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 A Battle or a Dance, tag || Izzy Lightwood
Simon Lewis
 Posted: Jul 31, 2017 | 12:09 pm
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A Battle or a Dance
Simon sighed a sigh he did not need to sigh. He wondered if that made him an asshole or not. He didn’t need to breath, unless it was to literally push air over his vocal chords so that he could talk. Did other vampires sigh involuntarily? Was it something that he should begin to work out of his habits if he was going to fit in with all the cool bloodsuckers? How did a person even stop doing involuntary things?

He stopped his thoughts in their tracks. This. This was exactly what he promised he was not going to be doing tonight. He needed to stop analyzing, stop thinking, stop… well, stop trying it make sense of it all. Magnus had given him the advice. He wasn’t sure if it was good or bad, but it was different. Different from anything else he had tried, anyway. In his core, Simon was a worrier, and Magnus knew it, so he suggested to Simon that he try being the opposite for once. He never dreamed he would end up an undead creature of the night. He had stopped breathing once, after all. Who was to say he could not stop worrying?

So, as he unpacked the van, he packed up his thoughts. The mantra in his head repeated his actions over and over and reminded him to just let things go, if only for the night. Let got everything going on between Jace and Clary and him. Let go of the questioning if there even was a Clary and him. No.. no, he dealt with that. He had boxed up those feelings a long time ago now, ever since the Shadowhunter and the Shadow World waltz into their lives. It didn’t matter that they now knew that Jace and Clary were related, he wasn’t opening that box back up. It wasn’t fair to Clary… and it wasn’t fair to him…

The boxes and crates were done being unloaded and sat on the sidewalk, ready for set up. Pandemonium was already letting in clients, but the use of the stage door meant that he could avoid most of them. I also meant that he could carry maybe one more thing than he “should” be able to carry. All right, there were some perks to the supernatural blood. There was a tremendous amount of major downfalls, but the super strength and getting it “all in one trip” spoke to the rare laziness he felt.

He carted all the cases to the stage and set them up as best he could. There was only a certain amount of work he could do before he got into “touchy artists like their things a certain way” territory. His own bass, the monitors, and the sound cases were set up. He finished long before he technically had to, but… well, what else was he supposed to do with his time when he was hiding from almost everyone?

He stepped out onto the floor from the stage, letting the DJ keep the music going until the rest of the band was ready to arrive. He waved and smiled to the DJ, who did not smile or wave back, or even acknowledge him. Well, some things never changed, and it looks like the eternal struggle in club entertainment would rage on. He sighed again, deciding that he didn’t care if it was “normal” or not. In fact, there was no reason why he couldn’t look normal, and with a sudden vigor, he started to make his way over to the bar. He didn’t know what he was going to order, He didn’t know what he was going to order, and he didn’t know how it would make him feel, but his feet were already moving, so he was committing to what was probably a stupid idea.

Part way through heading towards his stupid idea, though, he stopped walking, dead (ha!) in his tracks. He… um… felt something? His shoulder tensed as he watched the crowd in front of him part. They were a ways off when he saw them, but the way they moved suggested no one could see them, the crowd was just moving the make sense of them being there and not being there. Simon had seen it a few times before. It was how mundanes (he hated that word!) reacted to glamour runes. They weren’t just Shadowhunters, though. He could see the angry, red mark of the Order emblazoned on their skin.

Shit… They hadn’t noticed him yet. Quickly, he turned his back to them, not wanting to panic and run into the crowd, but also not wanting to have them notice him and.. do whatever it was they would do to him. He didn’t notice that he had stopped breathing until he started to tell himself to try and play it cool, and look as human as possible. He took a deep breath, and turned his head, trying to look at them out of his periphery. He saw them, moving around the crowd, looking at people, but he noticed other movement, too. For the most part, everyone in the crowd was swaying to the music, or speaking to each other, or just enjoying the club. This third person, though, was moving through the crowd with as much purpose as the pair of Order members.

Izzy? Isabelle Lightwood was here, too. He noticed her dark hair and flash of bold lip color through the crowd. To be honest, it hard not to notice her, but the Glamour probably helped. Intent on not getting caught looking at the Order members, he focused on her. What was she doing? Was it something he should get involved with? Should he help? Or would he just get in the way?

Oh shit… Oh shit… Oh shit…

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Isabelle Lightwood
 Posted: Aug 9, 2017 | 10:03 pm
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The hunt for Valentine was proving to be a frustratingly difficult ordeal. More so for Isabelle because he had Jace as well. It was like he had disappeared off of the map- nobody had seen him or knew where he was, no tracking rune could locate him, not even Magnus could. Yet there was still evidence that Valentine and the other Circle members were still actively trying to find the Mortal Sword and destroy the Downworld. Which meant he had to be stopped in any way possible; which... proved to be difficult considering they couldn't even find him. Luckily, there were people who could lead them to him.

It was said that Valentine's men had been spotted recently at Pandemonium, doing what; Isabelle wasn't sure.... But she was there to find out. With her whip wrapped around her wrist and the tight black dress that reached up her neck covering her runes, Izzy carefully slinked through the noisy crowd of the club. She had spotted one of them easily; it was always simple when someone was glamoured in a crowded mundane area. Because of that fact, she made sure to keep her distance; keeping the back of the man's head in sight. She couldn't attack him here; not in the middle of the club with all of the mundanes around. Isabelle would have to follow him into a more open, private location.

Except the shadowhunter seemed to be after something... He moved with determined purpose and not towards the exit. With one hand brushing against the hilt of the seraph blade at her hip, Izzy followed close. It wasn't until the man was several feet away that she recognized his target. Simon? It was Clary's mundane, no- vampire friend. Before Isabelle really had a chance to guess what a member of the Order wanted with Simon, a subtle movement of the shadowhunter's hand produced a small needle filled with some sort of liquid. The man only lifted it about halfway before Izzy was beside him, a small dagger drawn with the blade pressed against the man's throat. "Don't touch him," she commanded in a low and dangerous tone.

The man slowly raised his hands as if to surrender, but in one quick, sharp motion, he pushed Izzy back, causing her to stumble into another patron, who fell forward onto someone else. While an argument began to brew behind her, Isabelle collected herself and frantically searched the crowd. Finally she spotted him nearing the exit. Pushing her way past the sea of people, Izzy ran out into the open alley, long, silky hair whipping side to side as she searched for her target. "Damnit" she whispered to herself, not seeing any trace of the man.

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 Posted: Aug 21, 2017 | 10:45 am
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He lost them. He lost all of them. The crowd was getting denser and the DJ was spinning tracks louder to accommodate for it. His vampire senses were working overtime in the crowd, but that wasn’t necessarily a helpful thing. He hardly had enough experience to sift through all the individual scents and sounds. He had been warned about going nose blind before, so he didn’t even try to inhale. Losing track of Isabelle and Valentine’s guys, though, set a rock in his gut that weighed him down. He felt surrounded and exposed all at once, and it made his hackles rise. Literally, he could feel the hairs on the back of his neck as the whatever-a-vampire-was inside of him instinctively fell into “cornered” mode.

For all the supernatural “feelings” in the world, though, he did not even know that there was someone coming for his neck until he heard someone speak in his ear. The voice was feminine, and had a hint of danger in it that he reflexively snapped his head around to look at. It was only then that he saw the needle, practically dripping with whatever liquid waited in its syringe. Reflexively, he gulped, the sound coming in loud in his own ears. But beyond the syringe, and beyond the leering face of Valentine’s man, was the crystal clear image of Isabelle Lightwood.

His heart raced, two beats, in his chest, an unconscious reaction from his (un)dead body to get the blood moving, to protect himself. It was a hiccup of life in his chest that he was not sure he would ever get used to. He had been under the impression before that being a vampire meant that nothing worked, but he was finding that to be completely untrue. It was more like his organs worked on as “as needed” basis. And right now, his heart needed to get blood to his legs as fast as possible so that he could freaking move!

He became horrendously aware that all the timing and blood rushing in the world would not have saved him if Isabelle hadn’t been there. That inspired him to move even quicker, though he reminded his legs that he couldn’t move too quick. This Masquerade bullshit is going to get me killed one day… He was no skilled warrior, so all he could think about doing was getting out of the freaking way. It put him well out of reach of Valentine’s guy, and kept him out of the way of Isabelle, but he was worried when both of them took off at a sprint to the exit. But there was something… wrong…

There were two… There had been two of these guys before he lost track of them in the crowd. He felt this jaw tighten as his vision swirled around the room. Every face was a stranger… but only one of them made in instincts flare.

He was by the exit. Either he was trying to escape, or sneak up on Isabelle, now out in the alleyway having chased the other guy out it club. Considering he had his seraph blade pulled, Simon felt like he wasn’t going to peacefully surrender. He didn’t know if Isabelle could see or hear this guy coming up to the door, but Simon reacted anyway. The Shadowhunter didn’t see him coming. Simon rushed the man, wrapping his arms around him just as he was turning the corner through the doorway. “Isabelle!” he called as his only warning to her before him and the Shadowhunter collided. Together, they went spilling into the alley. It wasn’t graceful in the least, but it got the fighting outside of the club, and, for all he knew, he was saving Isabelle’s life!

They hit the ground together, but Simon didn’t keep his arms around the Shadowhunter. Instead, he let go, and quickly turned away. He did not want to stay in a grapple with any sort of Shadowhunter. He may be a vampire now, but he was still no match for a hunter that had been trained to kill things like Simon for all of their lives.

Instead, he scrambled back, kicking the door closed as he moved. He made to kick it with enough force to warp it, so that when is slammed into the frame, it would stay that way, wedged shut, and cutting off anyone who might have tried to follow them into the alley. That last thing he wanted was for this guy to get reinforcements… or for some poor innocent to stumble into the alley themselves and get hurt. Shadowhunters had glamour, but he did not. Vampires relied on their ability to hypnotize to cover up their tracks, and that was just not happening if it was left up to Simon.

From that point on, he stayed out of the way. Oh, he would defend himself if the Shadowhunter turned on him, but he needed to know where Isabelle stood, if she was hurt, or if she was going to attack. So, for now, Simon stood up and placed his back against the wall, not because he was afraid or cornered, but because he didn’t feel like getting flanked… again.

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 Posted: Sep 25, 2017 | 8:48 am
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Isabelle's head darted from one side to the other, dark tendrils of hair whipping out behind her with the movement. The alley was empty. The Shadowhunter had managed to get away. With a curse under her breath, Izzy was just about to head left when she heard her name called out. "Simon?" Whirling, she turned just in time to watch the two figures collide and tumble out the door. Immediately Izzy drew her electrum whip, cracking it so that the end coiled around the Shadowhunter's wrist just as he reached for his fallen sword. Jerking the whip to the side, the movement forced his hand away.

The Shadowhunter wasted no time recovering, he rolled his wrist, wrapping his hand around the whip despite the way it burned into his flesh. With one quick pull, he forced Isabelle forward and off her balance. In that moment, the Circle member lurched forward, grabbing his seraph blade and bringing himself to his feet. I'm a flash, he came at Isabelle, sword drawn and arching down on her. But she was ready, Seraph blade already in hand, she whispered Jophiel, watching it come to life in her hands. Just as the tip flashed brightly, Izzy lifted the sword to block the other blade's blow. As the man bore down on her, she kicked one heeled boot into his stomach, sending the guy backwards.

It didn't distract him long enough and a beat later he was coming at her, slashing wildly in anger. Isabelle jumped back several times, each one narrowly avoiding the edge of the blade. On the fourth swing, Isabelle ducked under the blade, kicking out her leg to trip the attacker off of his feet. He crumbled to the ground and immediately Izzy was on top of him, one leg on each side with the tip of her Seraph blade pointed at his Adam's apple. "Where's Valentine?" she demanded, but the man only hissed back in anger. In a blink, his hands wrapped around Izzy's wrists, pulling them to the side and causing the tip of her blade to leave a shallow cut along his throat. With her wrists still trapped between his hands, he squeezed hard until she was forced to release her weapon with a clipped cry. Pulling hard on her arms, the man forced her to the ground, this time shoving his knee into her throat while he reached for her blade.

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