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Alec Lightwood
 Posted: Jul 31, 2017 | 6:53 pm
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Having Rupert respond to him confidently instead of giving him a blank look, with a tone that clearly said he'd trained enough to have a preference lifted a huge weight that Alec had felt crushing his chest. At least... it lifted one of the huge weights that were threatening to crush him. The Watcher was going to be an ally, not a liability, thank the Angel. For a moment, the young Shadowhunter considered just handing the other man the blade in his hand and taking his bow, but while he was likely going to switch to his bow, Alec had no idea what would happen if a mundane were to touch an activated sereph blade. There weren't even horror stories, it just had never happened as far as Alec ever knew. The only thing close to stories that they had were of mundanes who had needed to be put down by a Shadowhunter. In the case of those stories, a human was often known to burst into flame at the first blow. That.. wasn't a risk that Alec was willing to take.

Dampening his blade, Alec stowed it back on his belt before bounding quickly up the stairs into the training area, Rupert could still see him and he could still keep an eye on the other man. Grabbing a training blade from the trunk, still well weighted and sharp, still made of adamas, but not with the runes that would help it to invoke an angel's power. This should be safe. Taking the stairs two at a time, Alec came back into the main foyer and handed the blade to Rupert properly before leading the way over to the elevator, drawing his stele as they went, running its tip over a few of his runes to make sure he'd be ready if they were the ones to come in contact with the intruder.

Hitting the button, Alec drew his bow off his shoulder, loosely knocking an arrow that he used to immediately sweep the perimeter as soon as the doors to the lower level opened. Eyes sharp, Alec took point, trusting Rupert at his back. With a pang, Alec realized that he hadn't seen Jace or Izzy yet, not even a shock of orange/red hair or hearing her vampiric mundane. Were they okay? Had they all just decided to go out to eat when he'd responded that he wasn't going to make it home with the food? That was likely and the scenario that Alec was going to cling to in order to not worry that they'd been taken hostage or worse injured. He needed them to be okay. Especially since he was likely the one who'd let whoever this witch was into the Institute.

The walls of the lower levels were all blank concrete, though some statues and relics broke up the expanse of hall. They needed to pass the cells to get to the main store room, the one that Alec had a hunch if someone was going to break in, they'd head straight there. That is as long as they weren't here to hunt down a Shadowhunter for some kind of vendetta. Motioning for Rupert to stay close, Alec continued to take point, covering every nook and cranny of the under level that someone might be able to hide in.
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Giles knew this song and dance. He had been on, at this point, hundred of patrols. He knew the flow of falling in behind someone, even if it was someone that he had only just met. He did not know the lay of the land, and he did not know exactly what they were looking for, but how often had that been the case in the past? Just because he did not know who or what they hunted did not mean that Giles was out of his element. There was a ticking time bomb element to things, with the uncertainty of the motives, and with the demon blood running through Alec’s veins. It was all the more reason to be cooperative, and, so far, Alec had not done anything that Giles himself would not have done.

Entering the training room, Giles did his best to not gape like a tourist. The facility was more than anything that had ever been available to the Watchers or the Slayers. Granted, while the turnover rate was high, they never needed to worry about training more than a few girls (active Slayer and Potentials) at a time. The Organization, as it stood now, could benefit from a facility like the one at the Institute. There were a lot more girls, now… not that the Clave would ever accept even a temporary use of these facilities. It disappointed him…. They could do so much if they just worked together.

When the sword was offered to him, he took it would hesitation. He hefted It, testing the weight of it, not a stranger to this kind of weapon, even if it was his first time holding it. Something about the blade hummed in his hands. It was like the lingering throb that came with a bee sting, hours after the bee was gone. It wasn’t painful, exactly, but it was hard to ignore. He flexed his hands on the handle a few times. “What… is this made of?” he asked, It was clear that the sword was not made from any sort of natural metal. He could feel a resonance, followed by rejection, flow up his arm. The blade did not like him for whatever reason…

Still, it would do. He fell in with Alec and followed his lead. Groups of Shadowhunters were becoming more and more scarce, probably since everyone was splitting off to different parts of the building. He let him take him into the elevator, but his mind was already working on ways to get this done with as quickly and safely as possible. “You have no way of tracking them?” he asked in the silence of the lift. “You can keep an eye on demon activity in the city, but what about your headquarters?” There had to be something, Surely they were not so short sighted? Surely, they did not think their walls were impenetrable?

The doors opened and he could hear movement from outside. There were already people there, searching… A group of three Shadowhunters from their dark attire and their runes. Immediately all three of them looked at him, then to Alec, then to him again. He was the stranger here… Alec should take the lead.

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The more time he spent with the Watcher, the more impressed Alec became in-spite of himself. In the back of his mind, Alec continued to wonder exactly how much he was missing given the xenophobic way he'd been raised that was becoming more and more apparent the more non-Shadowhunters he met. He was still going to make mistakes and assumptions, Izzy more often than not told him he usually made mules look very agreeable. But it was hard to argue with what was right in front of you. Again, Alec wasn't phased at all by the sight of the training room he'd been using almost every day since he was eight years old and they came here from Idris. Exiled in a way, not that any of the children had known. Though in his mind, Alec just assumed that the Watchers Council building looked very similar, just without the runes and depictions of angel iconography that were pretty specific to the Nephilim.

"Adamas." Alec answered simply, he wasn't exactly going to go too deep into the secrets of the Iron Sisters and their affinity for the heavenly metal while they were under some kind of attack, never mind to a stranger. He was already sharing a lot more than maybe he should have with the Watcher, he needed to keep some things to himself for now. While he struggled with being less of a racist, there was also the fact that in just a short amount of time, he'd felt a lot of betrayal by people he trusted very much. People he'd known nearly all his life that he believed had his best interests at heart. Though many of those people had been Shadowhunters - and Alec was started to really understand the reputation that the Shadowhunters had among the Downworld - combined with his predisposition to not really like people he often felt stuck in a very strange loop.

"Our only cameras point outward, around the grounds." Alec answered with a bit more authority than he was feeling. Until now they'd never had a reason to believe that anyone or anything could make their way inside the Institute without Nephilim blood, and until recently, he'd foolishly believed the propaganda that there were no more Shadowhunters that couldn't be trusted. They were an Institute, a sanctuary and a fortress for the angel-blooded... In truth it was more likely that no one wanted to believe that as Shadowhunters they were every going to have their defenses fall to an enemy long enough to need to find them in their very home. But having to admit it out loud... it sounded like the hubris that it was.

As the doors opened, Alec's bow came up quickly, ready to strike should there be someone waiting there to ambush them as soon as they tried to walk off. Standing before them were a small squad, who didn't relax their positions once they saw who was in the elevator as much as Alec would have liked.

"Report?" Maybe that came out a little snappy, but they were under attack, the last thing Alec wanted was Shadowhunters standing around staring at him and his guest like they were fish in a bowl. The woman in the group got herself together faster than her companions and looked at him,

"Everything else seems to be secure. Do you need help transporting the prisoner?" Inwardly, Alec sighed to himself, knowing that too much attitude in front of the older Shadowhunters without the authority to back it up would just lead to unrest and a good, long lecture from at least one of his parents. As Alec opened his mouth to speak, one of the guys took out his Sensor as it flashed the universal sign for magic user, pointing right into the elevator. What were the odds that they were standing here with a third, invisible person involved? That had to be it, right? The odds that Alec was the one who'd let in the 'security breech' couldn't be that good, right? Alec felt his jaw tighten, unsure of exactly what he was getting angry at, but he was definitely starting to get angry.

"He's not a prisoner, he's with me. This is the head of the Watcher's Council."
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Giles thought that he had been doing everything right. He had prided himself on being better than the men who had come before him. As a Watcher, he supported his Slayer in ways that the Council never approved of. Even when he was fired, he defied them to ensure that she would not be abandoned by them. Even though he had been kicked out, he still went back for his former colleges when the First threatened to eradicate them all. And when everyone else was gone, he took up the reigns when he had every right to retire. He reached out to multiple supernatural groups and tried to make allies. These were new times.

And yet...

Having the trio of new Shadowhunters look at him and assume that he was some kind of enemy, even though he was clearly armed and working in tandem with Alec. He knew he did not look like a prisoner, or anyone who was moments away from becoming one. He felt his jaw set hard, with a rough stone of tension forming in his jaw. He ensured himself that he would not snap at these people, more than half his junior. They were teenagers, and they were too seriously looking at him like he was some kind of crime against their existence; like he was, somehow, inferior. He had seen it before, but never in eyes on people so young. He would feel bad for their obvious indoctrinated prejudices if it was not so infuriating.

Still, he would take the high road. It was true that the generation that came after was supposed to be better than the current one, but how could they become more if they had no example? He hated thinking like an old man, sometimes. It worked against his common nature of wanting to just be angry about it. Getting angry was just easier to do than take the high road. He gripped his hand tighter around the weapon he had been given, and feeling that rush of rejection again did not help. Even their magic was designed to be exclusive...

He forced an element of reservation to return to him. He took one step forward, still remaining behind Alec, but hinting that there was no animosity between them. “And I am here to cooperate. We only happened each other by chance in the city, and it was luck that I was here when this attack began.” When he started to speak, he could see a wash of tension move among the trio. Him merely talking set them on edge. He did his best to not frown against the obvious distrust in their eyes. “I want to help however I can.”

Something was off here. He knew a battle ready stance when he saw one, and what he was witnessing right now was more than just normal tension and xenophobia. They saw Giles as some kind of a threat. Maybe he should feel a little flatted, but the reality was that this situation had the potential to escalate quickly. No one moved, and he could not help that it felt more like a stand off than a conversation. His eyes flicked to Alec to see if this was normal behavior and gauge the young man's reactions. That was when the trio moved.

The first attack was almost unseen, with an obvious level of superhuman speed used to his detriment. It was instinct, training, and muscle memory that kept him from catching a blow to the neck. That tension was rising back in him, and he narrowed his eyes at the young woman, his new found assailant, in front of him. What the hell had Giles done to anger these people into all out aggression?

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tag: Alec Lightwood / word count: 623 / I thought it might be better if you had control of the Shadowhunters for this scene, since I have a feeling Alec might have a lot more to feel or say about them suddenly attacking his ally

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