The Mortal Instruments

He made a further mental note: Don't piss off the Seelie Queen too much. The Inquisitor was not scared by her display, but he was concerned about the future after what he had said. He watched the sudden and violent death by plant that was faced by the Seelie Knight, and it became clear to him that he was by no means, safe. And she had put him very much in an awkward position. He was bound by these plants, and he didn't even try to resist. He knew that they would be too strong for him to break through. Her grip was painful and her nails dug into his flesh, but he showed no sign of fear or pain on his face. He had seen things in his line of work. What happened when Nephilim became involved with those who toyed with Demons and what happened when it backfired. He had seen bloody scenes. He had seen Nephilim horrifically tortured and Nephilim horrifically torturing Downworlders in the hope of a confession. The kiss would probably have been pleasant too, if the situation had not been so serious and not meant as a method of taunting him.
"Fine, I'll play your game, Seelie Queen." He replied. There was no other way of doing it. He was already coming up with plans though. It was clear that there was going to be a war on two fronts. He was going to have to fight the traitors, and the Seelie Queen. That meant that he was going to have to call Yorick and get the old man to have supplies delivered. He was going to need a lot of iron. He wondered to himself whether it was appropriate for an Inquisitor to kill the Seelie Queen. He wouldn't hesitate if he got the chance. If he could bait her out of her homeland, then he had a chance. Right here was the seat of her power though. "I'm going to need to resupply first." Once he was released, he brushed himself off and looked back at Roxanne.
"Calm down Roxanne, everything will be alright. As Inquisitor, guardian of the Nephilim, I promise that it will be alright." He offered some words of reassurance. "Just listen to your messages and it will be okay." He looked over at Titania again.
"Care to inform me of what happened? It might be useful intelligence for the hunt." He reasoned. "If you want me to kill a traitor, then information is the best way to arm me. You do want her dead, don't you?" ​

 

While raiding the fridge he looked around to see for something to snack on, dinner would have to wait for now, well at this rate it would probably classify as a midnight snack. He found some liverwurst and confiscated it for quality inspection, taking a bite out of it he decided to see where the hell everyone else was, not that he was gonna share that thing, well okay he found in their fridge so he would share it with the other Nephilim. He found the others quickly enough and saw it had gotten a whole lot busier in here. "Well then, it would appear it has gotten rather crowded over here.." Aethel said to no one in particular. He took note of all the people in the room, knew the significant ones with the exception of one, which was Nick, but there was time for that later. He decided to be rude once more and mix himself into the conversation between Rhett and Felicia, the latter of which said she was gonna leave on a promise of dealing with the big I, well of course the Inquisitor would be dealt with. "No worries, wolfie, I promise I'll take care of it, after all it's kinda my fault he's after you in the first place. And it would be rather convenient for me as well were he out of the equation." Aethel said, in a rather light tone, forgetting he still had that liverwurst in his hand.

 

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"That's good too." Creed replied. Of course being alive was a good thing, but that didn't truly mean that one was truly okay. He's still alive and there have been times where he was anything but okay. Those weren't times that Creed was proud of and he avoided reminding himself of them whenever he could. Brianne briefly holding his hand quelled his concerned for the time being, but they most certainly hadn't gone away for good.

Stepping into the institute Creed started to feel uneasy, probably because of the sheer amount of wolves that were inside. Well this certainly sucked to a certain degee, but at least they didn't seemed to be hostile enough to attack on sight, that much was a relief. "Can we not start another fight, isn't that against the reason we came here." Creed said. Granted the reason they came here was cause someone had messaged Brianne so he wasn't sure just how much to that statement was true, but they didn't need to know that.

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Sien was busy sitting down on a nearby chair he had found, trying to piece things together where yet another group of wolves had arrived. This group was accompanied by Brianne and two people that he didn't know, but did remember seeing at the safe house. That and Nick had returned from wherever the hell he went so there's that too. Not knowing whay to say right now, Sien silently observed the situation before him.

 

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"I have had..." Titania turned, and in the blink of an eye had Corvo by the throat, her nose nearly touching his, "enough of your disrespect. Shadowhunters may not teach their inferiors the art of respect," her eyes were brighter then luminescent paint, "but I assure you, Corvo, continue to press me, and you will not live long enough to understand the nature of your mistake."

She shoved him away as the Seelie Knights closed ranks in front of her, their emotionless faces watching the two Shadowhunters. "Get out." Titania turned, striding to the far side of the room. "You said you're a guardian of the Nephilim, Corvo. Well I can't imagine that should be a hindrance for you in this task." A tree burst from the ground, shaking the room as it grew, the trunk becoming large enough it would be a struggle to circle her arms around it. With a twist of her fingers, the tree shaped itself into a shape similar to a chair, where she lay, snapping her fingers once more. A small once human girl appeared, kneeling as she held a bowl of water in her hands. The Seelie Queen traced the surface of the water, preparing it for contact.

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Brianne massaged her hand with the other, the small ache beginning to annoy her. "Leave, stay, whatever." She snapped. "There will be no fighting, not when there's bigger issues to work out. I expect you both to have resolved this issue like adults, by the time I return. Am I f*cking clear?" Not bothering to wait for the reaction from either Felicia or Rhett, she strode away, slamming open the door to the room that had previously held Masque, Sien, and Alarick. The shards of the broken compact yet remained as Brianne collapsed onto the sofa, rubbing her head with one hand. She went back to massaging the cramp in her hand, gritting her teeth.

She would remain here, knowing Alarick and Clarity would come when they were ready. She might as well leave it up to them, because she would never be ready. Not for this.

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He turned around on his heel and began to walk out. He paused momentarily and looked back at the Seelie Queen.
"May the odds be in your favour, Titania." He quoted her own benediction at her and departed, leaving with Roxanne following him. Immediately, he pulled out his phone. "Roxanne, your number? We'll need to communicate." Once she had given it over, the Inquisitor started to type out a text. He knew what she was capable of. If she could find Roxanne, she could certainly find him. That meant that he was going to have to keep any plans secret, or at least in a way that she couldn't see them. He was willing to wager that she wasn't able to read his texts. Human technology was a boon in this age, as most magic couldn't do anything about it. So far, magic and technology had remained distinct forces as far as he was aware, meaning that it was easy enough to bypass one using the other. Neither interacted, and that meant that the phone was the best way of getting around her surveillance. He finished a text and sent it off.

Seelie Queen is probably watching us both. We'll need to be careful until the Brianne situation is resolved.

"There, it should have sent." Corvo said to the other Shadow Hunter. "Here's the plan, we're going back to my apartment. I need to get in touch with Yorick and let him know that you and I are working together. Then, I'm going to need some equipment. All I say is this - I ask you to trust me." His mind whirled as he tried to come up with a reasonable plan of action. There was only one real option to this situation, and that was to fake Brianne's death. He knew a little about human medicine. Drugs existed which caused clinical death, and they could be revived from that state if they acted quick enough. That meant that he was going to have to make sure the plan went off flawlessly. He had three days. One of those he knew he would have to wait for his equipment to come through most likely, but during that time he should be able to acquire the other part of the plan. That drug. He knew that he didn't have any at Alicante, because it was a very specific requirement for a very specific type of mission. There was a nearby hospital. As most Nephilim were, he was able to Glamour himself. He could feasibly sneak inside and retrieve what he needed, then sneak out again. Then, he'd need some of his other equipment to administer it. It was going to have to be done from range, that must was clear. Now that Roxanne was available, she would be the perfect bait and so long as he didn't let her in on the plan, then she could pull off a convincing act and he severely doubted that she would go anywhere alone now that she knew he was here. One thing bugged him about this situation though, and that was the comment of the Seelie Queen. I can't imagine that should be a hindrance for you in this task. She didn't seem the type to say things meaninglessly, so what did that mean?​

 

Nick fliched slightly as Alarick confronted him "Woah woah slow down. I went home to get some stuff, I packed for Somalia and made sure my cat would be fed while I was gone. I'm a really indecisive packer, I spent about fifteen minutes just deciding which tie to bring. But I'm ready now" he explained convincingly, Nick was an adept at lying. He patted the luggage he carried as if reassuring Alarick "And I'm changed because there was blood all over my old clothes!" He exclaimed indignantly "I always say, whenever you're going somewhere make sure you look good" Nick then noticed a strange woman with them and looked at her quizzically "This... may be an odd question but... do you know the song 'I'm blue'?" Nick asked with a coy smirk "Nephilim. Friend. I try to stay away from alcohol. Nick. My name" he explained copying her speech patterns.

Masque was about ready to stab someone when suddenly Morrigan wrapped her arms around him. He was shocked for a moment, then instinct kicked in and was repulsed at being touched. get off me get off me get off me get off me... but while normally he hated being touched this situation was different, her words soothed him. She said just what he wanted to hear for so long.
"...thank you" he murmured. He couldn't remember the last time he'd said those words. When was the last time somebody had been nice to him?

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Paragon watched the screen with a smirk. Nobody had noticed the bug he'd left in Titania's room and he watched with delight the confrontation between the queen and the inquisitor.

Doctor Bishop narrowed his eyes and sighed "You don't seem to understand the predicament you've found yourself in. I ask a question and you answer, no matter how relevant it may be" Doctor Bishop made a gesture and a woman went into the cell from another door. She was dressed all in black and seemed humanlike, but she held a black stele. She was flanked by the two men in trenchcoats from the restaurant. "This is Black Knight. She's an expert demon hunter and knows how to make them talk. Hold still" Slavko, in chains, was unable to move away as the nephilim drew a small rune on the demon "Feel that? It should itch a bit. Every time you defy me she'll apply another one, the pain with ramp up exponentially. So, I'll ask again. What is your master's bidding?"

 

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"Produced it." Clarity replied, but she was grinning. "Also wrote it, and dragged the singer from a crack filled alleyway. But that's a story for another time. Right now, I wanna know why-" She was cut off as she heard Brianne shouting. Shouting. The ifrit exchanged a glance with Alarick, who looked equally worried. "Nick, lovely to meet you, you're a liar, I can smell it on your breath." She reached into her pocket with some difficulty and tossed him her last stick of gum. "It's not safe to drink and hunt demons, you know. Might want to check him for demon pox. Slowly" she suggested to Alarick with a wink before striding after the female Shadowhunter.

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Alarick raised his eyebrows at Clarity's comment about Nick's breath; and she was right. How could he have missed that? Because your sister is more upset then you can recall ever seeing her? Yeah, that would probably do it. He gave Nick an appraising look, one that told the other Shadowhunter they would discuss this later. He was a little hurt that Nick wasn't telling him everything, if he was honest, but that would have to wait.

He followed Clarity into the backroom where Masque had been held, sealing the door with a rune behind him. When he turned, his heart sank and his stomach tightened. Brianne was sitting on the couch, her head in her hands, sobbing. Clarity knelt in front of her, light eyes unusually solemn...and scared.

"Brianne..." he stopped as she held up a hand. Two small gashes lined the insides of her ring and middle finger. Nothing to be concerned about..except...He peered closer, then snatched her hand. Black lines spread from one of the gashes, nearly reaching the back of her hand. "Where." He said, his voice tight, his own hands shaking. His mind was a blank as he stared at the sight in front of him. "The werewolf bar on the corner of-"

"Who?" He dropped the hand as Clarity stepped forward, her eyes only on Alarick. Brianne didn't answer, clutching her hand to her chest. "Who?" He asked again, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. Still she would not answer, only confirming his suspicions. He whirled around, yanking his bo staff from its holster and striding forward. Small, wiry arms wrapped around him, a grunt of pain accompanying the action.

"Let go." Alarick said, quite calm. Clarity rested her head against his back, speaking quickly, and quietly. "You know he would never do anything to hurt you. You know I wouldn't lie to you, and I've seen the way he cares for her. They're friends, it was probably a mistake. You need to calm down Alarick, you need to think. If you hurt him, that leaves Brianne without her creator. Without her creator she will go mad, and you'll be tasked to kill her. At least with him she has a chance, Alarick." Was Clarity crying? The wet spot on his back gave him his answer. "If you do this, you damn her to a far worse fate." The arms tightened around Alarick. "You're going to find the Mother of Fairies, right? She's been around for thousands of years, since the beginning. Ask her. Maybe there's a way she can save Brianne."

Alarick paused, and slowly, his mind began to work once more, analyzing and debating the angles to everything Clarity had said. With a sharp nod, minutes later he finally slipped his bo staff back into its holster, though the pit in his stomach remained. Clarity untangled her arms, and left to sit next to Brianne. "I'm staying in New York, I'll be with her. Never leave her side." She promised the Shadowhunter, wrapping an arm around Brianne. Alarick knelt in front of his baby sister, and she touched his face with her uninjured hand, tears in her eyes. "I'll find a way to help you. I swear it." He intoned, his voice low and gravelly. "I'll never abandon you." He reached up and kissed her forehead before leaving, carelessly shattering the Containment Rune as he went. Stalking through the great hall, he ignored everyone, but Rhett. Staring at the wolf with a look he wished would have killed, he turned and grabbed Nick. "We need to go, before I paint the walls with his blood."

The younger Shadowhunter's arm in a vice grip, he pulled him out the door and onto the road, back towards his safe house. "Sien, let's go." He didn't wait for the mage to follow in his haste.

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Morrigan offered a gentle smile towards Masque before turning to help Ash. taking the paper and some of the powder. "Vacation is a word that mundanes invented. I don't think it applies to the rest of us." she replied, focusing on the paper with her brow furrowed. "And I don't know if Gaia would have agreed to meet with us if we hadn't shown a unified front. I just....have a feeling." She started to draw the lines, being very careful not to make any mistakes. They didn't want to end up in the ocean, after all. She had the strangest idea that Masque couldn't swim.

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Brianne remained in the room with Clarity for a little longer, leaning her head on the ifrit's shoulder. "You handle him well." She murmured. "It's a shame you're not his type."

"Judging by the way he was looking at Nick, I'd say I'm the entirely wrong gender." She sighed, stroking Brianne's hair with a grimace. "You know he won't make it back in time."

Brianne shut her eyes. "Yeah, I know."

In a land not so terribly far away...


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Gaia rubbed the plant leaves between her fingers, the sharp scent of aloe lingering in the air as she dabbed the juice along the sunburned back of a child. "Mahadsanid." The child said in her small voice, to which Gaia responded with a smile and a pat on the girl's head. As the girl scampered off, she dipped her hands in the nearby river, letting the cool water run them clean.

To the humans who lived here, she was a kind woman who knew a little about plants, and stopped by to help them. She was glamoured to mimic their own physiology, though her own skin was much lighter, and her hair a different texture. She would stand out much more in her actual form then the one she now carried, and though she didn't think the locals would mind, Gaia had decided that centuries of being worshipped as a goddess left little in the way of actual human interaction. And though they were human, she couldn't help but feel a mothering instinct towards them.

Leaving a basket of potatoes and carrots with one of the women, Gaia made her way back towards the Seelie Court. It wasn't the original, nor was it as fine as the one she had left behind, but she found the naturalist take was much more to her liking. Her people, a combination of fey and Downworlders had built their homes into the giant trees that reached above the earth, ensuring they would never be found, if they didn't want to be.

Pausing by a tree, Gaia pressed her hands to the trunk, accelerating the growth of the already mammoth plant. It shot up, the wood creaking as it expanded much more quickly then the years it would have taken. She smiled, turning away as the tree continued to grow in the form she wished, that of another house, though vacant. After all, they would need a place for their guests of honor to stay.

 

Corvo led her through the streets of New York towards his hotel room. He was silent for the remainder of the trip, becoming increasingly paranoid about the Seelie Queen's powers of observation. He knew that she was watching. She had to be watching. The same way that she had watched Brianne. He had to move quickly to get this off his head. He had made a mistake going to her, and now he was paying for it. Although, it wasn't exactly his choice. After all, the Seelie Knights found him. This place... This place was far, far more dangerous than he had realised. This city was more treacherous than any that he had yet visited. He resisted the urge to clasp and unclasp his hands rapidly. There was another Nephilim here and he had to show absolute confidence and authority. When they made it to the hotel, he nodded to the receptionist to exist they existed and then went to the elevator. He hit the button for his floor, then waited impatiently for the elevator to rise. It dinged, and he stormed out of the lift towards his room. He swiped it with his key and opened it, allowed Roxanne inside and as soon as he was inside, slammed the door behind him. He crossed the room swiftly and picked up the magic mirror that he used to contract Yorick.
"I'm updating the Clave on our situation. I'm going to let them know you're working with me. Whatever it is you've done, that'll keep them off your back for at least a while." He explained. "Feel free to take a seat." There were a couple of chairs at a table on one side of the room. His bed was scattered with his various personal effects, mostly clothes, though the neat boxes for his Contender and the Magic Mirror lay there as well. He activated the communication device.
"Yorick, this is Corvo. Things have taken a turn for the worse here in New York. I require more of my equipment back at Alicante. This operation is going to be a lot more complicated than I initially anticipated to be." He spoke officially in a crisp tone of voice. "I'll need my crossbow. Send all the bolts. I get the impression that I'll either make use of some of them, or die before I get back. It's one of those jobs. Make sure you send the silver, and the iron bolts. I think that I have a case of Rowanwood stakes for my crossbow somewhere. And... Depending on how this goes, I might need reinforcements. This isn't going to be easy." Once he finished listing off what he wanted, he remembered that Roxanne was here.
"Also, Roxanne of the New York Institute is working with me." ​

 

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Yorick listened to Corvo's requests with an impassive face before nodding slowly. "Luckily, Inquisitor, I happened to foresee this turn of events after Alarick failed to deliver Masque." He turned to face Corvo. "I shall have your armaments delivered before the morning. I will personally see that they get there. As for Roxanne joining you...." he nodded. "This is good. But I must be the bearer of bad news." He stroked his beard before letting his hand drop.

"I have been advised of your current predicament. I would advise you complete the assassination of Brianne Lightwood as quickly as possible, in order to appease our Downworlder allies. Brianne has broken the Accords both knowingly and unknowingly, but that is beside the point now. Within three days she will no longer be a Nephilim, and to kill her then would be to break the Accords ourselves. You must be swift, Corvo." He paused. "And make sure to take the silver bullets." He waved his hand over the mirror, and turned to his assistant. "Ready my things, and ensure the weapons are packed appropriately. I expect to be in New York before dawn."

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Luce looked at Yorick with a smile. "At once, sir." She bowed from the waist before moving away. Yorick had the foresight to have packed Corvo's necessary weapons, minus one thing. Luce didn't understand why Yorick had been so adamant that the iron bullets be removed, but she had done as her master had asked. After all, to disobey him was to disobey the Clave, now.

And Luce had higher aspirations then simply being the assistant to the leader of the Nephilim.

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Clarity looked up at the sound of Rhett's voice, feeling Brianne tense next to her. She didn't say anything, didn't need to as she stood up, brushing Brianne's hair back from her face before striding to the werewolf. If she had been in better shape, she would have punched him. As it was, she grabbed his collar, pulling him to an inch from her own face. She could smell the scent of blood, but it was no longer a danger to anyone in the room. Her eyes burned as she stared up at the werewolf.

"What the fuck have you done?" She whispered, no venom in her voice, but no pity either. She was angry, and scared. Angry for Brianne, and scared for both Brianne and Rhett. There were going to be major consequences for her friends...if Brianne even survived. "What did you do, Rhett?" She dropped him, shoving him back and gasping at the pressure it put on her still healing ribs. "Do you understand what I had to do to make sure Alarick didn't try to murder you then and there? I had to lie to him. Do you know what happens when you lie to Alarick Lightwood?" There were tears in her eyes now, but she dashed them aside, gritting her teeth. "The virus has spread from her finger to her hand, in the span of an hour. What do you think is going to happen when it makes it to the veins in her wrists? To her aorta?" She paused, glancing back at the girl in question.

"What have you done?" She repeated in a whisper.

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Brianne ignored Clarity, ignored Rhett, ignored the pain her chest or the headache in her skull. She stared at the blackened veins in her finger, watching as it slowly, inch by inch, spread to her hand. If she would guess how much time she had left.....two days? Two days, when I used to have a life time. The only gratification was that Alarick wouldn't be here to see it happen, or Nick. At least they didn't have to see her that way.

 

"Ah thank you Yorick. I'll look forward to receiving -" He expected this? And worse, there was the idea of bad news. He visibly tensed, his paranoia spinning into overdrive. He gritted his teeth and waited to hear what was happening. What Yorick said made him stumble backwards with the gravity of it. He knows about what the Seelie Queen said to me? It continued to get worse. "What? How is that possible? How can Brianne stop being a Nephilim? Was it a vampire? A werewolf? Did they bite her? Is she really beyond help?" Yorick had no answer, and he was left with the advice to take the silver bullets. That was a given, he could be dealing with werewolves. If one of them had got to Brianne, surely she would be seeking help already? What was happening? He looked at Roxanne, an obviously troubled expression on his face. He stepped backwards and sat down on the face, looking around the room. The Seelie Queen. Yorick. They knew everything. She was watching. And she was reporting to Yorick. And he wanted him to kill his fellow Shadow Hunter. Was it a mercy? He looked at Roxanne and placed his hand on the gun in his coat. She heard everything. She'll try to stop me at any cost. She'll try to protect her. The Inquisitor was stuck for once. He had received direct orders from a ranking member of the Council, yet... He didn't want to do it. And yet... It was never an easy choice to enact judgement on a fellow Nephilim. He clenched his left fist. He watched Roxanne intently. He couldn't trust anything right now. The Seelie Queen and Yorick... This was not according to plan at all. What was happening here?
"There's more going on here that I realised..." He spoke, his eyes fixed on Roxanne. He was tense. Ready to move. If anything happened. Anything. He was on edge. Suddenly, things seemed a lot more complicated than before. ​

 

Nick scoffed as Clarity accused him of lying "I said I try to stay away from alcohol. I never said I have very good self-control" he smirked. Then they left, and some stuff happened. Nick went and made himself a cup of tea and sipped it slowly, staring curiously at everyone else. Just as he finished, Alarick rushed out and grabbed him by the arm. He was about to make some sassy remark until he saw the look on Alarick's face and decided to shut up. what did the werewolf do? I really hope Alarick calms down before somebody gets hurt. he thought, as he unquestioningly followed Nick

"Good, thank you" the doctor said as he noted something down "Just as we expected, yes. But I always like to make sure. Do you know of the demon..." Doctor Bishop peered at the paper at a word and sounded it out with his lips to try and work out how to pronounce the name "'Abyzathilad?' Currently goes by the name 'Gord'?"

Somewhere else in the city there lay an illustrious dining hall of an expensive hotel. The man, who went by the name "Gord Gottwell" had hired out this particular venue for himself and a group of friends and explicitly asked to be left in complete privacy. The staff had left long ago, and were paranoid about what the hell could be going in there. If they only knew. The ambiance of conversation filled the dining hall as Gord's friends sat and feasted upon what their illustrious host had provided. They were made up of werewolves, vampires, warlocks, all manner of demon spawn, and the man himself sat at the very head of the table in the largest chair the hotel could provide. He gazed upon his feast of decadence with a wide grin, but it was far from friendly. Gord checked his watch and nodded. It was time for the speech. Slowly, the hulking figure stood up. His shirt barely fit around his large belly, and his jacket was far too small, but somehow he still radiated authority. Despite the generally greasy look, his eyes spoke volumes of potential, as if one conversation with him could bring you wealth, health and happiness. He waited two seconds, then cleared his throat. Abruptly, the crowd stopped eating, wiped their mouths with serviettes, and paid attention to their host.
"My friends!" he greeted. Two second wait before speaking again "I hope you are enjoying the feast! You may have noticed this is fresh meat, as opposed to last time when we had to defrost it first" he grinned, and left four seconds for the crowd to laugh at his joke "Yes, the tyrrany of the shadowhunters is no more, they are in tatters. Dissent amongst their own agents, and all of them in the palm of the Seelie Queen. We need not fear them anymore! And thus, our hungers can be sated far easier" four seconds for the crowd to nod and chatter in agreement "A toast. To the fall of the nephilim, and the rise of the demons" Gord raised a goblet of thick red liquid and the crowd did so too echoing his sentiment. He returned to his seat and the hubbub returned. Satisfied his crowd were happy, he began to cut into the meat and gorge himself on the steak that lay before him. He could taste the freshness. It tasted of fear and pain in the last moments of death. Humanity... so delicious.

 

A lot happened, Brianne going ballistic for example and storming out of the room, seeing Clarity and Alarick went after her he didn't go. He had to wonder though, what had caused her to react like that? Well that was being taken care of and well there were people more quallified and who knew her better to look after her, no matter how curious he was. Rhett didn't seem to understand the simply idea for protection relied on you physicly being there to protect the person. Rhett also mentioned bigger fish to fry, bigger problems than the Inquisitor? Well that wasn't really his problem now was it? He would worm his way out if he did get caught up in it.

Aethel listened attentively to Felicia's narration of what had happened. The gaps were filled in and he now had a full account of what had been going on. "He'll come back for me, I can practicly guarantee it, Felicia." Aethel said "But I don't need the protection, I can take care of myself. Pick my time to fight given the chance. Run, hide, it'll be fine." He told her, the offer she made Rhett wasn't a very great plan and the wolf declined it, Aethel only smiled a little at this, was she new to being Alpha? everyone fought for their place, merging the packs would see a good bit of conflict as they established the new order within the pack before everything would run smoothely. Rhett disappeared and he was left with Felicia, realising he still had the liverwurst in hand he cut of a small piece of it for himself to snack on, before offering some to Felicia "You want some?" He asked politely "So what will you do now? I mean I appreciate the offer for protection but I can handle myself keeping myself around you lot will only give you more trouble than it's worth." He said, knowing full well that she might be pissy with him over his little outburst earlier, then again that wasn't anger at all atleast not intended to be, merely stating cold hard facts.

 

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Sien's attempt to get a better understanding on what was going about as well as one could expect given that there were still some information that he was lacking and thus had to assume to have in fit. Needless to say, it wasn't going all that well, so he decided to put this on hold for the time being. For right now he needed to deal with the fact that something had upset Alarick. Sien wasn't sure just what it was that had upset him, but he knew it must have been something big given the expression his face. "Did something happen?" Sien attempted to asked while following behind the nephilim.

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The talk between Rhett and Felicia had gone without any fight breaking out which was a good thing, but there was another issue now. After seeing both Alarick and Rhett run off towards the room that Brianne had gone to early. He was right, there was something wrong with her. It must have something to do with why her arm was trembling back at the bar. Creed certainly didn't know just what had happened back then and he wasn't trained to be able to figure out on his own either, but what he did know was that he was going to help her. Not right now though, he got the feeling that this wasn't exactly the best time for that.

Instead he choose to speak with Felicia."So, just how long have you been here?" Creed asked. There wasn't a particular reason behind him asking this, just a mixture of curiosity and him just asking the first thing that he could think of.