clarissa fray. (![]() ![]() @ 2012-07-19 23:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | !dice, clary fray, margaret |
Characters: Clary Fray and Margaret
When: Monday afternoon [ backdated to after this post. ]
Location: Front Dining Car
Warnings/Rating: Low, nothing high expected?
Summary: Clary and Margaret decide to exchange some tips on how to deal with runes, and what exactly Clary meant with the ‘shadowhunter’ business. At least neither turned into a vampire!
Status: Closed, dice, and ongoing!
With all the hassle of this newly acquired ability, and the fact that she had spent an exorbitant amount of time watching Simon eat anything he could get his hands on -- some of which Clary questioned, significantly -- she didn’t give much thought that she had actually stopped seeing fragments and snippets of runes that would formulate in her mind. Instead she was dousing blazes from Simon’s fire magic, or scavenging the train to see where he teleported off to, or singing pop music with cheesy lyrics to only keep Simon from reading her thoughts unexpectedly. It wasn’t until someone had mentioned being plagued with the same ability that she had that she felt the sudden void of the runes being gone. While runes seemed pointless aboard the train, she still did want to keep her own collection for use when they returned home. If they returned home. Just in case, Clary snagged the scraps of paper she was claiming as a sketchbook and a pen that was slowly running out of ink. Perhaps if the girl had gotten any, Clary could trace them, make them more finite. She frowned thinking that for once she would not be the one making up these runes, and hoped that she wouldn’t seem too bitter about the loss. They would come back. Everyone on the network only believed it to be an insignificant blip in what was the ‘craziness’ of the train. Clary put on a brave face as she walked down the hallway toward the dining car. It would be okay. It would be okay. Clary, after spending some time with her finding powers, made sure not to ask herself questions of ‘where’. Her thoughts had often drifted to such pointless questions like “where would I possibly have put my brush?” -- which was unnecessary since she had clearly just used it a moment ago and yet still felt the pull toward the bathroom where she had just came from. As long she she kept account of everything she would never have to ask where. This was important, since she wanted to ask where was the girl with her skills? but skills was generic and maybe other girls on the train had drawing capabilities or could curl their tongue into a shamrock. It would have been counterproductive. So, intensely trying to keep her curiosity at bay, Clary claimed a table like she said she would and waited, doodling on the paper, but nothing of runic nature seemed to grace her mind or the paper. |