Halliwell Manor, San Francisco, Saturday afternoon

[blessed_twice]

Wyatt had wandered downstairs to scrounge for food. A flash of light from the living room caught his eye, so, wary for any danger, he stepped into the room. A woman dressed in shining silver armor and radiating a brilliant light stood there. "Who are you?" Wyatt demanded, shielding his eyes. "What are you doing here? Excalibur

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[neurotic_witch]

Chris wandered in with a cup of coffee.

"Uh... who's your friend?"

[blessed_twice]

"She's claiming to be my sword," Wyatt said.

"Sir Lancelot," Excalibur said, acknowledging Chris.

[neurotic_witch]

"Say what now?" Chris asked.

[blessed_twice]

"Who else would the best friend of our king be?" Excalibur said. She was kind enough to dim the glow a bit.

"Dude, hands off my girlfriend," Wyatt had to say. Even though he knew Chris had already slept with her that one weird weekend.

[izzyalienqueen]

On her way into work for her evening shift, Isabel decided to give Wyatt a call.

Perfect timing no doubt...

[blessed_twice]

"Please tell me this is you and not something that belongs to you," Wyatt said as he answered the phone.

[izzyalienqueen]

"Just me. Why?" she asked. Sometimes it was nice when the weirdness passed you by.

[blessed_twice]

"Excalibur is alive," Wyatt said. "My sword is a girl."

[hotceltogoth]

With a slight crack-pop, Ronan appeared just inside the front door of the manor. "Hello?" he called. "Wyatt?"

[blessed_twice]

"In here," Wyatt called from the living room. Excalibur perked up.

[hotceltogoth]

Ronan followed the voice. "Nice place you've got here," he said, his smile bright. "I have to admit, I was certainly... surprised to get Isabel's message."

[blessed_twice]

"Hey, Ronan," Wyatt said.

"Hello," the blonde woman with him said, totally checking Ronan out.

Wyatt sighed. "Ronan, this is Excalibur. Excalibur, Ronan."