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Post by Cloudy on May 1, 2013 14:36:55 GMT -7
Raphael nodded, taking the steele. He moved behind her, focusing on drawing the rune for a moment before he responded. "I do use runes," he said. "I have two. One of them heightens my senses - hence, I'm able to see, smell or hear things easier and from farther distances. The other one increases my speed." He finished drawing the rune, sinking back on his heels. He returned her Steele. "I do not have more as I am rarely around our kind." He stood and removed the pills and water, taking them to his kitchen.
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Post by Spotify on May 1, 2013 15:22:16 GMT -7
Hope bit down hard on her lip to keep herself from crying out. She was fine with runes, she used them all the time, but usually when someone else did them it hurt. It was like that from everyone expect her and her mother. She sighed in relief once it was done, she sagged against the couch. "Can you do me a favor? Can you go and find that werewolf? I owe him my life and I'm worried about it. Ren looked furious."she said.
(Sorry getting ready to go riding.
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Post by Cloudy on May 1, 2013 15:23:40 GMT -7
"No," Raphael murmured. "He'll be here soon enough. Give him time, Hope; wolves are wiley. He'll find his way here."
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Post by Spotify on May 1, 2013 19:16:58 GMT -7
Hope nodded, but her gaze went around the room. It took every little detail and made note of the exits and windows just in case there was attack."You suck."she teased, wincing as the iratze began to work its magic. She could feel her bone resetting,"Ow."she hissed under her breath, trying to mask the pain on her face. (Sorry eatin)
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Post by Cloudy on May 2, 2013 13:42:19 GMT -7
A smirk tugged at Raphael's expression. "Should've taken the Advil, Hope." He stretched a bit, lounging back against the wall as he waited for Hope's wounds to heal. Fatigue tugged at his mind, attempting to lull him into a state of half-awareness. With a sigh, he tried to shake it off but he was having quite a bit of trouble doing so. God, he was exhausted. He closed his eyes for a brief moment, only jerking rather violently when he realized that the soft darkness of sleep began to creep into his mind. He grunted, beginning to pace. It was the only thing that would keep him from dozing off.
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Post by Spotify on May 2, 2013 17:37:45 GMT -7
Hope stuck her tongue out at him, as she settled into the cushions."Go to bed. I can find my way home. You're tired and rest is is important to a Shadowhunter."she said, shifting her weight from one side to the other.
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Post by Cloudy on May 2, 2013 18:34:52 GMT -7
Raphael snapped his head around, glaring. "Fine," he ground out, spinning on his heel. He marched angrily towards his room, though he knew not why he was so furious. He supposed it was because Hope had nearly been killed and he'd failed in his duty to protect her, and now with her suggesting he leave her to the wolves again, he got frustrated.
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Post by Spotify on May 3, 2013 14:14:45 GMT -7
Hope raised an eyebrow, amused slightly at how easily he angered,"Someone had a temper."she commented, smirking. She only teased him for it, because she was known for her temper as well. Her smile stayed and it even touched her eyes as she tenderly fingered her ankle."Ow."she muttered, the pain was abading, but it still hurt. She really did wish she had taken that Advil at this moment.
Hope rose just a tad and started to play with her Steele. She would be out of here as soon as her ankle healed. She wouldn't go home. No, she would probably go outgo a Downworlder club and look for demons. Demons were a thing of many and you could find twenty to a hundred at a Downworlders club.
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Post by Cloudy on May 4, 2013 16:03:20 GMT -7
Raphael collapsed face-first into his bed, a frustrated sigh escaping him moments before he drifted into a deep sleep. His face was shoved into the soft comforter, and with a sigh he curled into a tight ball ad went into a deeper sleep.
Quinn found himself in a Downworlder club, the pounding music and writhing bodies giving him a bit of a headache.
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Post by Spotify on May 5, 2013 7:31:10 GMT -7
Hope shifted her weight from side to side. Boredom soon struck it's next victim and that victim did not do well with boredom: Hope slowly and cautiously began to test her ankle. She made sure it could bear some weight before she started for the door. It took her a while but before long she was at the door and her ankle was healed enough to bear all of her body weight though it was very uncomfortable to walk on. Hope didn't care though the only thing on her mind was shadow hunting. It didn't take her long either for her to drop her glamour and hail a taxi. There was no way she was walking 10 blocks with her ankle.
Alittle bit later, Hope founded herself in a packed Downworlders' club. She wore black everything. Black leather pants, a tube top shirt, a cute belt with rhinestones, black boots, and a black leather jacket. The only "jewelry" she wore was a pair of silver bracelets. Hidden under her clothed were tons of weapons. She headed for the center of the dance floor, she easily blended in with the Downworlders as she danced her heart out, but all the whole keeping an eye out. Hidden
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