Who: Clarissa Morgenstern & Open What: Coffee, walking, demon attack? When: Early evening, around sunset Where: On her way back from a Starbucks to the Welcome Center Rating: PG for now Status: Incomplete, open
She'd been here a few days, and was pretty sure she had the ground rules. Instead of Shadowhunters, there were Slayers. Demons and Downworlders didn't have the same rules here, and she was pretty sure they didn't have the name 'Downworlders' here at all. She wasn't like Slayers, but their jobs were pretty much the same, only the life she had walked into was much more secrete than the lief of Slayers here.
So far she'd managed to not run into any demons. She'd been unable to track down any Seraph blades, but she did hold two daggers in her boots just to be sure. Still, she had wished she had received some training from the Institute before she had been dragged off into some war that she didn't even know existed last week. Hadn't fighting in her own war been enough? She never went anywhere without her Stele either, it was constantly with her, it made her feel a bit more secure. Safer, she had her strongest weapon with her.
The sun had started to set as she left Starbucks. She'd spent the past few hours there reading, and by the time she got back to the Welcome Center, it would be near dark. Stepping out into the setting sunlight, a coffee in her hand, the sun hit her hair, causing it to flare in colour, looking almost on fire. Looking up and down the street, she closed her jacket around here, and started her walk. Since arrive she'd talked up on long sleeved clothes, not wanting to expose her small collection of rune scars the decorated her arms. She wasn't ashamed of them, she was proud of them, but she didn't want to attract attention.
She rounded a corner and cut down a small side street, picking up her pace. Not until she heard the sound of something crashing behind her. Stopping, she looked over her shoulder. Out from one of the doors came this...yellowish..thing. It had to be a demon, with a fin on his head. Even if Jace was here, she was pretty sure he couldn't identify this one. He seemed panicked, angry, and annoyed. When he set sights on her, he didn't seem to pleased.
"Oh hell." she breathed, before backing up a few steps. He matched her pace, and from somewhere in his arms he seemed to produce these...spikes, or knives of some kind. She ducked as one came flying at her, and she took that opportunity to grab one of the daggers from her boots. No, she had no training, but for some reason she had a natural ability to catch on fast. Throwing sharp objects had always worked before.
But she started running, feet pounding along the sidewalk. If only she had been marked to move swiftly and silently. Over her shoulder came another spike, just missing her face. Cursing, she spun, and her hand responded automatically, her had shot forward and the dagger went flying through the air, burying itself in the demons chest. Apparently not close enough to the heart. He stumbled, seemed more pissed off, and then pulled it out, dripping yellow blood, but he kept on after her. "Oh, come on." she said said, and then she spun and kept on running. It was going to catch up to her, she wasn't that fast. She'd never be as fast as Jace. She couldn't lead it back to the Welcome Center, so instead she changed directions.