Magnus Bane (![]() ![]() @ 2012-10-17 23:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | clary fray, {magnus bane |
Characters: Magnus Bane and Clary Fray, also open to the Lightwoods and Jace Wayland!
When: The ungodly hours of Tuesday night/Wednesday morning
Location: Narnia! Wilderness!
Warnings/Rating: None/Low
Summary: Lockout shenanigans.
Status: Closed/Ongoing
Magnus Bane the High Warlock of Brooklyn was many things, but an outdoorsman was most certainly not one of them. Hiking? No thank you. Camping? Absolutely not. Unfortunately however, his Tuesday night had already consisted of the equivalent of both of those activities and neither of them had been voluntary. Like most of the train, Magnus had been rudely awakened when he suddenly found himself transported out of his nice warm bed and locked outside in the snow with nothing but the clothes on his back. To make matters worse, not only were they physically locked out of train, as they realized rather quickly of course, but magically as well. Much to his frustration, Magnus could neither get back into the train nor get anything out of it. None of his usual portaling or summoning spells seemed to have any effect and after a while he’d resorted to just throwing whatever he could at the train. At this point he was freezing cold and he really didn’t care overmuch if blowing the damn door off was what it was going to take to get back inside. Of course, all of his attempts at re-boarding were unsuccessful. Whatever the hell it was that the train was up to, it was not going to allow itself to be tampered with it seemed. They were stranded until such time that it decided to open its doors again. If it even decided to open its doors again. Perhaps whoever was running this whole production had finally grown tired of them and decided to call it quits by simply abandoning them all in the icy wilderness. Magnus heaved an exasperated sigh before Alec convinced him that they should go and look for the others. It didn’t take long at all before they were reunited with their merry little band of Shadowhunters (or most of them at least) and a rather aggravated Magnus was reluctantly traipsing after them into the woods. Fortunately they didn’t have to trudge through the snow for too long before they found a small clearing among the snow covered trees. All of them had agreed that straying too far from the train was probably a bad idea lest it decide to change its apparently sentient mind all of the sudden. Before Magnus could even say anything, Alec and Jace took it upon themselves to immediately set about making a fire. Or, attempting to at least. The warlock wasn’t about to complain. He was tired and cold and in a terrible mood. He decided he’d rather huddle up in his coat and watch the strapping young men before him set to work. Sinking down onto a felled log, Magnus sat beside Clary while Alec and Jace bickered back and forth with one another. “You know...” he said, turning towards her after a rather long silence. “I’ve always wondered. Is that red your natural color?” |