The Mortal Instruments Roleplay discussion

A long table sits in the center of this room. It's purpose, clearly, is to provide the Shadowhunters a place to eat their meals in the company of others.

Averlyn hummed a tune while putting out utensil for herself, Destiny and Evelyn. She personally though Evelyn was a nice person, cooking for them and listening to their problems but she couldn't get why her best friend, Destiny didn't trust her. "Averlyn?" Destiny asked. "Yes?" "Nevermind," Destiny said hastily as she saw Evelyn walking towards them.

((Make sure you put a sentence in your post so people know when you characters enter or leave a room.))

Evelyn walked into the dining room, carefully balancing the two steaming pots. She through two potholders on the table so the incredibly hot pots wouldn't burn it, and then set them down. "Foods done," she said unnecessarily.

((Alright, I'll do that now))
Destiny sat down, beside Averlyn and told them, "Bon Appetite" Averlyn acknowledged it with a similar greeting and ate her spaghetti with a smile, sometimes she just didn't act like 17. "After this, are we going anyway? The Pandemonium perhaps?" she asked Evelyn for some sort of permission.

((Ok, thanks (: ))
Evelyn twirled some spaghetti on her fork, thinking about the question. The girls were trained well enough, as long as they were careful. She nodded slowly. "You're more than welcome to. Just make sure you have a few extra weapons on hand," she said.

"Join us," Destiny looked at Evelyn in the eye and continued, "You want to know me better don't you?"

"It's not really my thing. And besides, I can't leave the Institute unguarded," she said, slightly sad, because Destiny was right. She did want to get to know her better.

((By the way, if you have any more places you want me to add, just let me know!))

"Downworlders can't get in here," Averlyn said, mouth half full. "You could relax abit," Averlyn swallowed.
((Sure^^))

"But if another Shadowhunter comes here in need of aid and I'm not here..." she trailed off before taking another bite of spaghetti.

"Just this once Evelyn. You hardly go out of this Institute," Destiny was surprised at how much she wanted Evelyn to go with them. She could protect both her and Averlyn but a girls' night out could actually be fun, probably.

She pursed her lips together, thinking. Nobody had come to the institute in a long while. What were the odds of anybody showing up tonight? And it would just be a few hours...
She smiled. "Fine, but only for a few hours, 'kay?"

Averlyn smiled and Destiny nodded, put down her untesils and folded her arms. "Great. So what do you want to wear?" she queried, voice still steady, hiding her excitement. "And you Averlyn, you'll be flirting with guys I suppose?" Destiny raised an eyebrow at Averlyn, before being shoved playfully by her friend.

Evelyn blinked. She hadn't thought about what she'd be wearing. "I don't know," she said slowly. She hadn't ever been to Pandemonium. Sure, she'd heard of it, but not that much.

Averlyn snapped her fingers, "You'll look perfect in Destiny's dress, with a leather jacket over it. Your hair can be put down, throw in some boots and your weapon belt, you're all set!" Destiny agreed and started to walk to her bedroom, appearing back a minute later with a dress that suited Evelyn.

Evelyn's eyes trailed over the dress, half-empty plate of spaghetti forgotten. They were right. It would look nice on her. She smiled at them and took the dress, disappearing to get changed.

"I'm ready whenever you are," Destiny told Averlyn. Destiny was wearing short jeans with a T-Shirt that was too short for her and sneakers. Her hair was down, as if she knew they would be going there tonight. "Just a sec," Averlyn held up one finger and ran to her room, coming out with her hair braided, Destiny had no idea how did she do it so fast. Averlyn was wearing a skirt with a pink shirt with a white jacket over it, also wearing boots that were her favourite.

Evelyn walked back into the dining room, black boots clicking on the hard floor. Destiny's dress looked great on her, but partnered with a leather jacket, it looked amazing. She had taken her hair out of its bun and it fell down past her shoulders in layered brown waves.

The two girls looked at Evelyn, mouths opened. Destiny managed, "You look great. Amazing!" Shucks, she thought, I'm supposed to be composed.

Evelyn smiled at the two girls. "Why thank you," she said, fighting to hide the elation she felt at the fact that Destiny had said it. The girl was just always so reserved and Evelyn didn't really think that Destiny liked her. "Let me clean up the dining room quick. Then we'll make a stop at the weapons room and then be on our way," she said as she scurried back and forth between the kitchen and dining room.

((See you at the weapons room?))
"We'll wait for you at the weapons room," Averlyn closed her mouth, finally.

((Right-o))
"Ok, Averlyn," she said as she grabbed all of the plates and rushed them to the sink in the kitchen. She'd wash them later. Then she had to take care of the leftover spaghetti and sauce.

After quickly putting the spaghetti in the fridge, Evelyn headed up to the weapons room.

Jake entered what had to be the dining room. A long table filled the room with chairs lining either side. A potholder was in the center of the table. He walked over and grabbed it.
"Still a little warm," he said to himself. So where did they go? He looked around once more and saw an open doorway that led to the kitchen. His growling stomach had him walking that way.

Jake walked back out of the kitchen and quickly set his hot plate on the table. He waved his sore hand in the air for a few seconds, trying to stop the burning feeling. Then he pulled out a chair and sat down.
"Time to eat," he said to himself. "Then I'll look for the other Shadowhunters."

After searching most of the Institute for the visitor, Evelyn stopped dead in her tracks when she saw him just sitting at the table, eating spaghetti. His back was to them, so the golden-brown haired young man had yet to notice them.

Destiny was the first to approach and her eyes fell onto a guy who was eating with their cat pacing near him. "Who are you?" Averlyn came in, panting as she tried to catch up with Destiny with her skirt.

Jake swallowed his bite of spaghetti and turned to the girl. "Jacob Everclaw at your service," he said with a smile. "You can call me Jake, though."

Averlyn smiled, "Averlyn Ravens, havin' a good meal?" While she did that, Destiny stood by the side, her eyes cold and as hard as stone.

"That I am, miss Ravens. Who is the amazing cook who made this meal?" he asked, still smiling, in spite of the other girl's cold gaze.

"That would be me," Evelyn said as she moved into the room, finally. "I'm glad you like it," she added.

Jake shifted his gaze to the woman. "You must be Evilyn, head of the institute, right?" he asked.

"Yes," Evilyn said, not surprised he knew her name. He had probably done his homework before showing up here. But why had he shown up here?

"You're from?" Averlyn raised an eyebrow. Destiny folded her arms, still watching him. She was not sure whether to start introducing herself to him, after all she doesn't trust people that easily, especially people who came into the Institute without notice.

"Idris. Although I'm hoping to take up permanent residence here, if that's okay," he said, directing his last comment towards Evelyn.

"Of course it's OK!" Evelyn said, delighted. The Institute always seemed so lonely. An extra member would be delightful.

Jake's smile grew. No more Idris and hypothetical situations for him! He'd actually get to see the sights of New York and fight demons!

((Will be back soon, around 6hrs or so...Bye!))

((Right-o. Bye!))

Averlyn nodded thoughtfully and whispered to Destiny, "He seems like a nice guy." Destiny remained quiet as she processed everythig in her brain. "I'm Destiny Fallens," she said to him.

((sorry, was at a concert.))
Jake nodded towards the girl and said, "Pleasure to meet you."

((Its fine, I was at school))

"How old are you?" Destiny asked, her voice still had hints of not trusting that guy. "Evelyn, did you hear banging on the gate? And someone's walking through the hallway," Averlyn asked Evelyn, pulling her to the side.

((And then I was sleeping and had practice :P ))
I'm 17," Jake said, twirling more spaghetti around his fork. "And you?"

Evelyn nodded. "Yes, I heard it," she said quietly. Louder, she said, "Jake, it was nice to meet you, and I do hope you stay here, but I need to go check on something." With that, she turned and exited the room before anyone could respond.

"I'm 17 too," Destiny muttered, sighing angrily. Averlyn sat in front of him, "What do you think of her?" She talked whole Destiny paced around, thinking of ways to ignore Jake's politeness. No one could stand her attitude except for Averlyn and Evelyn but he could, which was pretty amazing.

Jake laughed as he watched Destiny pace. Turning his gray gaze to Averlyn, he said, "She's something. His eyes trailed down to her clothing. Looked like she had been out somewhere. He then recalled the dress and jacket that Evelyn had been wearing. "Where were you girls?" he asked curiously.

"The Pandemonium, do you know it?" Averlyn replied and asked. "And yes, she's something. I don't get why she doesn't like talking to new people and doesn't trust them. Any ideas?"

In response to her first question, he shook his head. "'fraid not. This is my first time in New York and I came straight here." To her second question, he stopped and thought for a while, taking a bite of his cooling spaghetti to buy time. "As for her, something could have happened when she was younger. Or she coulf just be trying to protect herself," he said, though he didn't add the 'and you' that he was thinking.

"Then tomorrow night after training we can go there together. More of us are staying here now, Evelyn doesn't have to worry about intruders," Averlyn pursed her lips and continued, "I'm 17, but Destiny stil tries to protect me, and takes a long long time to trust someone. 3 years, then Destiny started talking to Evelyn properly." Averlyn knew it was too much to say to a guy whom she barely knew but he was part of them, she could sense it and it'll be nice to give him a cover of Destiny. While Averlyn talked, Destiny walked to the hallway to join Evelyn in seeing who needed help.

"Sounds great!" he said, smiling at her. "I don't think I've ever been to a club," he mused. "The closest thing they have in Idris is the yearly ballroom dance." He had never saw the fun in those, but he always went with his parents. He'd done more sitting and talking than dancing.
"And don't worry. I won't go crazy because Destiny give me the cold shoulder," he saod. "I didn't really expect the welcome I've gotten so far, to be honest." He hadn't known what to expect, so he had been waiting for the worst.

"Sounds great!" he said, smiling at her. "I don't think I've ever been to a club," he mused. "The closest thing they have in Idris is the yearly ballroom dance." He had never saw the fun in those, but he always went with his parents. He'd done more sitting and talking than dancing.
"And don't worry. I won't go crazy because Destiny give me the cold shoulder," he saod. "I didn't really expect the welcome I've gotten so far, to be honest." He hadn't known what to expect, so he had been waiting for the worst.

"At least you have ballroom dances, I think its quite romantic," then Averlyn chuckled, "Glad you won't go crazy, by the way, we were there so we weren't here to welcome you, sorry for that."
"Destiny can't keep avoiding people," Averlyn muttered under her breath, "I'll make sure of that."

"Romantic was about as useful to me as a fork when trying to eat soup," he said. "I didn't have a girlfriend or anything. Sure, I danced with a couple of different girls, but they just put up with me because I would occasionally say something funny." He looked at his now spaghetti-less plate. "I'll be right back," he said before standing up. He grabbed the plate and walked to the kitchen, where he dropped the plate in the sink, grabbed his bag and walked back to his seat in the dining room.
"Miss me?" he asked with an easy smile.

"Well, for moment, " she flashed him a radiant smile back. Then she stood up and smoothed her skirt, "I'll change and come back soon." Then she changed out of her skirt and shirt into comfortable short shorts and a normal T-shirt. Clubbing time was over. "I look much more casual now don't I? And a few girls you danced with," she referred back to his statement, "probably fell in love with you for that fraction of a second."

He smiled and then waited for her to come back out. When she reappeared, his stormy eyes automatically swept from the top of her head to the bottom of her feet. He wasnt sure which outfit suited her better. She looked just as pretty in each, but where this one looked more comfortable and approachable, the other had looked flirty and fun. He laughed at her comment and shook his head. "I'm not quite that smooth."

Averlyn said, "Admit it, yes you are. What weapons do you use? I can't wait to train with you." Then she leaned back against the wall and looked through the hallway, gaze to the weapons room. It was her favourite place in the Institute.

"It's not going to do me much good to argue with you, is it?" he asked with a grin. "And I use just about everything."