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PostSubject: Hell, it's in your head   Mon Apr 15, 2013 3:09 am

Isadore wasn't in a particularly good mood today, the night before she had been in a fight with a few nasty demons and sustained some pretty good injuries. Although the healing iratze had done it's faithful job, as always, of healing most of her wounds there were still some stubborn bruises located in uncomfortable places on her body that ached whenever she moved. She supposed she should not complain, this was the life she had been born into and that she had to admit even to herself that she loved, despite all of its many hardships. She was a Nephilim, a Shadowhunter, and her life was full of impending doom and perilous missions, yet she would not trade it for anything else. No. She could never imagine living the boring, closed minded life of a mundane, the eccentric everlasting life of a warlock or vampire, the moon crazed driven life of a werewolf, the trickery riddle filled like of a faerie, or, and at this she shuddered inwardly, the hell filled life of a demon, what she had dedicated her life to destroying. It was funny, she thought to herself, Shadowhunters spent their life fighting off demons, knowing they could die at any moment, to make sure the humans..mundanes..were safe and yet they would never be remembered by humans. It was sort of sad if you really thought about it. Though as she had previously stated she wasn't one who usually complained about her predicament, it was what it was and she enjoyed what she did more than most things in this world. She wasn't particularly close to anyone so killing demons was the one thing that brought her solace in an odd way.

Isadore hadn't even noticed that while her mind was off in another world wondering over the circumstances of life that her feet had carried her to her favorite place, Starbucks. Coffee was something that she lived off, drinking it religiously. It surprised her that she never gained weight with the way she ate and drank, but then again she was a Shadowhunter and trained harshly for years. She was as fit as she would ever be. And even if she wasn't nothing would take her away from her cup of iced coffee. Sighing slightly in pain as she outstretched her arm Isadore opened the door and was greeted by the smell of crescents and coffee. Instantly her stomach grumbled and she concluded that she would be getting more than just a cup of coffee. Isadore made her order quickly, not up for chatting at this moment in time, and took a seat in the corner all by herself. Sipping on her coffee Isadore's eyes trailed to look outside at all the tall luminous buildings and cars that drove by quickly, the people inside most likely thinking of nothing but money, work, and what they were going to cook for dinner. She suddenly felt homesick, wishing for the countryside where she had been born. The city was beautiful in it's own way, especially at night with so many lights pouring from the buildings, but what Isadore missed was the stars. The city had too much light pollution making it hard to ever lay anywhere and just gaze at the stars. In the countryside Isadore used to be able to lay in the huge fields of velvety green grass, staring up at the pitch black night sky dotted with millions upon millions of shining stars. That was what she wanted at that very moment..the stars. Sadly, one could not get all that they wanted. Isadore cocked her head to the side and her eyes slid to the door as someone entered.
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PostSubject: Re: Hell, it's in your head   Wed Apr 17, 2013 4:34 am

Aubrey patiently waited as the newcomer scanned her over, as if deliberating if he truly wanted to get up and do something or continue sitting on the floor, and she briefly smiled when he finally consented to join her on a run, his voice and words conveying his Irish accent quite nicely.
Once outside, Aubrey stretched her arms over her head, eyes closed as she took in the warmth from the sunshine. “Where’re we headed then, Lass?” He asked her, reminding her that she had company, having momentarily forgotten that fact while lost in the pleasantness of outside.
"Starbucks," Aubrey smiled again, this time at the nickname he'd given her. "Breakfast is our reward," She smirked, humor coloring her words, before pointing in the general direction they would travel. "Just follow me, not many people should be out just yet."
"My name's Aubrey, by the way. Not Lass." With that good-natured, friendly comment, Aubrey took off, setting a decent pace for a run, faster than the average human but not enough to completely wear her out.
They ran in comfortable silence, quiet breathing and city sounds the only noises heard between the pair. The city was truly starting to awake as they reached their destination, and Aubrey slipped inside the coffee shop with the new werewolf right behind her, neither particularly winded.

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PostSubject: Re: Hell, it's in your head   Wed Apr 17, 2013 6:41 am

"My name's Aubrey, by the way. Not Lass." Jax couldn’t help the corner of his lips turning up into something that could resemble a smile at her comment, and quietly mumbled out a response to her off hand introduction
“Jackson.” He managed to get out before the girl took off running, not giving him the opportunity to acquirer as to what a ‘Starbucks’ was, but he figured he would find out soon enough. They paced each other in silence, the noises of the city the only sound between the two as the mundanes began to awake. Jax let himself close his eyes, his instincts guiding him better than his vision ever could, the feeling of the morning air whipping through his hair letting him relax in a way he hadn’t since he had entered the busy city.

When they arrived at their destination, he was slightly relieved to find that it was just a fancy coffee shop, the small tables dotted with mundanes, each with their faces nearly pressed against some sort of electronic device. Their faces seemed to blur together in the way humans always did for him but one girl stood out from the crowd. She was seated at a table by herself, her red hair illuminated by the morning light. The first thing he noticed about her was the raw energy that seemed to coracle around her, the first hint that she wasn’t an ordinary human. The next was the inky black swirls that adorned her skin, normal tattoos to an unknowing eye, but he knew better. Jax had been warned about the Nephelim but had yet to have a personal encounter with them, having succeeded in flying below the radar for so many years. He knew he had no reason to be nervous around the young Shadowhunter, though the close proximity to the warrior was still enough to make him jumpy. Ducking his head, he followed Aubrey to the counter, his attention being pulled to the billboard type menu that hung on the wall behind the counter, his eye widening slightly at the selection.
“That can’t all be coffee.” He accused, his tone slightly awed as he looked from the menu to the girl beside him.
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PostSubject: Re: Hell, it's in your head   Thu Apr 18, 2013 10:11 pm

Isadore's pale green eyes immediately locked upon the two newcomers, her mouth going slightly dry at the sight of them. Usually she wouldn't have been so surprised, it wasn't unheard of for downworlders to visit the quaint coffee shop, yet seeing two werewolves at once shook her nerves slightly. One of the reasons Isadore has always adored the coffee shop was because it was her way of getting away from the life of a Nephilim, if only for a brief space in time. She enjoyed the feel of it, unlike most restaurants small coffee shops like Starbucks weren't roaring with eccentric music or obnoxious individuals. Most of the time they were just full of mundanes being sucked in by their new technologies and their lives full of the boring and unknown. It was quite a change of pace from the somewhat reckless and dangerous life of a Shadowhunter.

Upon further examination Isadore noticed that the girl must have been either some kind of tour guide for the male following her or maybe a higher rank than him. It was easy to tell because of the familiarity in which the girl moved throughout the store and up to the counter while the male trailed behind with a curious look to his face as if he had never been here before. Isadore tilted her head to the side slightly, curiosity gleaming in her eyes as she inspected the two wolves further. The girl was beautiful, with red hair like her own though not as bright and eye catching. It seemed to Isadore that the girl would potentially put up a good fight against her if it ever were to come to that, though she didn't think she would lose. Isadore had yet to ever lose any kind of fight with a Downworlder, though she did often get hurt. The first thing, to her own chagrin, that she noticed about the male was the scar that adorned his otherwise handsome face. He had nice features, for a werewolf.

Suddenly Isadore felt a cool sensation on her shirt and made a small sound of surprise. It seemed that when she allowed her mind to wander she accidentally knocked over her coffee spilling it all over her black tank-top. With slightly red cheeks she sat up and walked up to the counter slowly, keeping herself a good distance away from the two wolves. "Um, excuse me sir." her sing song voice reverberated quietly throughout the shop as she questioned the other male cashier at the register. "Would you mind giving me some napkins...and could I have another vanilla iced coffee please?" Standing this close to the wolves she felt even more uncomfortable but she held her ground, only a few feet away, as she waited for the cashiers compliance to her request.
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PostSubject: Re: Hell, it's in your head   Sun Apr 21, 2013 3:16 am

The brilliant glare of the rising sun found Nia Rubashkin perched in one of the few trees that dotted the nicer streets in town, barely able to contain her laughter.
She'd ditched the den of wolves long before any of them had begun stirring, never really being one for long periods of sleep. Give her 3-4 hours and she was as energized as ever. So, like any normal person with time to kill, Nia had 'borrowed' a carton of eggs from the wolves' big ass refrigerator and made her way into town. Her intent? To cause chaos of course. Everyone deserved to have their early morning intruded by a little friendly Nia-chaos.
Taking the last egg out of the carton, Nia patiently waited for her next target. Ten minutes later a smartly dressed man with a briefcase and a strained look on his face made his way out of the apartment building to the right of Nia's tree. Probably on his way to a very important meeting, one that he couldn't be late for. She nearly blew her cover with her giggles, already picturing the mess. Positioning herself so that she was right over a gap in the branches, Nia waited until the man was right under her tree, before dropping her egg-bomb. One glimpse of the man's disgusted face and the yolk spattered all over his nice suit sent her into peals of laughter. The enraged man flicked his eyes up to her. But she was already on the concrete behind him, racing away in the opposite direction, laughing all the way.
Her laughter finally ended ten blocks later, her mind now craving a new diversion. Nothing immediately came to mind, so Nia continued to walk, observing the city life waking up. She wasn't guarded with her observations, choosing to blatantly stare at people as they walked by. Being locked up for six years had definitely increased her curiosity. The people in turn gawked at her.
Today, Nia had chosen to wear her favorite rainbow dyed skirt, that ended at her shins and entertained her with it's spinning potential. She'd chosen one of her many t-shirts that she'd altered into trendy crop tops, just because she'd liked that style. This particular t-shirt had the words "Werewolf. There Wolf" emblazoned in red on the shirt's blue background. To top it all off, she wore thigh-high black boots with the most wicked heels. With such an eclectic combination of Punk Rock, Pretty Princess, and Sex Kitten, most just passed her off as a model of the alternative persuasion. Nope, just your standard, run-of-the-mill Werewolf Oracle.
Turning a corner, Nia was surprised to catch the scent of two of her pack mates. It was too hazy to figure out exactly who they were, but she decided to follow it any way, figuring she'd have more fun with them than alone. The trail brought her to one of the many Starbucks that littered the town. Pushing open the glass door, she was immediately hit with the smell of coffee, which was going to make finding her friends a tad difficult. Fortunately, that problem was eliminated when she quickly spotted the head of one of her favorite fellow-gingers.
Skipping over to the counter where Aubrey was standing, Nia wrapped one arm around the small girl, the other giving her head a playful noogie.
"What's this, little wolf? I thought I was your do-everything-with buddy," Nia exclaimed, faking a hurt expression. Turning to Jax, a newbie to the wolf pack, she made a I'm-watching-you sign with her hands, followed by a playful wink.
A movement near to her switched her attention to a girl, reaching across the counter to get some napkins. But, she wasn't just some girl, Nia registered as she took in the girl's scent. Nephilim.
"Well, hello, Daughter of the Angel," Nia exclaimed, a smile beaming across her face. When Carrow had first been introducing her to the different players that populated her new 'home', the Nephilim had been her favorite. Other than her own kind, of course.
"Wow, that's a nasty shiner. Did you get it from a demon," Nia sympathized, stage whispering the last word.
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PostSubject: Re: Hell, it's in your head   Tue Apr 23, 2013 3:08 am

As Isadore was reaching over the counter precariously to get the few napkins the male mundane was handing her she heard the gentle ting of the bell as the door opened and felt her body stiffen automatically when out of the corner of her eye she spotted the newcomer...another werewolf. Oh great, what a day this was turning out to be for her. She had come here for a nice cup of coffee, some relaxation, and to get away from downworlders and what did she get? Why, three werewolves in the same place at once of course. Sighing inwardly to herself Isadore rolled her shoulders and allowed for her body to relax, no reason to get worked up over a few wolves, they didn't seem as if they were much of a threat to begin with. Isadore had noticed that the newcomer was another girl with a very...tasteful fashion sense. She seemed harmless enough and Isadore had figured they would all leave her alone when suddenly she heard the voice of the girl, directed at her.

"Well, hello, Daughter of the Angel. Wow, that's a nasty shiner. Did you get it from a demon?"

Isadore crinkled up her nose slightly and ran long slender fingers through her bright red hair as she turned her forest green eyes onto the girl. "Hello...it's nothing really." She laughed at the last word of her sentence shrugging her shoulders a bit. "I was walking downtown and found a few demons stirring up some trouble, I didn't have time to call for backup so I took care of them myself. They should be fully healed by the end of the day." Her words rang true, not one hint of a lie in them. Normally. Nephilim would prefer to stick together when Demon hunting, but that hadn't been her intent that day. However, if one was a Shadowhunter they were sure to run into some kind of trouble whether they wanted to or not. Her eyes flicked over the girl and then towards the two others, hoping none of them would decide to question her further. It wasn't in her best interest to make friends with downworlders, she preferred to just keep to herself.

With a tiny smile she grabbed her new cup of iced coffee from the mundane, payed, and turned her attention back to the girl. "Now that I have satisfied your curiosity, I would very much like to return to my seat."
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PostSubject: Re: Hell, it's in your head   Tue Apr 23, 2013 5:10 am

Aubrey was just about to order her typical drink, one she often craved, when she heard a commotion behind her. Turning her head in less than a second, the werewolf's eyes almost passed over the girl who had spilled her coffee, writing her off as a clumsy mundane, when her scent caught Aubrey's attention.
The Shadowhunter made her way to the counter to grab napkins, and Aubrey scanned her up and down, immediately seeing if she posed any sort of threat. Some of the Nephilim held some nasty grudges against Downworlders, but Aubrey personally had no reason to dislike them. Her brother, on the other hand, naturally disliked the Angel children for some of their common arrogance, but his opinion was not hers.
Aubrey's attention shifted again as the door opened, the familiar scent of her pack intensifying as it did so. Aubrey's face broke into a grin effortlessly as Nia affectionately greeted her.
"Sorry, I had to make plans for myself since you seemed so set on your mischievous adventure of the day. Jackson here happened to be awake enough to join the fun." Around Nia, the best of Aubrey's sarcastic humor was apparent, as the two girls played off of each other's jokes so well.
Nia, always bold, greeted the Shadowhunter, quickly revamping Aubrey's plan to leave her be, one that she didn't think would have had to be spoken. Aubrey flashed irritated eyes at her friend for a second, before already thinking of the worst possible outcomes and the damage control she'd need to do. Although the youngest here, she outranked the others, and therefore whatever happened was her responsibility. Some Shadowhunters, specifically the arrogant ones her brother didn't like, did not like being provoked, and whether Nia meant harm or not, words could always be taken the wrong way.
Aubrey gave a tight smile at the girl's explanation, looping an arm through her friend's. "Sorry to bother you, her curiosity gets the best of her sometimes," Aubrey hoped Nia would accept her joking tone and not press further, but knowing her, that would take luck. She looked at Jackson for a second, who didn't seem to know what to do with himself, and rolled her eyes at Nia in hopes of easing the awkwardness, which Aubrey, ever the welcoming, friendly one, hated. "We were just about to order, would you like something, Nia?" Aubrey asked her friend, wishing to steer the conversation away from the Nephilim and give her the escape she so clearly wanted. "In fact, I'll have a skinny vanilla latte," Aubrey spoke to the person behind the counter, before motioning to Jackson for him to do the same.

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PostSubject: Re: Hell, it's in your head   Tue Apr 23, 2013 6:29 am

Jax flinched as the new wolf came skipping out of nowhere and nearly tackled Aubrey. He had been far too distracted with the close proximity of the shadowhunter to have caught onto the new scent and anticipate the attack. After she had turned her attention away from them and to the shadowhunter; he took a couple quiet steps backwards towards the door, weighing the pros and cons of slipping out silently and escaping the horde of red-heads he seemed to be surrounded by. Just as he made the decision to run however, Aubrey finally turned back, motioning for him to order, cutting off any plans of an unnoticed escape. Stepping back up to the counter he mumbled a quiet,
“Small black coffee.” The guy behind the counter gave him a funny look.
“You mean a Tall?” Jax furrowed his eyebrows at the human.
“No, I said small.” The human rolled his eyes, looking like he was speaking to a child.
“Small is called tall here.” He said as if the bizarre change of the word ‘small’ should be obvious.
“Well if you bloody knew what I meant, what was the point in correctin’ me?” Jax snapped, fishing out a wad of crumpled bills from his jeans pocket.
“I want a SMALL black coffee and whatever she wants as well.” He said, jabbing a thumb at Nia before counting out the right amount of money for the three drinks and tossing the bills at the human, not waiting for his change before he walked away from the counter, mumbling something about ‘bloody f’ing Americans’. As he moved away from the counter, his gaze caught the shadowhunter girl back at her seat again. He couldn’t help but be transfixed by her appearance. Having never encountered the Nephilim before, he had created the mental image of large burly Viking-type warriors, but she was so small and dainty. He would have thought her nothing more than a normal human girl had it not been for the energy crackling around her and the glimmer of intelligence that shone behind her pale green eyes. There was also a grace in the way she moved that no human had, despite her getting into a fight with her coffee and losing. Realizing he was staring, he quickly jerked his gaze away and dropped it to the floor as the other wolves began to move towards him.
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PostSubject: Re: Hell, it's in your head   Sat Apr 27, 2013 7:01 pm

Idadore couldn't help but smile slightly at the conversation she overheard between the male werewolf and the cashier. She never really understood why they felt the need to change the word small to tall, perhaps it was just to sound sophisticated, or maybe just to make matters harder for those ordering. She knew the English language was complicated for those who were from other countries, it was actually said to be the hardest language to learn though she might object. She had to learn Latin, French, and some Greek as a child and they all seemed harder for her than English ever had. Then again, she was from America and English was her first language.

Sipping on her coffee slowly, Isadore let her mind come back to the present, her eyes flickering around her taking in all of her surroundings. Suddenly, she saw these dark, menacing, shapes moving outside at a sinister pace. She immediately tensed and place her coffee on the table with a few extra dollars next to it as a tip. Then, with movement as swift and graceful as a cat she reached for her daggers that were in her boots and exited her booth making her way past the wolves and outside. She would have liked to observe them more, maybe see if they were any type of threat or listen in on their conversations to see if anything was going on worth reporting back to the Nephilim, but this new threat took top priority. No one else noticed the weapons in her hands as she rushed outside, the warm air greeting her and making her hair blow away from her face. Typical for Mundanes..they were shut off from the truth of the world. Sometimes, Isadore even felt bad for them.

The shadows moved again, into an ally, and Isadore heard the faint scream of what sounded like a small child. She strained her eyes and noticed there were about five or six shapes. Shit...that was going to be hard for her alone to handle but once again she had no time to call for help, and even if she had she realized she had forgotten her phone at home. Sighing, she mentally prepared herself as she raced across the street and into the ally, into the face of danger more like it. What greeted her made her blood boil and she felt this rage build up inside her. Crouched in the corner was a little girl, in order for her to be able to see the demons she either had to be a mundane with the sight, a child shadowhunter, a child faery, or a child werewolf. She had no time to observe the child further and test her suspicions for she had to act quickly before the Demons noticed her presence...the element of surprise, it was her only chance at success. In a heartbeat she launched herself at the closest demon, her hand arching up in a swift movement causing the dagger to bury itself deep within the demons chest. There was a sizzling sound that soon turned into a high pitched noise as the demon exploded, vanishing as if it was never there.

Quickly Isadore leaped to her next target, dispatching it just as thoroughly as the other demon. When she turned she noticed there were still six demons facing her. Shit..shit..shit..that wasn't good. More than she had previously though. One of the demons had these long tentacle like arms and lashed out at her, she dodged quickly but the tip of the tentacle brushed against her upper arm and caused a searing venomous pain. Great, new wounds that she would have to take care of later. She really needed to make some friends so that she wasn't always traveling alone and thrust into these situations. She threw one of her daggers and it burrowed into the chest of another demon causing it to explode. She smirked in triumph but the elation was quickly wiped away as she felt this boulder in her side. Next thing Isadore knew she was airborne and flung across the ally, her body smacking into the brick wall and crumbling to the ground. Dark spots danced behind her eyes but she forced herself to stand up, pulling out another object and whispering "Azreal". Quickly the object grew into a long glowing sword with a sharp tip. The remaining five demons made these disgusting hissing noises and Isadore's eyes flickered to the little girl huddling in the corner. She was still whimpering but didn't seem as scared as before. Foolish child..running off all by herself.

With effort Isadore staggered forward and launched herself at the demons, slicing a head off one of them and an arm off another. Though she was doing fairly well it just wasn't enough, a moment later there was a sharp pain in her side and she looked down to notice one of the demons had stabbed her with something. A sweet metallic smell filled the air and warmth pooled down her body. Still, Isadore couldn't give up. She took her remaining dagger and threw it at the other demon, the dagger burying itself in that demons shoulder before she fell to her knees. With effort she pulled the object out of her side, a whooshing sound escaping her mouth before she bit down on her lip hard to stop from screaming in pain. Raising her head her eyes flicked up to the four demons hovering over her. Is this really how it will all end? She thought lucidly.
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PostSubject: Re: Hell, it's in your head   Sun Apr 28, 2013 6:45 am

Nia listened with wide-eyed excitement to the very short summary the Shadowhunter parted with. She knew she was making the girl feel uncomfortable. But, really? This was a Shadowhunter. They went up against all manner of nasty, terrifying Demons and the like. If a little unashamed questioning made her fidget then there was definitely a personal problem brewing. Nia was about to tell her just that when Aubrey sidled closer to her.
"Sorry to bother you, her curiosity gets the best of her sometimes," Aubrey interjected, cutting off Nia's probably life saving information. Nia knew her little wolf friend was only trying to help, so she forgave her for describing her inquisitiveness in such a bland manner. They said that curiosity killed the cat, but, since Nia was the opposite of a cat, she was pretty sure she'd be safe from her favorite hobby's consequences.
"Nothing ever gets the best of me, Aubrey, darling. You know that. I always see it coming," Nia said, tapping her forehead with a wink. "We'll talk later, Shadowhunter. I have oh so many questions."
Nia watched as the girl made her escape back to her table. It would have been so much easier for herself and the poor people she targeted if a book had been written, describing all the species in great detail. Unfortunately, things like that were frowned upon due to the possibility of it being stolen and circulated in the mundane world. Maybe she'd rebel and write one. Rebellion was very mischievous.
Eagerly accepting her friend's offering of coffee, Nia skipped over to the ordering station, hopping in place like she was already hyped up on caffeine. There was never such a thing as too much energy. Or so Nia believed. Others liked to believe otherwise. They were just jealous she was able to conserve it so well.
"I'll have the strongest thing you got, barkeep," Nia said, leaning on the counter like a cowboy in a saloon. The man just stared at her, having never been addressed in such a manner. Once he realized she wasn't joking, he tentatively wrote something on a cup and passed it along. Giving him a bright smile, Nia walked over to the area where her drink would come out. While waiting, Nia amused herself by completely re-stacking the display of coffee mugs into odd shapes, much to the displeasure of the manager. He shoved her drink into her hand, begging her to go sit down. Whistling the batman theme song, she complied and skipped over to where her friends were sitting.
"I'm very much displeased with you, Aubrey. If you hadn't scared off that Shadowhunter we could have had a fantastic ginger party," Nia said, nursing her energy-packed drink. Turning to Jax, she patted his shoulder sympathetically. "Don't worry, Jax. We wouldn't have forgotten about you. The salon next door would have added you to our party in a jiffy."
Suddenly, Nia's mind jolted her out of the present. Instead of the amused and terrified faces of her friends, she was now seeing the Shadowhunter from earlier. She was collapsed up against a filthy brick wall, her hand trying to stem the flow of blood from her strangely colored wound. Nia could see dark shapes closing in around the girl. And, just like that, she was back in Starbucks. Her friends were now eyeing her with suspicion; they knew the blank look her face took on when she was getting a vision.
"The Shadowhunter girl. She's being attacked, near by. Let's go," Nia verbally-sprinted, abandoning her beloved coffee. Rushing out the door, Nia took off running, following the Shadowhunter's scent to a dark ally. Sure, enough four Demons surrounded the recently stabbed girl. Nia watched as she collapsed into the position the vision-Shadowhunter had been in. Nia vaguely noticed the presence of a small girl on the outskirts of the fight, she was too focused on slashing the head off the Demon closest to the Shadowhunter. Once she heard her friends taking up the fight with the other three, Nia knelt down next to the injured girl, balling up a bit of her long skirt and applying pressure to her wound. She was all business now, letting her crazy-ass-chick demeanor fall away.
"Hey, stay with me, Shadowhunter. If you check out, how will I ever get those questions answered," Nia said, a small smile emerging. Her twitching hands were the only thing revealing her instability in the moment. I just want to help people.
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PostSubject: Re: Hell, it's in your head   Thu May 09, 2013 12:48 am

This was all very interesting, really. He'd been watching closely, trying to get a feel for the small group who had hovered so pleasantly in that coffee shop. Off somewhere, hidden from sight of many of them, though he was sure he hadn't been hidden from smell, he took notes of the Shadowhunter and the wolves. Lazily, he'd counted three wolves and the Nephlim, and lazily meaning there were probably more, he just didn't seem to care incredibly too. The smell of the Starbucks seemed rather inviting, but he knew better. Even as they moved about and he slipped in behind most of the Downworlders and that Nephlim, he found he had no appetite for any of the coffee here. Mostly because he hated coffee. Honestly, it was such a bitter thing to taste, but the smell was divine. And Starbucks did have this tendency to smell like burnt... beans? He opted for tea, fingers wriggling toward the counter to place an order when the commotion outside merely gathered his attention first. His nose twitched and he longingly looked at the menu. Crap. He spun on his heel and made for the noise, pausing to watch.

Yes watch.

He didn't feel he needed to jump in. There were more than enough fighters to handle one demon, or four? And wolves weren't exactly weak. He'd stolen a chair and brought it close to watch as if it were some sporting event. He judged. He wasn't going to deny that fact. The way they moved, he'd have done it better, or at least differently. A stray hair tickled his nose and he brushed it aside, finding himself staring at each member of this little group. Hmmm...

They were all rather attractive in their own way, weren't they? Even the male. Alastair Bainstale smiled, fiddling absently with the family ring he wore. A symbol of a wolf's head with a crescent moon behind it. It was only shaped as such due to the rumors of wolves having been in his blood line, though it was unproven. He sucked on his teeth and stood from his chair. He scooped it up in his hands and made a dash for the demon that had remained. In a bizarre turn of events, he came out of nowhere and used the chair as a weapon against the demon, knowing it would do next to nothing. He flipped back, using the seat of the chair, while the legs had become impaled in the creature, and unleashed a small barrage of blades, all sizzling as soon as they touched flesh. He landed on his feet, smirking.

"I know that chair attacks are illegal, but it just seemed like so much fun~" he said to the group before him. Oh, he hadn't killed the demon, not yet. He was merely having fun with it.
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PostSubject: Re: Hell, it's in your head   Thu May 09, 2013 10:41 pm

Jax followed behind the girls, the promise of a good fight sending a wave of excitement over him. Nothing could compare to a good brawl, the blood and pain, not to mention the pump of adrenaline. That was the shit he lived for, even though demons weren’t exactly his favorite opponent. The stink of them was everywhere as they turned into the alley, four of them surrounding the shadowhunter girl who seemed to have collapsed to her knees. He was also faintly aware of another Nephelim, this one a boy sitting towards the mouth of the alley, just watching the attack as if he were at a match, the only thing missing was his foam finger and tub of popcorn. With a snarl, he lunged at the nearest demon, half phasing so that his teeth grew into fangs and his eyes shown luminescent silver. The creature gave a shriek as his fangs sunk into its neck, tearing the flesh away with a burst of black blood. It flailed for a moment as it crumpled in on itself before disappearing completely, leaving only the chuck of flesh and a bitter foul taste in his mouth. Spitting out the gore, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, phasing back to full human form as he kneeled beside Nia, his gaze working over the injured shadowhunter.
“Well she looks a bit worse off than when we saw her last.” He mumbled, sizing up her wounds. Casting his gaze over to the other demon hunter, he narrowed his eyes as he saw the kid had finally joined the fight, though seemed to be playing with the demon instead of killing it.
“Hate to interrupt your fun lad, but I think your friend here could use some help.”
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PostSubject: Re: Hell, it's in your head   Fri May 10, 2013 12:14 am

Isadore gulped loudly and tried to clear her head, everything around her seemed as if it were moving in hyper speed. The demons were like shadowy illusions dancing in and out of her vision and the wolves appeared scarier than any demon had ever appeared. Her vision was off so when the wolves started to transform slightly in the heat of the battle their fangs looked ten time longer than they should be and their eyes glowed like the full moon on a pitch black night. Blinking a few times Isadore turned her attention down towards her side where blood was gushing heavily from the wound. Her hand felt sticky, slick, and warm from the crimson liquid that poured luxuriously down her body. She hadn't ever received a wound of this magnitude before so part of her brain was buzzing madly, like a fly trapped inside a window. The black dots that had been in her vision before began to creep up into her eyes again and she felt her body beginning to shake uncontrollably.

This was bad..she needed to get healed as soon as possible, the amount of blood loss was extremely unhealthy. "Hey, stay with me, Shadowhunter. If you check out, how will I ever get those questions answered." The words of the wolf brought Isadore out of her trance and she blinked a few times before slowly lifting her head up to look at the girl in confusion. When did she get there? Moving as much as her body allowed she surveyed the scene, her eyes resting upon an individual of whom she did not recognize, though it was made apparent he was Nephilim.

“Hate to interrupt your fun lad, but I think your friend here could use some help.” An accented voice reached her ears and despite the condition she was in Isadore made a grave face and quickly replied in as loud of a voice as she could muster. "Actually, this man is not my friend. I have never even seen him before today. If you all could get on with killing these demons though, it would be greatly appreciated. I mean, take your time if you must while I sit here and bleed profusely. This is definitely not a life or death situation here, carry on." She was surprised at her tone and the fact that during a time like this she could manage to be sarcastic.
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PostSubject: Re: Hell, it's in your head   Mon May 13, 2013 2:09 am

A small spark of happiness lifted Nia's seriously straight mouth into a beaming smile. The Shadowhunter girl seemed bad off, but she was still reacting to voices, so that was good. Wasn't it? Her eyes opened soon after, blinking in obvious confusion. That was definitely a good sign. Maybe she'd make everyone start calling her Doctor Nia. She obviously had a natural talent. Continuing to apply pressure to the wound, Nia was barely aware of the commotion going on behind her. The rational part of her mind she'd fought years to get back was urging her to stay focused on the task at hand, knowing one small distraction could spell an end to this abundance of lucidity.
“Well she looks a bit worse off than when we saw her last." Jax was suddenly next to her, eyeing the Shadowhunter's many injuries. Nia allowed herself a moment of distraction, looking over at her pack mate. He'd obviously been the commotion that she'd heard, as he was half-phased with demon blood dripping from his fangs.
"Well, about time you showed up! Would you be a dear and be this Shadowhunter's knight in shining armor," Nia asked, ripping her skirt so that it now resembled a mini. The question was more rhetorical than actual, as she handed Jax the ripped material to take her place as doctor.
"I'm feeling my sanity slipping, just a tad. And I know just who to take it out on."
Clambering back up from the gravely floor, Nia bent to brush the debris from her legs, and, by the time she stood up, she resembled Jax in his half-phase mode. Her eyes blazed a molten gold, as she sought out the Demons. Jax had apparently taken out one and another was being tortured by a random Shadowhunter male. She cocked her head in curiosity, wondering exactly what he was doing here. The sound of a child's scream drew her attention. The remaining two Demons were slowly approaching the child Nia had glimpsed earlier. I don't think so, boys.
Taking a deep breath more for effect than anything else, Nia sprinted head long towards the Demons, jumping up at the last moment to land piggy-back style on the largest one's back. His surprise at being attacked in such a way was all the time she needed. Wrapping her legs tightly around the Demon's wide frame, Nia brought her arms around his neck, only to slice them back, her claws digging in at the last moment. The thug's head hit the pavement with a meaty thunk, followed quickly by his body. Nia landed lithely in a crouch next to the carnage, never slowing as she ripped the dead Demon's arm clean off. She'd admired it earlier as a potential weapon, what with it's length ending in one, razor sharp blade. It was just as poetic as it was lethal she soon found out, when she divided the other Demon's body in half with the 'borrowed' weapon. Nia almost felt sad when the arm disappeared along with the bodies. It had been such a bad ass weapon!
Whistling softly to herself, Nia turned away from the battlefield, satisfied with the child's safety once Aubrey had run in to quiet it's cries. Now, she aimed her path towards the stranger, who was still very much enjoying his toying with the last remaining Demon. Nia didn't know whether she admired his creativity or was disturbed by his drawing out the kill. It really didn't matter at the moment. From the little that she knew about Shadowhunters, this guy could possibly be in possession of a tool that could heal the injured Nephilim.
"Hey, Hannibal Lector, got a second?" Nia sauntered up, knowing full well she looked like a psycho herself. Her skirt was a horrendous ruin, stained with both demon and Shadowhunter blood. Her hair most likely resembled that of a feral child. God, she had to start remembering to bring hair ties. Pig tails kept her hair tamed, made would-be attackers underestimate her, and were just plain fun to play with. Pushing back her regret, Nia eyed the male Shadowhunter. Could he have what she needed?
"As you can see, we've got a little problem. And, I've got a inkling that you might be able to help. Do you happen to have a...god, the name escapes me. It heals your people, makes you all strong and stuff. I call it a magic wand, but I bet it's called something a lot more boring in your circle."
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PostSubject: Re: Hell, it's in your head   Mon May 13, 2013 4:49 pm

Perhaps he should mention he was fantastic at making friends. It was one of his forte's after all. Wait no, that was wrong, that was sarcasm. A final barrage of his hidden blades and the demon shrieked, perishing from the blades the Shadowhunter used. After it faded away, he collected his blades with a hum, having heard very little of the conversations around him, even if they were directed at him. That is, of course, until someone physically addressed him with a name he thought he ought to know but didn't quite understand the reference. Well, it made sense. Most Nephlim didn't know anything about mundanes, but Alastair tried his best to "keep up with the times" as it were. He grinned at the girl, pocketing his blades that seemed to disappear within the confines of his clothes. He then stepped forward toward her, careful of any ichor that may lay about, and bowed to her in an odd way. When he looked at her, those eyes were flirting. He was a handsome thing, as most Nephlim were, with bright blue eyes peering through the chocolate colored hair. He smirked, the left side reaching higher then the right. It wasn't cruel, not in the slightest, but incredibly flirtatious as was the look in his eyes. Then he straightened himself and pat his pocket, producing his stele, which he spun and held out to her to show. "You mean the stele?" he questioned, glancing past her to the fallen and injured Nephlim. He nodded to the wolf before him and stepped up very close, coming into her personal space, but still staying cautiously away so she couldn't bite him (though he probably wouldn't mind that either). "I can help her if she'll allow it. I've gathered that some female Nephlim desire no help whatsoever from the males." He chuckled, teasing as he strode over to Isadore. He crouched down beside her, giving a wink to Jax as he spun the stele in his hand once more and placed an iratze on the flesh of the female Nephlim.

He waited a moment longer before he held his hands out to her to help her up, once it seemed she was okay enough to do so. He smiled at her, another flash of flirting hidden among it. "There you are. Pretty as a picture now. I'm Alastair Bainstale," he was addressing everyone by then. "Pleased to meet you... though I wasn't sure what you'd meant when you called me 'Hannibal Lector'. I'm afraid, like most of us, I don't really gather the references of most mundane things. I'm trying though. Their culture fascinates me to no end. So! I've introduced myself, how about you? Starting with the handsome devil of a wolf," his blue eyes turned towards Jax then, that flirting smile still plastered on his face. "What's your name, Dove?"
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