours, so don't flatter yourself or anything. I just know enough to know what you all look like, fashion sense - if such a thing exists for certain nameless individuals in your family, and which ones the cat likes best."

::Thorne shrugs.::

"Nothing much at all, really."

"All right."

::Paige doesn't look as freaked out by this as she perhaps should do.::

"What was your business with Azura?"

"What can I say? She has cool powers. I'm a demon, she's a witch, you do the maths, darling."

::Thorne smiles, that sickly, patronising smile of hers.::

"If such a thing isn't too difficult. What I hadn't accounted for is this whole memory business. I suppose you felt it going over, but I had no idea that it'd be so... well... so big."

"Yeah, that is something strange..."

::Paige frowns, staring at the floor, deep in thought.::

"I need to find out whether it affected the Underworld or not."

::Thorne smiles.::

"Well, here I am, memory intact."

"That's true."

::Paige grimaces, then pulls her robe out and puts it on.::

"If I catch you near any of my witches again, you will not live to see what I do to you."

::She flames to Moony.::