I savour hate as much as I crave love

[stelecharm]

When: Sometime between the 13th and 14th of April
Rating: PG-13?
Characters: Jace & Jem
Summary: First time fighting together during the Ain't No Party Like A Murder Party curse.
Log:

[ Clary is on board the ship, somewhere, but it's been hours and still Jace hasn't been able to track her down; he's usually good at this, in fact he's usually amazing at it. He's been ducking and diving behind anything that can provide cover and hide him from view, running and jumping around and over obstacles that don't appreciate how much he doesn't want to die here, on board a ship holding false and immortal hope for those gullible enough to buy it, not after everything he's been through in his life and survived.

Whatever it is that's chasing him, it's not as human as whoever it is he knows is hunting down Clary - Clary, who he needs to find, who he needs to protect, because she shouldn't be here, he should never have let her be taken from him, should have tried harder to keep her safe - but as distracted as he is, he's still alert, still ready for whatever it is that's coming. He's drawn fresh runes on his skin, got a blade ready to call upon if it comes to it; he doesn't intend to kill anything human unless he's forced to, but he will if it means one less homicidal manic standing between him and his entire world.

But he's more distracted than he wants to believe, the growling he's been hearing growing closer, too close, and there's a shadow that crosses the path a few feet in front of him, a shadow that he decides to follow, blade glowing and held firmly, stance ready to strike, and he pounces when the figure tries to duck out of sight. ]

Comments

[silvering]

[Jem's crosssing the corridors, working his way across the ship to work out what is going on. He's come under attack twice already and knocked people out as much for their safety as his own.

He brings his cane up between him and his new attack, trying to deflect the weight of the body away. He sees a flash of ruins.]

Wait. It's me, Jem.

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[ Against his better nature, Jace hesitates, takes the time to really look at the figure, the voice new but familiar enough seeping through. He's wary, though, knows from first-hand experience that there are demons out there with the ability to mimic others, to wear the faces of people he knows.

He releases him, slowly, and takes a step back, but he doesn't lower the blade. ]

Is someone after you?

[silvering]

[Jem nods and trusts the other guy enough to reach down and produce a throwing knife from his belt.]

Someone or something is. This was thrown at me not ten minutes ago. It isn't a demonic blade.

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[ Without really thinking about it, Jace lowers his own weapon and reaches for the blade, frowning down at it; whoever threw it at Jem meant business. He hands it back over. ]

What's your stance on killing Mundanes?

[silvering]

[Jem pauses. His stance has changed a little thanks to recent events.]

I wouldn't hurt an innocent mundane.

[stelecharm]

I've suddenly decided that I like you. [ It's a lie; they might not really know each other yet, but he's clearly who he claims to be, and what better way to put him to the test than to hunt down whoever it is that's after them and see what he's like in action? ]

Psychotic and murderous is enough for me right now.

[silvering]

[Jem laughs softly despite the situation.] There is nothing like being chased across a boat to discover you like someone.

[He sizes the boy up. Clary told him Jace tends to run headlong into battles. This was like Will. They would not be completely mismatched as a fighting team.]

We should lay a trap to slow them up, so we can see what we are fighting.

[stelecharm]

This is exactly how I come to like all of my acquaintances, I did it once and thought this is how I should do it every time.

[ Which is just like him, trying to be sarcastic and witty in the face of looming danger. ]

So I guess throwing obstacles at them while we run isn't going to cut it? [ He's already looking around, taking their surroundings and what it's got to offer into consideration. ]

[silvering]

I usually teach them how to throw knives.

[Jem shrugs.] Though I doubt whoever is pursuing us needs lessons with that.

[He pauses and tries the handle of the door.]

No, that will not work. If we miss and they pick the object then they have another weapon to use against us.

[stelecharm]

On the first date? Someone moves fast.

[ He spares the knife a glance and doesn't argue with that; they seem trained enough as it is without any help. ]

Yeah, I can't fault your logic there. I've got a couple of Seraph blades and a dagger. What do you have?

[silvering]

My idea of courting usually begins with a chaperoned stroll.

[It has not worked out quite like that with his feelings for Tessa.

He draws a knife out of his cane.]

I've got two throwing knives, plus our hunters own one.

[He hears the sound of claws against metal echo down the corridor and spins around.]

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I'll have to remember that one next time I take my girlfriend out on a date.

[ Or when they actually have one, without demons or general life and death doom and gloom keeping them busy.

He looks interested in the knife, and the way it's concealed, even if it's not a look he could probably pull off in Brooklyn. ]

I might be going out on a limb here, but I'm getting the feeling that throwing knives are your speciality.

[ Hearing the noise as it carries, the blade is back, firm in hand and ready to strike, eyes alert and scanning the area. ]

[silvering]

You must tell me your idea of a date later.

[Jem murmurs it as he steps in front of Jace to lead the way down the corridor in the direction of the sound.]