The Search Has Begun~Demon/Fallen Angel~Semi Lit Accepting

[herondale.]

(( :3 ))

Damian frowned. This weird silence was making him feel uneasy. The street was un-naturally quiet, especially for this time of day, and it was beginning to freak him out. He could tell that Clarissa felt the same and was comforted a little by the fact. Whatever was wrong, if there was anything, he was ready and prepared.

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There was no way Clarissa was prepared for anything, the most she could do right now was hit someone with her crutches. She wasn't feeling ready if there was going to be a fight. Clarissa stopped and looked around, she started humming slightly uneasily. She didn't go further though, now was no time for singing.

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Zabe looked between the two of them seeing the concentartion on Luce's face he guessed she was either trying to stare her father into submission or she was reading his thoughts. Zabe assumed the latter, he prepared for the worst. His already clenched fist tightened even more around the hilt of his own sword, Zabe didn't want to die today, worst of all be killed by a fellow demon.

Charlie knew exactly how Loki felt. She sat down in the other chair and took of her shoes, seeing if both knives would detach. They did, so she juggled them for a while, she was bored now and had nothing much to do that was interesting.

(Should we skip Charlie and Loki to Saturday? xD)

Loki smiled as he watched Charlie juggle with her knives. He looked around the room for any spare weapons, wanting to practice again. He mantally shook himself and stayed where he was, wanting to relax for a little while.

Come on..You don't want him to meet the same fate as your mother..It was your fault then too... The farmiliar voice whispered in Luce's head. "It wasn't!" she snapped at him, instantly regretting the words as soon as they left her mouth, seeing a glimmer of satisfaction mixed with teasingness flash across his face, then leave it as emotionless as before.

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(( XD We could do, I don't mind))

Charlie attached the knives to her shoes again. Then she said to Loki, "You do that a lot," she said, reffering to his mental shaking, she picked it up with her power slightly. She had no idea what it was that he did but he seemed to feel a bit self-consious and irritated but at himself, she didn't understand it at all.

Zabe looked at the two of them, frustrated that he had upset her like that. He narrowed his eyes, not doing anything yet, but he sure would if his mental taunts got any worse.

[herondale.]

Damian didn't notice right away that Clarissa had stopped. His eyes focused on something opposing them that was crouched on a wall. Damian tilted his head slightly and squinted, trying to see what it was. He glanced to his side and span round when he couldn't see Clarissa. He then glanced back at he figure but it was gone. He frowned.

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Clarissa felt a tingle down her spine, she could almost feel eyes on her. She didn't dare turn her head. She could feel some kinf of breathing next to her, but it was ghost-like as if it wasn't really there.

[herondale.]

Damian looked back at Clarissa and his eyes widened a fraction. To be honest, he didn't even know what it was. But it was the fact that how close it was to Clarissa that worried him. He gllanced to and fro from Clarissa to the Demon. The Demon looked, pretty much, like a shadow. But it was etremely eerie and unsettling. He was trying to stop himself from shooting over to Clarissa and yanking her away from it, with or without her crutches nearby. His eyes narrowed as he focused on the shadow.

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Clarissa remained silent. Not liking the situation one bit. She could feel the demon there, she knew what it was without even looking. It was a new-born demon. They started off as lethal, blood-striving assassins, they looked like shadows because they weren't fully formed. Clarissa knew that once a new-born had found it's target it wouldn't let got of the prey easily. Clarissa''s face showed her worry, she had been like this once and knew all about it.

[herondale.]

Damian had to admit that there was nothing worse than a new-born. They were harder to kill and more stealthy when they were partially formed. He glanced at Clarissa, seeing the worry on her face. He knew that it wouldn't be easy to just grab her run. These things loved to chase and stealing her would be playing right into its hands. He then wondered if this thing knew he was an Angel. Most new-borns don't develope their full powers and scents straight away.

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Clarissa took a hop forwards, she needed to see just what sort of demon this was. She hoped the demon wasn't the patient type because they'd follow her until she was dead. Clarissa breathed in deeply, scared out of her wits, at least she had knowledge of demons, she could use that to her advantage.