The Mortal Instruments and Infernal Devices Crazed Fangirls Club discussion

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Jasmine swung her glowing seraph blade down in an arc over her head, making a deep cut across the shax demon. It oozed black ichor from the wound and growled. She stabbed the demon’s throat and watched it disintegrate into a cloud of dust.
Placing the blade back in her belt, she shook her head. “Ergh, it gets in my hair. Every. Single. Time.” She mumbled to herself.

Jasmine picked up the second seraph blade from the floor and stuck it in her boot, slung her bow over her shoulder and wrapped her whip around her waist. Before walking out of the door, half hanging off its hinges, she scattered the remains of the demon with her foot, just in case a sighted mundane wandered onto the construction site. Walking up 10th Avenue towards the Upper West Side, she stopped at a shop window and peered in. On display were various cooking utensils. Jasmine concentrated on the objects and watched them change into what they really were, arrows, knives, scathes and other weapons for sale. Jasmine smiled, finally she could pick-up her new gear, shipped all the way from Idris.

Pierre grinned at the werewolf standing in front of him.
“It will cost vous, I do not do spells for free. Cinq mille, to be exact.” He said, his English slipping. An expectant smile spread across his lips as the werewolf frowned.
“What?” It asked, perplexed by his words.
“Pay me five thousand, and then I shall do your spell.”
“Five thousand? All I want is an invisibility charm! Besides, you owe the Children of the Moon a favour, as I hear.”
Pierre’s grin was wiped from his face in an instant and his eyes clouded into a dangerous glaze. “I owe Gracian, not a lowly Downwolder.” He said, stepping back into the shadows, “when you have my money, alors je vais vous donner le charme.”
“Huh?”
“Get the money and I’ll get you the charm.”

Fawn pulled a black, long sleeve v-neck over her head and tugged down on the clingy material until it settled over her body comfortably. She yanked on a pair of jeans and quickly fixed her golden-blonde hair into a neat french braid. She hurried over to her closet and dug around the bottom until she found her black military boots. On her way out of the room, she stopped to look at herself in the body-length mirror by the door. A tall, lean, blue-eyed, girl looked back at her with fury written plainly on her face. Fawn smiled immediately, attempting to make herself look less angry. After a minute or so of contorting her face to find a happy expression, she gave up and harshly flung open the door to her room, striding down the hallway at a clipped pace.

Jasmine skipped down the street –hidden from mundanes with a glamour- her shopping bags swinging and hair flying and jumping around her. She skidded to a stop in front of the Institute and jumped over the fence, racing to the great doors.
“I am Nephilim, child of the Angel, Raziel. Let me in.” She said, unlocking the door with her touch.
As she walked down the hall, witchlight torches lit themselves and the ground in front of her. A fat gray Persian cat trotted past her, not even glancing in her direction.
“Good to see you to, Church.” She said, a hiss returned in answer.
“Ren? Fawn? Aaaaanyone home?” She called up the stairs.

((Anyone want to join in?))

((Oh sure~))
Rass looked up from a worn book she was flipping through.Her eyes lit up, smiling.
"Oh...hey, Jasmine..." She yawned out, waving.

* Scream from outside *

NOT PART OF THE ROLEPLAY:
It's night right? 'Cause vamps can't go out in the morning and Alexandra is a vampire! :P

((Sure, the sun can be down.))

Fawn heard Jasmine call from downstairs.
"I'm upstairs!" She hollered back, before continuing towards the weapons room.
A nagging voice whispered at her from somewhere in the back of her head.
Turn back, turn back, turn back.

Jasmine walked over to Rass "Hey." She turned her head upside down and read the title from the cover, "good choice. Wonderful read." she said. "Want to come ask Fawn what she wants for dinner? We can get Thai...?" She pulled her black sleeves down and gripped them in her fingers.

Pierre walked down the street towards the Institute, his head held high and his hands in his pockets.
When he got to the door he pulled a long rope making a bell resonate through the old building.
“Is anybody accueil?” he said, leaning casually against the door frame.

“I’ll get it!” Jasmine sprang upright and bolted back down the hall to the door. She opened the great door a fraction and stuck her head out. “Oh, it’s you again. What do you want?” she asked.
“I have information the Conclave would find intéressant… Interesting. Let me in little pig.” said the warlock.
"Not interested." She went to close the door but was stopped by his shoe. She looked up at him. "If you're that desperate to bask in my glow, you're welcome to come as a guest, Pierre." Jasmine opened the door to let him in.
"Thank you,"
"Don't mention it. To anybody, I'd get in trouble."
Jasmine led Pierre down the hall to Rass. "Look whose here." she said. “Though I think he just wants to stay for dinner.”

Fawn clenched and unclenched her fists as she neared the weapons room. Her stride slowed before she came to a halt, and cautiously opened the door.
One foot inside. Two feet inside.
The door banged shut behind Fawn, and she kicked herself for letting it. Now everyone would know where she was.
All the more reason to HURRY, Fawn. The voice warned.
She stepped further into the room, scanning the walls for It.

Jasmine tilted her head to the side. A smile spread across her lips and she crept up the stairs quietly. "Fawn... Fawny Fawn. What are you doing in the weapons room?" She cooed as though she was talking to a child. Jessie leaned her ear against the door, feeling the always-cold wood under her fingers. "What are you doing?" She whispered, only just loud enough for Fawn to hear.

((Hey, what'd you know? Turns out Jasmine is slightly insane. I feel sort of sorry for my character sometimes, they always change depending on how I'm feeling while I'm writing XD ))

Fawn spun around at the sound of Jasmine's voice. "Nothing. My stele broke. I need a new one." Her tone was clipped.

"A new stele?" Jasmine’s brow creased. "You won’t find one in there. You'll have to get another ordered in from Idris." She cracked open the door and poked her head in. "Want Chinese for dinner?"

Fawn forced a smile. "Sounds great." She sighed before slowly striding to the door.

Jasmine titled her head. “Do you want me to order one for you?” She said, leading her downstairs to a smiling Pierre.

storm was walking on the street while it was rainning out

((I don't think anyone else is playing here any more, do you want Jasmine or Pierre to come meet you?))

i dont care

((Whoo! I can see the enthusiasm burning from here.))

Jasmine skipped out of the church, pulling the great doors closed behind her. She started down the street, her handbag swinging on her arm. Her feet started skipping, though she had no trouble in the high heels.

((can I join ))

((Most certainly :) Its dead at the moment, but it could always turn into a one-on-one kind of thing until we spam them with enough notices :p ))