We fight to protect the Humans from Demons

[androgcyborgsam]

A roleplay between Capricious Dreams and myself, Dem0nL0rd Lucy. If you are not us, don't post. But you are welcome to lurk about and read.

Theme: Mortal Instruments/Infernal Devices

[androgcyborgsam]

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{{Theodosia}}XXXX☛Walking the streets☚XXXX☛Scared☚XXXX☛No one☚

A young blonde who stood about 5' 4", walked along the streets at a fast pace, trying to hurry and get to where she was going. She hated walking the streets at night. She could easily protect herself, but it still creeped her out. Picking up her pace, she cursed the clothing that she was stuck wearing; a red and black dress with the back pinned up. She hated how high the neck had to be. It irritated her and made he very fussy.

Sighing, she pushed a golden curl behind her ear and watched where she was going. Seeing the looming building, she smiled. The institute. Finally. Walking up to the steps, she knocked, hating that she couldn't just go in. "Never quick and punctual." She mumbled, waiting for someone to answer. She didn't mind Shadowhunters but, they had already gotten in the way of many things before hand in the Warlock business.

Ever since there had been a problem in the black market with a few other Warlocks, doing things that she was not proud of, she had started working with the Shadowhunters to get it to stop. She didn't want to but she needed to so that the other Warlocks would not be punished in future generations.

Like a gift from the heavens, it was easy to tell
She had fire in her soul it was easy to see
There were drums in the air as she started to dance
Every soul in the room keeping time with their hands,
And we sang...

[Capricious Dreams]

Dem0nL0rd Lucy

● ● ● P r a t e l ● ● ● G r a n d p i n ● ● ●

once a wнιle wнen yoυr ѕorrowѕ нave a naмe
and day ιѕ darĸ aѕ nιgнт
no reмorѕe and no redeмpтιon
cloѕe тнe door
can yoυ нear тнe crowd ιѕ waιтιng ғor тнe laѕт encore
ѕcreaмιng oυт ғor мy aттenтιon
cнanтιng мy naмe

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Nights were drab, so terribly desolate at that. In tales they were described so differently, magical, romantic, and always something desired. It hurt when realizing the reality of it all was far from desirable; frightening really. All the hazards came within the dark reaches of the blanketed sky, rushing in at once. As it might be frightful for most, she could not be bothered with the thought. Certainly her job to think about it and eventually "deal" with it, but Pratel had better things to do with her time, or so she liked to tell herself.

Lounged lazily on a well cushioned seat, the young shadowhunter found herself astray from the book in hand. It was a wondrous tale she was quite fond of, but having read it until the words became brittle, she could hardly find patients for it. What was she to do with her time now? Her mother had gone out quite some time ago, having to deliver an item of some sort of importance. Pratel had offered her services, to which her mother obviously declined, with the excuse that it was far too dangerous for her to be out and about at this hour; however, she knew it was because she was not trusted with the task. Why? that she could not be certain of. Maybe it was because of her studies, not finding much interest in them or the training that came with it, or perhaps it was from the recollection of her last "mission." Still giving her the chills."She best be back soon, I am not waiting up all night for her return." Closing the book with a hollowed thud, she carelessly slid the book over the side of the seat and allowed gravity to do what it wanted with it."Not when I have nothing to do anyway." She could have joined the others as they trained, but again, she could not bother herself. Preferring to wallow in her boredom by her lonesome.

Pacing the institute's corridors to her room, at a rather sluggish rate, Pratel could hear the faint echo of a phantom knock. Curious, and rather excited, by the sudden occurrence, she knotted her fingers in the pale cotton material of her dress; out of habit, seeing as the dress was made for casual and hurried walking. The servants of the institute were waved away by the girl as she rushed for the entrance, they were persistent, but in the end she won the small skirmish. She had hopes that it was her mother, but thinking about it; why would she knock?"Coming!" She called out, dropping the powder paled floral fabric, the underskirt dropped to a modest level, just at her ankles, with the lace of the over-skirt starting just below the knees. After adjusting the matching full-button jacket and pinning any stray beige strands of hair,to make herself seem more presentable to whomever stood on the other side, she calmly reached out and firmly took hold of the knob; revealing the creature guilty of disturbing the stale air."Oh, it's you." She absently blurted out at the sight of the warlock. Grinning, still, at the considerable difference in their heights; Pratel standing at a questionable five foot...eight? Maybe nine? The lightly colored woman shook her head, finding the specifics to be of no importance; either way, she was not exactly fond of her."What do you want?" She coldly inquired, lazily leaning in the doorway as to deliberately block the entrance, fiddling with the lace of the her jacket's short sleeves, seeming to pay little mind to the woman before her.

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What I Lack In Decorum:
Hoping this is alright for a starting post :3

[androgcyborgsam]

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{{Theodosia}}XXXX☛Walking the streets☚XXXX☛Scared☚XXXX☛No one☚

Theodosia raised an eyebrow at eh girl, realizing that she had to look up. Why must other's be so much taller? Sighing, she placed a hand on her hip before speaking. "Yes, it's me. Is your mother here? I need to speak with her. We have some business to deal with." She watched the other.

She didn't mind the other, just that she didn't want to always see her. Her mother was a lot nicer and actually acted like she cared about what was going on around her. Although, Theodosia had to give the other girl some credit, she had wonderful looking eyes. She could get lost in them quite easy, as she was doing now. Mental shaking herself, she waited. "Are you going to let me in, or make me stand out here all night?"

Like a gift from the heavens, it was easy to tell
She had fire in her soul it was easy to see
There were drums in the air as she started to dance
Every soul in the room keeping time with their hands,
And we sang...

{{OOC: That was a fine start. I couldn't think of much to write.}}

[Capricious Dreams]

Dem0nL0rd Lucy

● ● ● P r a t e l ● ● ● G r a n d p i n ● ● ●

once a wнιle wнen yoυr ѕorrowѕ нave a naмe
and day ιѕ darĸ aѕ nιgнт
no reмorѕe and no redeмpтιon
cloѕe тнe door
can yoυ нear тнe crowd ιѕ waιтιng ғor тнe laѕт encore
ѕcreaмιng oυт ғor мy aттenтιon
cнanтιng мy naмe

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Catching her nail in the loose material of the lace, the girl jerked her hand downward from the sleeve and played it off as a chill from the slight breeze the night that welcomed itself through the door; hugging herself lightly around her waist."It would be rude of me to make you stand out in this frigid air." Naturally, her tone was lightly coated with a tainted innocence. If she had really cared for the cold or for the woman standing in it, she wouldn't have blocked the door in the first place. Normally she would welcome guests in before even dabbling in small talk, but Pratel never could find her kinder interests in warlocks."They never did consider me the most courteous though." The light clouds of her eyes grazed over the warlock as she turned herself on her heel, the flash of a grin passing over her features to the other.

Having left her back to the guest, Pratel cleared the entrance and waved the girl in. The young woman wasn't always so sarcastic or ill-mannered, on the contrary, she was rather radiant around the right people. It just proved to be some fun acting crude in the presence of a warlock. "Mother had an errand to run and has been gone for some time already, so It shouldn't be too dreadfully long 'til she returns." That was her hope speaking, of course. With a warlock in the institute, Pratel could not wander too far...Unless she got the others to take her place, but what were the chances of that? The girl sighed, brushing a straggling strand from her eyes, as she gave the woman an exasperated glance."So, what business do you have to discuss with my mother this time?" She curiously inquired with a slight shift in her positioning as to look at the woman from the corner of her eye without any strain to her neck.

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What I Lack In Decorum:

[androgcyborgsam]

Capricious Dreams

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{{Theodosia}}XXXX☛In the Institute☚XXXX☛Feeling safe☚XXXX☛Pratel☚

Stepping inside the institute, Theodosia glanced around, seeing that some things had changed since she had been there last, which hadn't been all that long. She let her blue eyes fall upon the other as they flickered a bit. Her eyes liked to do that, something they had been doing since she was young. It was due to the fact that she was a Warlock, and like any Warlocks, she had an animal detail about her. It just happened to be her eyes, thank god. I don't think I could deal with those mangy looking claws, or in some cases, tails. It just wasn't her thing.

"Good. This business is...quite urgent." She said, taking a few more steps inside the building. It was grand, and beautiful. She had to give it that. She raised a brow at the question before answering. "My business is the same as usual." She wasn't sure how much the girl's mother had told her, so she wasn't going to say anymore about it.

Like a gift from the heavens, it was easy to tell
She had fire in her soul it was easy to see
There were drums in the air as she started to dance
Every soul in the room keeping time with their hands,
And we sang...

{{OOC: }}

[Capricious Dreams]

Dem0nL0rd Lucy

● ● ● P r a t e l ● ● ● G r a n d p i n ● ● ●

once a wнιle wнen yoυr ѕorrowѕ нave a naмe
and day ιѕ darĸ aѕ nιgнт
no reмorѕe and no redeмpтιon
cloѕe тнe door
can yoυ нear тнe crowd ιѕ waιтιng ғor тнe laѕт encore
ѕcreaмιng oυт ғor мy aттenтιon
cнanтιng мy naмe

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The girl closed her eyes for a moment, inwardly sighing. Under the flickering of the low witchlight she looked much older, the smooth features of her youth becoming sharp and the darks of her eyes becoming more prominent to show she had not slept an adequate amount; strain displayed through the windows one called eyes. The eyes were known to be the windows to the soul and Pratel may have believed that, looking at the woman and the abnormality of her eyes that set her aside as a warlock, if she could bear to keep such eye contact to peer into one's soul. No one could hold a stare long enough to do that, not that she knew of anyhow, it would be rather queer...Just standing there...Staring.

Finally pushing past her muse, the young shadowhunter turned to face the warlock with her hand firmly rested on her hips."Urgent?"She scoffed, shaking her complex mesh of pinned hair."everything is always urgent. Tell me something I do not know, warlock."She lightly seethed.It was always 'the usual' and always 'urgent,' that's all her mother ever said about anything; not just with the warlock, but everyone and everything else.Rarely did she ever get a direct and honest answer. Pratel didn't care anymore, anyway. She had asked her mother many of times about what she discussed with the warlock, but it always ended in; "It's nothing to trouble yourself over. Just some usual business between the woman and I." Her mother was stubborn, about as stubborn at she, herself; however, never more so.

Curing herself of such a disappointment, returned to her previous muse, wondering if she should test it or not. Of course, she had nothing better to do in her wait for her mother's return, and the warlock was the perfect test subject. It was a difficult task in the witchlight though, Pratel realized, but it was no use anyway. Once those unnatural eyes flickered, she was immediately parted from their sights, averting her own gaze elsewhere.

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What I Lack In Decorum:

[androgcyborgsam]

Capricious Dreams

xxxx☨ ▸▸ I ' m g o n n a M a r r y⊰xxt h exx⊱ n i g h t

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{{Theodosia}}XXXX☛In the Institute☚XXXX☛Feeling safe☚XXXX☛Pratel☚

Sighing, Theodosia placed a small fingers against her temple, rubbing at it. For some reason, this girl in front of her always rubbed and pushed her buttons the wrong way. It never ceased to amaze her. And right now, it still wasn't surprising her one bit. The only thing that did, was how annoying she could be. Most Shadowhunters seem to be this way.

Dropping her hand from her head, she stepped closer to the much younger girl, even if she did look older. "This, matter of urgent business, concerns your mother, not you, but if you must know something so that you will stop being a bother, it deals with other Warlocks that have been causing a problem as of late. Your mother is helping me reign them in and teach them a lesson of sorts." She stated, watching the other closely, waiting for her to do something stupid so that she may hit her at least once.

Like a gift from the heavens, it was easy to tell
She had fire in her soul it was easy to see
There were drums in the air as she started to dance
Every soul in the room keeping time with their hands,
And we sang...

{{OOC: Sorry about not responding sooner. Life has gotten a grip onto me as of late.}}

[Capricious Dreams]

Dem0nL0rd Lucy

● ● ● P r a t e l ● ● ● G r a n d p i n ● ● ●

once a wнιle wнen yoυr ѕorrowѕ нave a naмe
and day ιѕ darĸ aѕ nιgнт
no reмorѕe and no redeмpтιon
cloѕe тнe door
can yoυ нear тнe crowd ιѕ waιтιng ғor тнe laѕт encore
ѕcreaмιng oυт ғor мy aттenтιon
cнanтιng мy naмe

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The young shadowhunter lifted a disgusted lip in the warlock's direction as she caught the sight of the other woman nearing her, even if it wasn't by much."A 'bother'?" The girl's arms crossed over her chest as if to block the momentary title and let a heavy breath pass her subtly pouted lips, her agitation for the warlock's presence unwavering yet."You forget you are in my territory, warlock. I would mind your tongue or that may end up on the market by some 'mysterious' means." Chuckling to humor her own words, Pratel flicked away a stray strand of her hair and hovered that very hand over her mouth as if her last statement...Or really, threat...Had slipped by complete accident, her hand really hiding the small smirk she wore."Oh pardon me. That was very unladylike of me to say."

The mischievous glare she flashed at the woman before her softened to the click of the door's inner workings, pleased by the figure that seemed to conjure itself from behind it. The woman that stepped through the door was adorned in dark gear, gear customary to the Nephilim when stealth was of higher importance than elegance, and looked a bit worn from the events that came before her entering. She was slightly taller than the younger girl but had much of the same features, lacking only the dull color of her daughter's eyes, hers a more brilliant green."Welcome home mother!" The girl greeted sweetly, her tone more of a chime than a dreary drone like it had been before."I was beginning to worry when you did not return the time you said you would and your warlock friend showed up before you did. I fretted I would bore her."The woman smiled timidly, apologizing but left an explanation to the wind, praising the girl for acting in her absence before turning her attention to the warlock with a friendly quirk of her lips."I do apologize for any wait you had to endure." Looking down at herself, she sighed."I trust discussing matters as I am will not be a problem? I would hate to delay things any further." She didn't seem much interested in changing her clothes, or concerned for that matter, standing comfortably despite the slight disorder of her hair from what could have been easily mistaken for wind damage.

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What I Lack In Decorum:
No need to apologize, I completely understand...Having that problem myself.