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Room 208, Saturday late morning
Jan. 20th, 2007 02:36 pmWyatt woke up in a cranky mood. He shouldn't be in this place, he should be out bending the world to his will. He was the Twice-Blessed Child, after all, and the most powerful force of magic the world would ever know. Good and Evil were meaningless. It was all about power.
And then there was his traitorous brother to deal with. He couldn't believe Chris, of all people, would turn on him. He could forgive his brother -- if he promised to never cross him again.
He heaved a sigh of frustration and randomly TK'd a lamp across the room, smashing it against the door.
[It always said Saturday -- you need your eyes checked. Wyatt is his evil!self from Chris-Crossed and other episodes.]
And then there was his traitorous brother to deal with. He couldn't believe Chris, of all people, would turn on him. He could forgive his brother -- if he promised to never cross him again.
He heaved a sigh of frustration and randomly TK'd a lamp across the room, smashing it against the door.
[It always said Saturday -- you need your eyes checked. Wyatt is his evil!self from Chris-Crossed and other episodes.]
