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tampered2013-04-16 01:35 am
stelecharm) wrote in tampered2013-04-16 01:35 am
I savour hate as much as I crave love
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. ]
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. ]