The headstone of the ex-Charmed One, super sister and super witch. Come to mourn and pay your respects to the deceased... or else.

::Sniffing from the cold and slightly dripping from the rain that just began to fall, Andrea enters the oil-lamp lit mausoleum and looks at all the names on the walls. She stops at one that reads PRUE HALLIWELL. Here she pauses and traces a finger over the letters.::

"What would you do, Prue, if you had a power you didn't understand? Telekinesis? Would you like to move things with your mind?"

::She pauses, as if waiting for an answer.::

"You probably would. It's a pretty cool power I guess. But, I just have no idea how to make it work."

(Mmm, gotta love conversations with the dead.)

::Taking one last glance at the grave, she heads back towards the city, with no specific location in mind.::

"Dead people, dead people, unlike me... they rest in peace... or do they?"

::The flowers from Prue's grave are ripped up.::

"Take that, witch!"

::Chloe lands in front of the grave. Her petite birdy head tilts to one side as she reads the inscription.::

(Prue Halliwell. Pretty name.)

::Chloe waddles about a bit, not sure what to do with herself. The fear from her experience back home has almost fully disappeared, but she still can't bring herself to fly home. She leaps into the air and ands on a branch above Prue's grave. There Chloe sits, her feather fluffing out, her body relaxing. She nestles her beak into the soft feathers on he chest and dozes off.::

::Chloe stirs, waking from her nap. She blinks a few times trying to remember where she is and what she is. After a few moments, she resets her wings, ruffling her feathers.::

(Do you think that red faced evil thing is gone yet? It might be... It's probably been a few hours.)

::She sighs a birdy sigh.::

(There's ony one way to find out.)

::She sighs again, then takes off, heading to CW Apartments.::

::After a good few minutes of walking around, randomly looking for the grave he wanted, Petunius shines his already lit torch upon the words 'Prudence Halliwell'. He smiles a slightly nervous smile and then takes out his potion to thin the veils between the spirit world and the living and scrapes a bit of gravedust from the headstone into it before shaking it vigorously.::

"Okay, here goes nothing."

::He pulls out a folded up piece of paper, throws the potion at the foot of the grave and recites a spell to summon Prue's spirit.::

"Blessed spirit, I summon thee
Hear my words and come to me
Transcending the bonds of time and space
Cross the bridge and enter this place
Prudence Halliwell, your aid I need
Please show yourself now, this I plead."

::He folds the piece of paper up and places it into his pocket and waits.::

[Oh shit...]

::The ground quakes as a white hand bursts forth, the fingers curling and stretching, feeling the cold air upon them at last. Slowly the hand forces itself higher as the dirt is displaced and the dead works its way back to the living. On close inspection, it is visible that many of the fingers are skeleton, which rapidly is covering with muscle then skin, and soon an elbow is visible. Then higher up the arm, then dark, dark hair as the head appears. Prue Halliwell returns from the dead, hauling herself upwards out of the grave, fighting for breath and escaping where fate so cruelly stowed her away. She is halfway out now, her thin stomach flopping over onto the surface as she works her hips out, then her knees, then she is standing in front of Petunius choking on the air which has never passed her lips in so long.::

:: Lirie walks over with a smile, bouncing of her feet at Petunius' side ::

"So what' u--"

(Well, here's something odd and supernatural...)

:: Her eyes then land on the sight of a woman clawing herself from under the ground. She blinks a couple of times and glances at Petunius again ::

"Does she suppose to do that?"

::Petunius stares open mouthed as the ground begins to shake and then staggers backwards, landing on his ass on a bit of soil quite hard. He watches on with morbid curiousity as the corpse slowly begins to resemble a living human being and then shakily gets back onto his feet. Desperately fighting the urge to shit himself, he does not see Lirie or hear her words and instead takes the tiniest of steps towards Prue before speaking in what he hopes is his most confident voice.::

"P...P...Prue?"

::Still coughing roughly, Prue wipes her mouth and slowly straightens up. Her movements are slow, stiff, and jagged. Her eyes roll up to the sky and take in the dark, bleak air dotted with a few grey clouds, before finally looking at Petunius, as if just having registered him. Her voice isn't even above a whisper when she attempts to speak.::

"Wh...r mi?"

::Petunius arches his head forwards slightly, trying to hear Prue speak but to no avail.::

"I can't hear what you're saying. Maybe it isn't a good idea you trying to speak yet."

::He pauses, pondering over the exact words of how someone should tell someone else that they've just been brought back from the dead.::

(Maybe I misjudged just how powerful the combination of the spell and the potion was going to be. But damn, I'm good.)

"You...you're in a graveyard. You've...been here for...quite some time."

::Staring steely at Petunius, then Lirie, Prue takes an unsteady step towards him then stumbles. She falls into him but on impact, jerks away from him as if he was electrified. Trying to get her footing, she watches Lirie a little more and takes small steps towards her.::

"Y... oo?"

::Petunius tries to help Prue up as she stumbles onto him and then holds his hands up in retreat as she backs off so suddenly. His gaze follows her as she heads over to Lirie, who he finally notices. Relief is quickly replaced with alarm on his expression as he realises she too witnessed the entire event.::

"Uhh, I...maybe you can understand what she's trying to say."

::Lirie takes a defensive step aback when Prue's eyes flicker at her. Her gaze slips to Petunius in mild accusation::

"What did you do, Pet?"

:: When Prue takes a step towards her, Lirie clenches her fists tightly, trying not to make any sudden movements such as screaming, buldging her eyes out, jumping onto Petunius or slamming Prue with a frying pan repeatedly, damning the fiend into Hell. Instead, she glances nervously at the witch and tries to make sense of her words ::

"Me?"

::Confused, Prue slowly begins to get her bearings. Instead of trying to communicate with Lirie and Petunius further, she makes her way to the cemetary.::

:: Lirie's eyes widen in horror as the dead witch takes off running away. She smack Petunius on his arm and follows Prue ::

"Look what you did!"

"Crap."

::He too, follows.::

:: Evntually Moony comes to Miss Halliwell's grave and snoops around it some. She reads the name off of the headstone and a grin almost appears on her face. ::

"Interesting."

:: Moony blinks to Cole's Penthouse ::

::Paige orbs in with Piper and Phoebe by the grave. Her eyes fall upon the disturbed soil, completely overturned, and the huge hole therein. It looks exactly as if someone has clawed their way out from the grave.::

"Oh god..."

::She says, utterly horrified.::

::She hadn't quite believed it until she'd seen it, and now she's seen it. Piper stares, gaping at the empty grave, totally astounded. After what seems like an age of silence, she finally speaks.::

"Then where the hell is she?"

::She turns around and looks at Paige and Phoebe.::

"Where the hell is my sister?"

::Phoebe looks around her, scanning the whole cemetary.::

"I can't see anyone... the kid said there was a guy here too, right? Nobody else is here. It's just us."

::Starting to panic, Piper grips Phoebe's hand tightly and squeezes hard.::

"So she's just out there wandering around ACW by herself?"

::Tears of stress and worry spring into her eyes and trickle down her cheeks.::

"God dammit, where is she?"

::Taking in a shuddering breath, Paige feels incredibly out of place, but makes a suggestion anyway.::

"How about we go home, and scry for her? We'll be able to find her that way."

::Silent for a while, Piper nods, clearly shaken.::

"'K."

"Oh-kee!"

::With a deep breath, Paige takes Phoebe and Piper with an arm around each, and orbs them home.::

::Brennan holds the fireball against the tombstone, reading it out loud silently.::

"Prudence Halliwell. 1970-2001."

::Brennan holds his fireball and holds it for a bit, concentrating on enhancing the size of the fireball just enough to illuminate the immediate vicinity. He examines the hole, staring with some interest.::

(This Prudence Halliwell must have clawed herself out or something. Don't see this every day.)

::He continues his trek about the cemetery.::

::Shadow flies in, hovering over the grave. She looks to the hole where the body would have been.::

(Prue Halliwell. She came back from the dead?)

::Shadow hoversover to solid ground and tranforms back, falling on the ground. She gets up and wanders ending up at the Fallen Angel Statue.::

::Paige slowly walks up to the grave, her eyes a narrowed glare of contempt.::

"Beloved sister? Heh."

::She spits on the disturbed earth, then kicks it into place and steps on it.::

"No respect for the dead?"

::Paige turns around. She hadn't sensed Prue, and this unnerves her.::

"For up-themselves sisters who really should've had the sense to stay in the ground? I can't seem to build the strength to."

::Prue laughs lightly.::

"Why don't you put me back, then?"

"What, so I can enjoy some of that lovely potion you've swallowed? I'm not hungry, thanks."

(Shit.)

"Huh. So you're mildly smarter than you look."

"Fuck you."

"Mature."

::Paige spits.::

"Shut the fuck up, Prue. You're not as great as you think you are."

::Prue smiles and shakes her head in an 'oh, you' sort of way.::

"Oh, you. Paige, I don't think I'm great. I know I am."

::Curling her lip, Paige narrows her eyes as her hands bunch into fists by her sides.::

"Moron."

::Prue scoffs.::

"I see you're every bit the younger sister, Paige. And They sent you to replace me?"

::She laughs.::

"The Elders always liked to joke."