The Mortal Instruments Roleplay discussion

Weapon racks fill the room, loaded with various weapons including, but not limited to: Seraph blades, axes, bows, maces, daggers and spears.

Destiny walked in, looking for the weapon she needed. She just needed one more for her current Seraph was enough to kill. "Pick one Averlyn, " Destiny told her. "Let's wait for Evelyn, she'll help us," Averlyn replied firmly. Destiny rolled her eyes and gazed at the wide array of weapons.

Evelyn walked in and saw the girls trying to decide on what weapons to pick. She herself grabbed a few throwing stars and a seraph blade to accompany the daggers already at her hip. "What do you have so far?" she asked, turning to the girls.

"I was waiting for you," Averlyn replied. Destiny was holding a knife and put it into a weapon's belt, together with her Seraph blade, Shadow. "I've been waiting for you to choose for her," Destiny said without variation of her voice.

"I take it you have your knife?" Evelyn asked Averlyn. "So I'd go with a regular seraph blade and maybe these bracelets," she said, holding out the blessed steal bracelets that had runes carved into them, increasing the strength, agility and endurance of their wearer, on top of being fatal to vampires.

Averlyn nodded and took them from Evelyn. "Thanks," she said. "Its 10pm, the night is still young, let's go!" Averlyn finished with her famous and blinding smile.

"That it is," Evelyn said, smiling, before leading the two out of the weapons room and the Institute itself.
((To Pandemonium!!!))

Destiny smiled silently to herself as they walked out to the streets, heading towards the club whereas Averlyn has been telling Evelyn everything about it.

Angie stepped into the weapons room , deciding she would practice her knife throwing. She walked to the middle of the room and stopped, smiling. She looked around the familiar room, remembering the first time she had came here. She had only been a little 7 year old, but she had already felt at home there. It had always been her favorite room in The Institute.

Snapping back to the present, Angie walked over to a side table and grabbed a set of throwing daggers. She moved so she was facing the target on the other side of the room and brought up one dagger, pointing the sharp end at the target. She threw the dagger hard and it landed in the center of the target. Grinning, she threw the others daggers at different targets, all hitting the dead center.

Nao walks into the weapons room and looks for a good blade to train with.

Angie turns her head sharply when she hears someone enter the weapons room. Seeing that it was just Nao, she walks over to him. "Well, hello."

Angie sighed and set her blades back down on the weapons table. She would probably go to the training room some time later today, but she wanted to take a break first, see what had happened while she was up here. You couldn't seem to sleep in this institute without missing out on something huge. Angie smiled at Nao and said, "Have fun!" She walked out of the room and closed the door behind her.

Neo stops looking thought everything and leaves. He dose not know anyone.

Zuki glanced about the cold and sharp weapons as she strode silently and cat-like into the room. Some of the fierce weapons were larger than she, but she still loved to admire the strength the weapons seemed to give off. She pulled her long red locks back with her daggers, her gaze sweeping over each weapon. She was off to combat training, but she enjoyed the array of deadly weapons-they gave her a fearless feeling-one that made her feel as if she were invincible.

Laurelie stepped silently into the room, then selected a bag full of seraph arrowheads and began fitting them onto her arrows, discarding her old, blunt tips. After she finished, she slipped a pair of seraph blades into her belt, naming them quietly Iaziel and Mivuriel. She left.