Clary Fray (angel_blood) wrote in ohanascenes, @ 2015-08-28 07:22:00 |
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It didn’t matter how much training Isabelle had when it came to dealing with downworlders. The truth was that it was just too much to handle. Every night, she headed out into the city to keep the innocent people safe. She could slaughter about a dozen vampires a night, and that was considered a light workload. These snake vampires were a lot different than the regular vampires she was used to taking on, so they required a great deal more skill and several more runes than she was used to marking herself with. The days were filled with restless sleep and fitful dreams, only for her to wake up again in the evening and start all over. She was glad to note that she was encountering less and less of these vampires every time she went out, which made her work a bit easier at times. Still, it didn’t put her mind at ease at all. This was a very dangerous place indeed, not because of the strange villains appearing suddenly, but because of the unexpected. Isabelle would have taken on hundreds of thousands of vampires if she only knew that this was going to be it. But the reality was that she had no idea what was to come next. It could have been anything really, and that fact seriously messed with her head. It was a rare moment to see Izzy out in the daylight hours, considering her nights were filled with vigilante work. She would have hated to know that she was being called a vigilante, because Shadowhunter work was not the same as flitting about in a tight leather outfit and looking fashionable while thinking you could take on whichever enemy stood before you. Being a Shadowhunter took years of study, diligence and practice. To sully the name of Shadowhunters by calling them mere vigilantes was the highest form of blasphemy she could think of. So, it was a good thing she didn’t know. Spotting Clary not far from her, she waved to the other girl, whose flowy, red hair cascaded in the wind. Even though Clary wasn’t from her same time, Izzy still felt as fiercely protective of her as ever. They may have not exactly been best friends at the time where Clary was coming from, but to Izzy, Clary was more like a sister than anything else. And she was not about to lose another family member. Not ever again. “Alright there, Clary?” “Oh hey,” Clary greeted tiredly, a large cup of coffee in hand. She, too, had been up late at night fighting the vampires, but she was also trying to hold onto her job at the coffee shop, because vigilantism - or however Isabelle preferred to think of it as - didn’t pay. Maybe it did back at home, where Institutes were funded and Nephilim got to invest their spoils of war, but there was no Institute here and no funding, and she really needed to invest in better clothes that wouldn’t rip or show stains after a night of fighting. She wasn’t about to stop, though. After growing up knowing nothing about her Shadowhunter heritage, Clary had taken to it like a duck to water. She had been born to it - maybe even more so than most, thanks to the angel blood coursing through her system. Jace had gotten the incredible physical prowess from it, but Clary felt just as alive as he did when she was in battle. With an angel blade in one hand and a stele in the other, she could almost feel her blood singing in her veins. She’d thought Isabelle scary and intense when she’d first met her, but now she understood her. “How’s it going?” she asked as they got closer to each other. “Been out beheading vampires?” “Is there nothing else to do in this godforsaken place?” Isabelle sighed and glanced at the coffee cup in Clary’s hand. Yes, she was in dire need of caffeine at the moment. Her Stamina rune was just about faded, and she feared that if she used it for much longer, she’d collapse on the floor right in her spot. That certainly wouldn’t do. “I’m going to need about three of those,” she said pointing to Clary’s coffee. “Are you sure you’re alright?” She looked over Clary with a clinical eye. No doubt Jace had been taking care of her, but Jace was also a reckless fool still. Not that he wasn’t a reckless fool after the time from where this version of Clary came from, but he was perhaps less of one then. Izzy still had to make sure she wasn’t hurt. There were a lot of strange things happening around here, and she couldn’t allow Clary to fall prey to any one of them. "I'm fine," Clary assured her. She gave the other girl a rueful look, though. "I'm getting a pretty extensive trial by fire, though." On the other hand, that was probably the best kind of training she could've gotten. Jace was somewhere between overprotective and a hard task master; had there been no dangers to fight, he would've kept her training and training without actually applying it. Here, she had a chance to show her mettle before he had a chance to have issues with it. "You want to get some coffee?" she offered. "I just got off my shift, but I can head back to make you one." Izzy frowned slightly but nodded at Clary. “I suppose I should do something to supplement this Stamina rune,” she replied simply. It was fading ever so quickly on her arm, even as she struggled to stay awake for a couple more hours. Nodding toward the coffee shop, Isabelle led the way there, not even bothering to mask herself in this place. Everyone had no doubt seen all sorts of strange things already. What was a girl dressed in all black leather with weapons strapped to her back but just another freak on parade in this place? Besides, she didn’t want to further strain her rune before she could get herself coffee. “I know it’s daylight and everything, but do you think it’s safe to be working a mundane job?” She glanced over at Clary behind her, genuinely worried for her safety. “What are your hours like? Or does Jace stalk you to make sure you get home alright in the evenings?” Because she would not put it past her brother to do something like that. “Just a few hours in the afternoon,” Clary said, holding back another yawn. “And yeah, Jace picks me up afterwards and we go hunting together.” Some couples went to dinner and a movie; Jace and Clary went hunting for monsters. She wouldn’t have it any other way, though. Sure, dinner and a movie would’ve been nice every so often, but Jace wasn’t the kind of guy you brought to nice restaurants. Or even not so nice restaurants. He’d pick fights with other customers and get the waiters to spit in his food. Clary was happy enough going after vampires with him, and every time he gave her more and more freedom. It wasn’t easy for Jace to trust, she knew, so every little sign he showed of having confidence in her abilities was a fantastic thing. It was, however, wearing on her. The nights hunting were long, and even coffee wasn’t enough to keep her from zoning out sometimes. But what else could they do? “But hunting doesn’t pay,” she explained to Isabelle. “And Jace isn’t going to go anywhere near a Mundane job, so coffee shop it is.” She peered at the other girl curiously. “What do you do for money?” Maybe she’d have some ideas so Clary could drop the coffee shop from her daily tasks. |