The Infernal Devices and Mortal Instrument Roleplay discussion

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(Of course this is what Shadowhunters, and downworlders see. Humans see an old abandoned or burnt down building.)

Ariana Kingsleigh stared at the giant door in front of her, debating on whether or not she should knock.

Ivi paced in the hallway inside of the front doors. She had been told by the clave that a new shadowhunter was coming.to live at the Institute.

Ari raised a hand to the door and knocked.

Ivi hurried over to the door and opened it.

Ari took a step back and stared. "Uh..." she started very intelligently.

Ivi smiled. "You're here to live at the Institute right?"

Ari snapped her mouth closed. "Yup," she said. "I'm Ari. Ari Lightwood." She smiled.

Ivi's smile faltered. "You wouldn't happen to be related to Benedict Lightwood?" she asked.

Ari nodded. "My delightful uncle," she said sourly.

Ivi regained her smile. "Please come in," she said gesturing to the inside. "Has Benedict told you anything about his history with the Fairchilds?"

Ari shook her head. "No history," she said. "Just that you all are cheating bastards out to accomplish your own ends. Was that out loud?"

Ivi nodded. "Do you believe him?"

Ari shrugged. "Haven't known any long enough," she said. "I like to make my own opinions."

Ivi smiled. "You'll like it here. Does Benedict know your here?"

Ari shrugged. "Possibly," she said. "I left a note. Dunno if he read it yet. I kinda hurried over."

Ivi smiled more widely. "Can't wait to see the look on his face,"

Ari bit her own lip to keep from grinning. Can't have these people thinking she liked it here already.

Ivi led led her to the staircase that would lead to the rest of the house.

((We'll roleplay in here for the staircase, but then we need to go to a different thing since we're not in the front entrance))

Ari gaped. "No wonder Uncle Ben wants to own this place," she muttered.

Ivi laughed. "You say that because of what you've seen. But, you haven't seen nothing yet,"

"If you really want to know," Ari said, rather bored, "dear old Benny wants this place a bit too much to relax on your part."

Ivi laughed again. "He may want it, but he'll never have it,"

Ari smiled. "I'm highly good at making people laugh, aren't I?"

"I always laugh at anything about Benedict Lightwood. Have you met his youngest Gabriel? Completely a Benedict mini me,"

Ari stopped walking. "Gabriel," she echoed, "is my cousin. My favorite cousin." She frowned.

Ivi's smile faded. "Well, what about Gideon? He lives here, you'll get to see him,"

Ari forced a strained smile. "That's good," she said. Gabe was nothing like her uncle.

Ivi smiled reasurringly. "Come. I'll show you the dining hall,"

((Go to the dining hall))

(( m'kay. ))

Peter walked with Damon up the Institute steps.

Ari and Mason walked over to the front entrance. "'Lo?" Ari called.

Peter looked up at Ari and glared. "It was all your fault," he mumbled.

Ari matched his glare. " My fault?" she repeated.

Damon puts a hand on Peter's shoulder and gives im a hard look. 'He's just stressed Ari, leave it alone' Damon gives Mason a heated glance, his eyes flash of their own accord and Damon tries to focus once again on the situation at hand. Damon smiles at Ari reassuringly hoping she wont bait Peter in this mood.

Ari narrowed her eyes. "I'm not the one running wildly around London."

Damon's hold on Peter's shoulder tightened slightly. 'Ari' says Damon 'please, i know it was wrong for us to leave you in that way, but this is not the time-', suddenly Peter pulls out of Damon's grasp and walks off angrily, supposedly back to his room. Damon thinks about going after him, but holds himself back, sometimes you need to be alone.

Ari clenched her jaw tightly. "I'm going to talk to Ivi." She spun on her heel and stalked off. Mason looked like she was trying not to laugh.

Damon's tense shoulder sag slightly in relief and he says to Mason 'it is not humourus Mason, not at all, i do not understand Ari, it worries me' he meets her gaze seriously.

"Ari is fairly simple," Mason said. "You're just not a GIRL, so you don't get it."

(guy? victorian england remember;)

'Then explain it to me, i understand Peter, but i have had years to do so, do you know if she...cares for anyone?' Damon asks hesitantly.

Mason raised her eyebrows. "It's not my place to tell you," she said.It was obvious.

(does she like Peter, just so i know for sure, because i havent seen much of them together thats all)

Damon nods, 'I know it is not. I was only inquiring as to understand her better, she seems rather special, strong willed too' he says with a small smile remebering their conversations.

(( She does. ))

Mason smiled slightly. "I've just met her and I know that."

(how much does she like him, like A LOT or just bit or is there anyone else, just want to be completely in the circle of info iwas late to this rp;)

Damon finds himself wanting to confide in Mason, but he knows it is not his secret to tell, it is Peter's, and Damon already has pleny of horrifying secrets of his own. 'She is definitely something, although im not at all sure what she thinks of me, i believe i have both scared and angered her in a very short amount of time'

(( Just a little. She just met him. ))

Mason smirked. "Shadowhunters: so tactful."

Damon smirks 'I do believe i have tact, i just have trouble not being myself' says Damon.

Mason nodded. "And who is that?"

Damon turns the full intensity of his gaze on her, 'Thats the problem, i never truly know, all i DO know is that im not like others' says Damon.