Alec Lightwood (
strongest_faith) wrote2018-08-22 04:16 pm
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The Bane Chronicles: The Course of True Love (And First Dates)
Alec was late. He was really late. Late enough that he was pretty sure Magnus would have given up on him. Damn Jace wanting to train and Alec's inability to think of a good enough excuse to get out of it.
He'd rushed through a shower and pulled on a light-blue shirt that was actually new. Izzy said it did good things for his eyes. Alec hoped they were good enough for Magnus to forget that he was supposed to be there more than twenty minutes ago. He also hoped Izzy had been right about the cologne. He'd never worn cologne before.
As he sprinted through the Brooklyn streets to Magnus's loft, Alec dodged between pedestrians and once or twice vaulted a low wall that was in his way. He couldn't be bothered to stop for things like red lights, so he just flitted between (or over) cars where necessary. He was already late, but he didn't have to be any later.
By the time he got to Magnus's loft and threw himself at the buzzer, he actually needed to catch his breath.
[ooc: Dialogue and plot courtesy of Cassandra Clare's The Bane Chronicles.]
He'd rushed through a shower and pulled on a light-blue shirt that was actually new. Izzy said it did good things for his eyes. Alec hoped they were good enough for Magnus to forget that he was supposed to be there more than twenty minutes ago. He also hoped Izzy had been right about the cologne. He'd never worn cologne before.
As he sprinted through the Brooklyn streets to Magnus's loft, Alec dodged between pedestrians and once or twice vaulted a low wall that was in his way. He couldn't be bothered to stop for things like red lights, so he just flitted between (or over) cars where necessary. He was already late, but he didn't have to be any later.
By the time he got to Magnus's loft and threw himself at the buzzer, he actually needed to catch his breath.
[ooc: Dialogue and plot courtesy of Cassandra Clare's The Bane Chronicles.]
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Magnus held on to the girl's arm and used his magic to stop the bleeding.
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Spotting an opening, he lunged for the werewolf.
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After a slight hesitation the girl answered, "Yes"
"Then go wait outside the bar." after rattling off some further instructions, What's your friend's name?"
"Marcy"
"Go for her sake." the girl obeyed and Magnus turned his full attention back to Alec.
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It must be terrifying.
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He'll figure out which spells will be of use as they go. For now he will just back up Alec.
"Alexander" Magnus calls out
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"You have to stay back," Alec says breathlessly.
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"You have to remember I'm a warlock"
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"I know," Alec said, peering into the shadows for a glimpse of the werewolf. "I just want..."
But he never got to say what he wanted because the werewolf had gotten up and was stalking toward them. "I think...I think you made her mad."
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"Those are some excellent observational skills you have there, Alexander." Magnus tries not to sound sarcastic.
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Alec thought if he could catch her by surprise, he might be able to tackle her to the ground, so, without warning, he broke away from Magnus to lunge at the werewolf.
She wasn't as surprised as he'd hoped though, and when she swiped this time, he didn't quite move fast enough to jump from her reach. Alec went flying into a mirror on the wall, hitting it hard enough to crack the glass.
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And then he was flying through the air and he was horrified as Alexander hits the mirror on the wall. "Oh, stupid Shadowhunters"
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Alec!" Magnus calls out. Magnus snaps his fingers and blue flame appears. "Alexander. Let's do this together."
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Magnus was right. Alec always fought better as a team anyway.
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As Alec restrains the werewolf with the rope he begins to drop his magic and starts to murmur magic words. Healing, soothing, and illusions, "Come on, Marcy. Come on!" he encourages her.
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A girl who was dressed only in the torn ribbons of what used to be dress.
Somehow, this is far more uncomfortable than when she was a wolf.
He let go quickly, and the girl, Marcy, settled into a sitting position.
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"Thank you so much." she says before the weight of it all hits her and the anguish weighs down her expression, "Did I... please, did I hurt anybody?"
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"There was someone with me..."
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