The Light in the Shadows

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_{Hope smiled gently at him,"I have a mission for you. Me and my mother are going to the Faerie courts. The Queen of the Fair Folk has asked for an audience with us. Clary doesn't want to dad to know, because if he knows than he'll come and bring a whole army with him and we all know mom doesn't want that. So do you wanna come? We might need some backup if things turn sour. I got to find another Shadowhunter too. So are you coming or not?"she asked. Hope wasn't one to beat around the bush and often was impatient. She was always go go go, like her father. She was always on the hunt. Looking for a new threat.}

[Cloudy]

_{Raphael stiffled a groan. He hated the damn fair folk, but he'd been itching for some action. "Yeah, sure. I'll go, I guess." He rotated one shoulder, working out the tightness of an old injury. He eyed her carefully. She was impatient, seemingly shifting from one foot to the other, as if itching for a fight. He smothered a soft chuckle. He remembered being so impatient at one point, but he'd learned that patience could save your damn life in a fight. Learned the hard way, of course. "We leaving now, I suppose? Or do I have time to stop by my flat and grab a few things?"}

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_{Hope tilted her head,"If it's weapons you need their is a whole armory in the institute."she offered, glancing back at the tall gray building. To a mundane the building looked like a rundown and closed church, but to the Shadowhunters and the Downworlders the building looked like a tall four story building. The institute was a place that Shadowhunters meet and lived. They were placed strategically all over the world. The biggest one was the one in New York City which was the one that Clary Fray and Jace Wayland ran. The silent city was not far from the institute. The institute had everything. An armory, a place to live, training areas, gardens, anything you could think of. The institute was an important place to the Shadowhunters. It was almost like Irdis.}

[Cloudy]

_{"Yes, yes, I know," Raphael responded, "but I want my weapons. Forgive me if it's insulting, but you get used to the feel and weight of the weapons you work with for a long time." He paused, casting his gaze to the institute, his pupils narrowing. "My flat's not really far, maybe a five-minute walk." Raphael was a rebel in the fact that he did not live in the institute, owning his own flat nearby. He was a solitary creature, preferring the dangers of living on his own to constantly having another person step on his damn toes. He watched Hope carefully, waiting for her response.}

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_{Hope nodded, a bit shocked at his response, but it didn't phase her."Hurry."she ordered. She need to get another Shadowhunter to come with them anyways. The fair folk were trickery and unable to predict. The Shadowhunters never knew if they would need a hand. She turned, she had known Raphael had been cold, but not like this. He remind Hope of another Shadowhunter who had been like him. Of course she had only heard about him in stories, but still the resemblance was scary. He reminded her of Will Herondale. This time she used a less flashy way of getting up to the institute, she used the front door.}

[Cloudy]

_{Raphael spun on his heel, heading for his flat. He made it there fairly quickly, slipping on his black leather overcoat. It served two purposes: one, it kept him safe from the elements. Two: it hid a multitude of daggers, smoke bombs, and the like. He double-checked that he had everything settled in the coat and then strode through his home, snagging daggers here and there. Raphael was a dirty fighter, though he often did fight with honor, if that was possible. He dispatched his enemy quickly and ruthlessly, though he always left their honor intact when he ended their life. With a sigh, Raphael opened his door and kicked it shut, making sure it was locked before he headed back towards Hope. His eyes were flat, pupils narrowed as he moved with an unerring grace through the humans. None of them could see him, of course; they simply stumbled back if he happened to bump into them, chalk it up to tripping, and when on their ignorant way.}

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<sub>Hope had changed into a rather weird clothing, instead of gear, she wore a green silk dress that clung to her figure. Her hair had been pulled up expect for a few select curls that were left down to frame her face. A halo made of white flowers was placed around her head. Hope was not left unarmed though for underneath the dress she wore a black tube top and black leather pants which had a silver belt around, but the silver belt was not as it seemed. It was her whip. It was an odd pair of gear but it worked in this situation. Instead of high heels she wore a pair of black boots. She wore no jewelry expect for a silver armband that wrapped delicately around bicep.

Clary smiled softly as her daughter glided down the stairs of the Institute. She had changed as well in a more modest dress. She wore a light pink dress that dipped somewhat low in the back, but that was it. Like her daughter she had a halo of white flowers in her hair. Also like her daughter she wore special gear underneath her clothes. Wrapped around Clary's wrist were silver braclets that had never before seen runes on them.</sub>

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_{Raphael curled his hand around the handle of the front door to the institute, pushing it open. He kicked it shut behind him in natural Raphael fashion, his cold, flat gaze examining the institute. He really did hate it here, and the other younger Shadow-hunters disliked him. He wasn't stupid and knew they thought him inferior because his father was a human. His gaze fell on Hope and his pupils narrowed. He'd adorned his long over-coat, the built in hood flipped up over his head. The shadows around his face illuminated the stark amber eyes he had. He cocked his head slightly, noting Clary's presence, although he did not speak. With a grunt he crossed his arms. Several scars criss-crossed the skin hidden by his coat, from the younger years of Raphael's career. He had few runes etched into his skin, as he rarely desired them. He frowned when Hope finally reached the bottom of the stairs.}

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<sub>Hope smiled at her mother as soon as she was down those darn steps threw herself into her mother's arms."Lets do this."Clary whispered to her and than realsed her from her warm embrace. Hope's head turned at the sound of approaching footsteps,"Ren!"she cried, smiling. It took her all but two seconds to throw herself in his arms.

"I heard y'all needed some back up."Ren said smiling as he hugged Hope close to his chest. Without another word he bent his head down and kissed her softly on lips. His eyes danced with amusement as Hope's eyes widened. They had never kissed infront of anyone before. Usually they snuck a few kisses here and there in closets or when no one was looking. Jace depised Ren.

Clary laughed softly,"Come on you two love birds. We have work to do."she said, smiling. She glanced down the hall than, a sad look in her eyes. She wanted Jace to come with her, but she knew he couldn't.

Ren smiled gently down at Hope as he broke the kiss and than he slipped his hand in hers. Together they started to draw a teleportation rune that would take them to Central Park.</sub>

[Cloudy]

_{Raphael's eyes darkened slightly as the new shadow hunter came. "If I am not needed I will be on my way," he said, his voice cold and flat. He watched her carefully; it seemed to him that this whole endeavor was a joke, and that she had changed her mind at the last moment and asked this Ren to accompany her. Why the hell did she need him if she had Ren? Raphael might be a cold-hearted bastard, but he still had emotions and didn't like being the third wheel. If Hope had taken the time to find him and ask for his protection, why was Ren tagging along? Raphael was not arrogant, though he knew that he was more or less the best male fighter the Shadowhunters had to offer. Ren didn't even hold a candle to Raphael's skills, not that he'd brag or anything. Actions spoke louder than words, his mom always said.}