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Libitina Grimm
 Posted: Jul 6, 2017 | 3:10 am
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It was a normal day, except for the funeral this afternoon. Libitina left work early, to get the horses and carriage ready. The funeral was for a WWII veteran, and she felt honoured that the wife had chosen her establishment to run the proceedings. Getting into her black Jagauar X-Type, she pressed the stop/start button, and put on her seatbelt (not that she needed it). She drove off in a southwards direction.

Pulling up at the stables, Libitina shut off the engine and climbed out. However, it was quiet... Too quiet. The Reaper began searching the grounds, and found another Reaper taking a poor human away. It looked like their body had been mutilated by something. Demons first came to mind, but they wouldn't leave a body like this even if they were pissed off. Lily got out her phone, dailled her assistant and told him to take over the funeral. Something was going on, and she was determined to find out.

Going back to her workplace, she pressed a brick in the wall and headed down some stairs. Running a long finger, over centuries old books, she stopped on one that seemed to offer answers. Flicking through it, she came across a picture. Werewolf. She was snapped out of her thoughts when she heard the doorbell ring, siganlling someone was here.
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Simon Lewis
 Posted: Jul 25, 2017 | 11:35 am
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This was pathetic…

Simon sat, curled up in the far back of his van, huddled underneath a weighted blanket. He had rolled over onto his side, not because he needed to sleep, but mostly because it was the most comfortable position that he could find when it came to staying in one position for the long haul. The chord to his phone was plugged into his portable charger, the battery pack promising to offer up 100 hours of battery life. Well, Simon was going to test those limits with 8 consecutive hours of Candy Crush. Plus the regular text back and forth to Clary. Plus however long it would take for him to get home.

He had already gotten the text from the other members of the band that they were on the plane and heading towards New York City. They would probably be there days before him with how long it would take him to get across the country. Raphael had warned him that trying to take a plane to get anywhere anymore was going to be impossible. TSA alone would be a nightmare, much less trying to find way to fly that would outrun the sun. All of the vampire movies, books, and shows did not prepare him for this new undead life. It was filled with a lot more lies than he had expected…

Clary was slow in replying to his texts, but he couldn’t blame her for that. She was spending the day with her mom, and if anyone deserved some time together, it was those two. Jocelyn did just wake up from a supernatural coma, and Clary did have a lot of questions. Besides, Simon needed the break from all the whatever-they-called-it drama of the east coast.

His phone went off, interrupting the 7X combo he had going. It was the band on their layover…. Apparently they had been talking and they were not so sure about the name of the group. “Horizontal Sushi” came off too much like a J-Pop song title, and that really wasn’t what they were about. Simon sighed, reluctantly agreeing with them. He texted back that they would pow-wow about it once he got back into town, also mentioning that the side of the van still had their previous name, “Chasing Windmills” spray painted over it. (The name had been an awesome one, but had ultimately failed for being too obscure of a literary reference, and for all of them ultimately not being men.)

He was about to send the text off to Clary when there was a sudden knock on the front passenger window of the van. He jumped in shock, but didn’t move from his place pressed against the back door of the van. He had stacked most of the band equipment around him in an attempt to keep out any errant beam of light that might come for him, and it ended up forming a 75% wall between him and the front. Inching his face up, he peaked over the top of the wall, and saw the face of a Seattle city cop looking in. Simon jumped again, going absolutely still, realizing that a combination of the glare from the sun outside and the darkness of the van’s cab inside had the cop mostly blind to the actual interior of the van. Simon sighed in relief. Doubly so when the cop started to walk away.

The relief was short lived, though, when Simon realized that the cop was not returning to his squad car, but walking to the door of… whatever business Simon had parked behind that morning. He looked through the dirty windshield, triyng to see past all the insect guts that he had not cleaned of from his previous cross country try to get to Seattle. What was this place? A…. funeral home…? Of course it was… Could Simon had found a more disrespectful place for person of the undead variety to squat for the night?

Oh shit… The cop rang the bell, and Simon started to panic. They would ask the people who worked there if it was their van. Oh shit… Of course, they would say “no” and come out to investigate the van. It was the middle of the day… Oh shit… Simon couldn’t safely leave the van without confronting the sun… Maybe, he could drive the van away, if he could find something more than just the blanket to protect his hands and face from the sun. He scrambled around inside the van for a moment, and found… nothing. Nothing! Oh shit…

The door to the funeral home was opening, but Simon did not wait to see who answered. Instead, he ducked himself back behind the equipment, hoping that the locks would be enough for someone to just tow the freaking vehicle rather than open it up and inspect it. He wrapped himself tightly in the blanket, and made himself as small as he could in the back corner of the van.

Oh shit… Oh shit… Oh shit…

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Libitina Grimm
 Posted: Aug 1, 2017 | 9:28 am
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Libitina exited her study. She sensed something was here, and it wasn't human. Her Reaper's abilities were sharpened, as she looked through the parlor. Her heels clicked on the marble floors, the depressing classical music was the only other thing that could be heard. She sharply turned her head as she heard something clatter in the preparation room. She moved forward and slammed the doors open.

She noticed no one was there. Libitina looked around and saw a van. Shaking her head she put her hands on her hips. "You can come out, vampire. I'm not in the mood for killing people not today." She spoke. She leant on the refrigerators, she was bored and not in the best of moods. "If you don't get out of that stupid contraption, so help me I'll drag you out." Libitina had her slender arms folded, and even though she didn't look like it, she could happily tear someone limb from limb. Reapers were one of the most powerful supernatural beings to walk the universe, and Libitina loved reminding people of that.

She got too impatient and ripped the doors off the van, to see said vampire curled up in a blanket, to protect himself from the sun. She flicked a switch and black out blinds covered the windows. "You can come out. The sun is blocked out. If you're after blood, I can provide some for now. However I won't provide endless supplies. I'm a Reaper not a happy go lucky meat bag." She sighed, heading over to what seemed to be an everyday fridge. She pulled out a pouch of blood and got a beaker out of one of the cupboards. She opened the pouch and poured out the liquid into the beaker. She went back to the vampire and offered him the blood.
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Simon Lewis
 Posted: Aug 2, 2017 | 2:08 pm
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Simon watched with his heart in his throat as the officer approached the door. He tried to hold on to every “what if” that his mind could latch onto, but found nothing coming up to bar. He could see is now: The owner of the funeral home would open the door, they would talk to the cop, and they would come over and investigate the van. Maybe Simon could play dead? Literally? He could be taken to the morgue, and could sneak out later when no one was looking… Then the van would be impounded… and all the band’s equipment would be gone… and an investigation would be opened… someone would call his mom…

And then time was up and the door was opening. But the scenario that had played out in Simon’s head was nothing like what happened in reality. A woman, with dark hair and kohl rimmed eyes, stormed out of the funeral home. She did not even seem to notice the cop on her doorstep, but made a beeline for the van. He was too stunned to really react in any way for a moment, and he even jumped, startled, when she started banging on the side of the van. What the…? Was she screaming? At him? She was ordering the vampire to come out of the van. For a moment there, Simon was relieved. She would look like a crazy person, in front of an officer of the law. He would call it in, maybe even arrest her, and have to deal with it. It would kill time, which is really what Simon needed.

But the surprises just kept on coming! The banging stopped just long enough for Simon to think that something was happening. And something did happen… With a loud, metallic rip, the doors of the van came flying off, tossed to the side like confetti. The sun came streaming into the back of the van, and no amount of band equipment was tall enough to protect Simon anymore. He instinctively dove away from the rays. Now he was stuck, showing himself in the small space between the back and the front.

Simon bore his fangs and hissed at the sun and the woman. It was almost humiliating, he was sure of it, but the instinct had just kicked in. He was told that it was like how it worked for cats, and sometimes the hissed or growls just came out. But he was scared… She ordered him out of the van. “No way in Hell, lady!” he shouted at her, and stood by it. There was no way he was walking himself out into the sun. Who the hell did something like that, in broad daylight, with a mundane witness?

Oh, God, the cop… Simon just remembered him seconds before he heard three shots ring out, burst fire from his left. He could see the shots land home in the strange woman, the bullets finding a place in her, a non-moving target, that clearly had the cop freaking out. The cop was calling for backup, and who wouldn’t? Maybe it was because Clary’s sorta-father was a cop, or because this weird woman was personally assaulting him, but Simon sided with the boy in blue on this one.

The cop was ordering her to stand down, no doubt with his gun leveled at her… this strange woman… screaming about vampires in vans… in the middle of the day… and ripping doors off vans. Simon was frightened again, but this time less for himself, and more for the cop. If she had proven to be this irrational already, who was to say what she would do next. “Don’t hurt him!” he called, still huddled in the little sliver of shade in the van. “Please, don’t!” He didn’t know this poor officer from Adam, but Simon knew he didn’t deserve this, just because he took the wrong call.

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Libitina Grimm
 Posted: Aug 2, 2017 | 2:39 pm
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Libitina looked at the bullets in her. "Really? I know I shouldn't do this, as Death will be upset with me if I did..." she sighed. The reaper shook her head, and pulled the bullets out of her body, healing rapidly. This was enough to freak any human out. She looked at the vampire. "Get inside, before I throw you inside. " she growled. Reapers were one of the strongest beings on earth, and Libitina had been working since 1066. Looking furious , she grabbed the gun and snapped it like it was nothing. Taking off one of her gloves, she touched the officer's face. "The afterlife won't be as harsh." she said. Hearing sirens, she made herself invisible only letting other supernatural beings see her.

Libitina went back inside, and to her secret room. "Damn vampires... Always have to ruin everything." She thought about summoning her boss, but then decided against it. It was too risky, and there was a ninety percent chance he would be in a foul mood. She flicked through her books and slammed her fist against a wall. Reapers were known for their patience but hers was wearing thin. She had a werewolf issue at large, and Sam and Dean were unreachable. Libitina went back upstairs, and sat down at her desk... She swore if that vampire said one word, she would decapitate him, herself.

Her eyes were stern, her face stoic. She had sworn off reaping, and yet here she was saving a vampire's ungrateful ass. Opening a drawer in her desk, she pulled out a bag of Skittles and proceeded to open and eat them. She held her head in her deathly pale hands, and screamed in anger. "VAMPIRE! Your kind is not only a pain, but causes unimaginable suffering towards humans. You have twenty four hours to sort yourself out, or I swaer to Death himself you won't have a head by the end of it." she growled. Yep, she was pissed. She hated being thrown off course.
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Simon Lewis
 Posted: Aug 4, 2017 | 10:17 am
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Still cornered in the little part of the van between the front and the back of the van, Simon could only watch the events as they unfolded outside. The stranger still insisted on him getting out of the van, and he shook his head insistently. “If you know what I am” and she did, since she kept using the v-word, “you know why I am not doing that.” Even a small touch from the sun, and he could go up like a tinder. He had seen what just a little bit of sunlight could do to a vamp, and Simon was not strong enough to take that kind of damage.

But when the woman reached out her hand toward the cop, he could feel every muscle in his body tense up. She said something about the afterlife, and Simon realized do late what was going on, as the light of life left the cop’s eyes. He fell to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut. Simon could feel the press of his fangs again, not in an involuntary hiss as before, but in a snarl of anger. Horror mixed with disgust on his features. He had said not to hurt the cop. He had practically begged for her not to. And now there was an innocent, dead in the streets, a death that he probably didn’t deserve, all because he was just that unlucky. “I said not to hurt him!”

A part of him saw Luke in his mind’s eye, lying on the pavement, when he lunged from the back of the van and at the murdering woman. He had forgotten all about it; the sun, and its deathly waves. The moment it touched his features, he felt the sharp, rending pain streak through the exposed skin. He had tossed aside his thick blanket, leaving his face and hands exposed. The hoodie was still pulled tight, but he still felt the harsh daylight tears at his cheeks and eyes. He rushed back on instinct, even though the rage in him still burned.

In the frenzy that came with pain, he tore at his face, knocking his hoodie off at the same time, completely freeing his head. He could see his hands as he moved, the fire of them only dying when he wildly beat at the flames. He could feel his face pucker. He had only been in it for a second or two, and it had been a stupid move. He would heal. It might take a day or two (or if he fed from fresh human blood, but he was not doing that) but the wounds would mend. The pain, though, was something he felt so, so deep, and not just because of the sun burns.

He looked at the body of that cop, lifeless on the ground outside the van, and felt a sense of great personal failure. He growled, another involuntary function but this time he didn’t feel the least bit embarrassed. That man had died, while Simon was pinned, helpless, by the sun… And when the woman tried to order him again, telling him he needed to “sort himself out” he could feel the frenzy rising in him again, His fangs would not slide away, but this time he did not want them to.

“Me!?” Still calling from the van, still refusing to come out. “Sort myself out? You’re the killer here! You ripped the doors off my van! You terrified that cop, and I am pretty sure broke some supernatural rules about staying hidden in the process! And you killed him! But, I’m the bad guy here?” And yet, from the back of his van, he could do nothing. But maybe there was someone who wasn’t.

He tried something he never had before… super speed and texting was something that never dawned on him, but he needed to get a text off before she could stop him. A few flicks of his fingers, and the text was off. He hated to drag Clary out like this, and for all he knew the text would not get to her in time, but he could not do this on his own. With the text sent, he dropped the phone in the van, letting it disappear under the driver’s seat while the woman ranted and rushed off, babbling about Death and some other shit he did not care about. “The only person causing suffering I see here is you!”

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 Posted: Aug 4, 2017 | 1:19 pm
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As far as Clarissa Adele Fairchild was concerned, today was fired. She had had it up to her fiery red hair with attitudes and the people flinging them about willy nilly. Everyone, yes she was certain every damn person down, shadow, mortal or in between had woken up on the wrong side of the bed and she was not putting up with their behavior today. Jace was being… well Jace. That alone had curdled what could have been a good day. Izzy had been acting strangely and a little distant lately; but with everything that was going on with her family and the Clave the other shadowhunter was given a pass by the agitated redhead. Alec was being a self-serving monster brat oh hey, a day that ended in ‘y’ which meant that Magnus was equally distant and distracted by his not so spoiled brat boyfriend with his not so manly tantrums. Luke was… Luke was painful and complicated and awful. And Simon had to be on the West Coast for the band.

All and All; Clary was not having today. While she tried her hand at training with Lydia for a little while, the Bramwell girl seemed barely there. What should have been a way to kill three hours became instead Clary claiming she had ‘something important to do or something’. And with as transparent as that excuse was she was shocked when the rules lawyer and stickler just let her go. Not like the Clave was technically happy with any of them recently but at this point that had become an almost daily occurrence. So while Lydia ran off to deal with the politics of the Nephilim and the complications of being responsible for the armies that policed the supernatural world, Clary simply dawdled in the Armory.

The New York Institute had one hell of a collection of weapons. And since her training began Clary found herself drawn to the seraph blades. There was a kind of beauty in being able to compel angels and their servitor potentates into a blade and using the glowing weapon to protect and defend humanity. And as she spun her currently undedicated weapon back and forth over her hands she idly thought towards which of the angels of heaven she would wield. It didn’t help the fact that she was… weird. Ithuriel’s Runemaker someone had whispered. All because what, she perfected something the warlocks had spent centuries studying in a few minutes? She knew she was funny. She could thank being Valentine’s daughter for that. But she was strong damnit… Even if no one else thought she was.

It was as she was about to place her blade back for the day that her phone chirped merrily in the silent room. It was a shock, a loud but merry little cry that echoed off the walls and had her stumbling back a pace as she hurriedly scooped it into her hands. Thanking the universe for giving her something to do.

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Well the universe could go right to hell then… Seeing Simon’s text sent a bolt of fear through her. Her best friend; the kindest, gentlest, sweetest guy that ever walked the earth was in trouble. Her adorable and adorkable Jewish vampire. Her teddy bear with fangs. Simon who got incredibly emotional over the safety of animals in TV and Movies. Her Simon was in danger. ”…shit…” Grabbing her undedicated blade, and checking her thigh holster for her stele Clary palmed the cool metal embossed in runes into her palm. Within a few moments and some clever runes the portal sprung to life in front of her; purple and swirling the only thing mattered was the location she had so firmly in her mind. I need to find Simon.

Taking off at a sprint, Clary didn’t slow as she came spilling out into daylight from the back of a brick building. Quickly her senses took in as much detail as possible. A tacky funeral home sign, the Band’s poor doors ripped from their hinges and tossed aside. Sirens. A dead mundane police officer… Her heart surged and for a moment it was Luke’s face she saw instead of that dead human’s. Her almost father. The man she trusted and loved more than she could ever explain. And the mirage of the werewolf Alpha was enough to pull her lips back into a snarl as she hurriedly activated the Invisibility Rune on her pale skin. Humans like that poor dead mundane cop wouldn’t see her. Oh, but the monster who did the murdering? That sonovabitch would know death was on it’s heels.

The woman looked like some kind of goth who lost their way from a trashy illegal club, and Clary immediately focused on her wrath as she caterwauled about killing her best friend. Pulling on the power of the Divine Itself, Clary willed her blade to pure white light and slid between the raving madwoman murderer and her innocent best friend. ”In the Name of the Clave, I command you to submit and yield.” She’d never had to say the words before. Then again she never had someone so blatantly not give a shit about humanity before. "Listen Morticia today is not the day and I am not the one."



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