Look Beyond { A Shadowhunter RP } accepting!

[Gelick]

Tristab looked to Oliver, then Emma, then back to Oliver. "Hmm. I see. As much as I'd like to let you speak your claims, the clave won't allow for it to be done. You how the law goes," he said, shrugging. They were so young, and he was sure they had great ideas, but the clave was as strict as they were good at fighting demons. He leaned against the door, hearing some yelling going on and sighed. The clave were really hot-headed and straight forward people. He looked back at Emma. "Perhaps.. No.. Nevermind."

[daices.]

YESH, annabeth JR. IT IS FUNNY. FUUUUNNNNY.))

Sinna nodded dryly, managing a mock little bow (if was not easy, considering she was wearing stiff combat boots) and said; "Of course; everyone wants to give demon-summoning some room, right?" Backing away about five paces, she leaned against a warm plaster wall and watched, eyes slightly inquisitive. She barely noticed the new -and late- arrivals, just focusing on Violeta. She swore she had seen that girl before... but where? Brow furrowed in thought and concentration, she toyed around with a silver chain that hang around her neck; a bit like a replacement of a family heirloom. glancing at the tiny silver links, she twisted them around and around, watching them glow briefly in the firelight. Suddenly glancing up, Sinna frowned -in annoyance, this time- and snapped; "Well? Get on with it!"

[WisdomsDaughter]

((Haha, Wolfie, I just realized that you're naming me after Percy Jackson in a Shadowhunter rp!! I mean, I always knew, it just never hit me. If you know what I mean. And also, when you say you've seen her before, do you mean Violeta or Emma?))

Emma.
Emma was furious. She took an angry step forward, but Oliver grabbed her wrist. A little war was going on inside her. To punch this bloke or to relax. And that meant Oliver handling things. No way, would she let Oliver speak for her. Oliver must have realized she was going to say something and blurted out "Please, Emma knows-" "What were you thinking?!!!" Emma shouted. "What was it?!!" Emma took another step but Oliver gripped tighter and pulled her back. Emma glared at him. "Emma!!" Oliver snapped. She continued giving him murderous looks.

((And don't worry Gelly, I would never punch you!!))

[daices.]

a... AHAHAHAH! You see it now! XD I meant Voileta, though. :3))

Sinna snarled again, expression turning feral. Looming over the two, she said pleasantly; "Ok, we are in the middle of a meeting, you guys are late, and we have a ritual going on. So please move." Even though her voice was pleasant, her eyes glowed like ice chips, and her mouth was pulled into a sneer. Bending a little closer to Emma, she then said in a quieter voice; "Especially you, little girl. Keep that mouth shut."

[WisdomsDaughter]

((That's been happening a lot lately... The noticing but not the NOTICING. By the way, I purposefully spelt Jem wrong in this.))

Emma.

"Especially you, little girl. Keep that mouth shut."

Emma's whole face burned tomato red and twisted into a snarl. She barely felt Oliver grab her collar and start dragging her away, muttering sorrys. She hardly saw the annoyed looks the clave was sending her. All she saw was this new girl telling her what to do. Telling her what to do. Telling Emma Carstairs what to do. Emma glared at the girl, throwing all of her anger and fury into her looks as Oliver tugged her away, out of the Sanctuary and into a random bedroom. Emma hadn't memorized the path they'd taken to get to this room, so she had no way out now.

This fact hit her as Oliver slammed the door shut. "What the hell was that Emma Carstairs!?!?" He yelled. Emma sulkily walked over to the bed and curled up on top of it. Tears started running out of her eyes, slowly at first and then more steadily. Oliver didn't move. "I said, what the hell was that" Oliver asked, still in a particularly loud voice. Still, Emma lay there and cried. "Emma, what's in the notebook?" Oliver asked a little more gently. Emma flung the thing at him, her heart feeling too lonely to verbally reply. Oliver must have picked up the book as he started reading her notes on the front page. "Gem, James Carstairs, Tessa, Mortmain, parabatai, demon spirits... What does this all mean Emma?" Oliver asked her. Emma shook her head, unable to answer. "Do you know who James Carstairs is?" Oliver tried. Again, Emma shook her head. "Do you know any precious gems? Or parabatais?" Oliver asked. Again Emma shook her head. "I think.." Emma stopped, hearing how broken her voice was. She thought for a moment, then went on, "I think that Gem is a person. My father kept telling me to find Gem, find Gem. And he wasn't so insane to say something that might as well mean find chair, find chair" Emma tried for a laugh.

[Gelick]

Violeta glared through her sunglasses, the coldness of her eyes seeming to be going through the dark glass. She finished up the runes and began to chant, from memory, of summoning a demon like him. Her arms rose put, and a flash a wind was surrounding them, and her hair flew up. Fire bursted from the circle and...

Tristan watched while the two talked, then turning into three talking, and walked over to Rose, who seemed to be still silent. The door shut close behind him from the wind, glad he hadn't stopped in stared or he'd seriously get injured. He watched as Violeta called for the demon, wondering what he'd look like. He shook his head. How silly.

{ Bleh. I haven't read the Percy Jackson series. xD }

[daices.]

Samael erupted from the runes, spreading his shimmering bat wings as far as he could, and stretching. Staring out with cold, glowing eyes, he spoke, first in demon dialect, wich sounded like knives scraping across cobblestone, than in english with a slight british accent. "So, you petty Shadowhunters have dipped so low that you call upon demons?" Raising an eyebrow in mock suprise and skepticism, Samael continued. "Of course, you shadowhunters always were a foolish bunch, but..." SNarling with feral might, Samael let loose a shockwave of energy, blinding white. "But you DARE CALL UPON ME!? COMMANDER OF 20 LEGIONS, DEMON METALSMITH, THE PRINCE OF H*LL!?" Suddenly tuning his power down, he then crouched as close as he could get to Voileta. "But of course, pretty shadowhunters like you always want something from me. So what is it?" he said, picking at his already immaculate fingernails. "Do you want someone ressurected? An all powerful weapon? What?"

Sinna stared for a second at the demon, then smirked, walking up to it, or him, whichever, Sinna then said; "We want none of those, haughty demon; we want... information, so to speak. Information that I am pretty sure you have." Jabbing a finger close to the demon, alost accusingly, she demanded; "So you are going to tell us what we need, understand? You have been blocked in by the runes, and if you want to get set free, you will stay. Here." Sinna emphasized the last two words, voice almost dripping with venom.

[WisdomsDaughter]

((Guys, I'm just gonna go with the idea that Emma looks like a younger, femanine version of Jem. Slightly smaller and skinnier though. Is that ok?))

Oliver
Oliver stayed silent. Who was Emma, and what on earth was she doing at the institute. Oliver had no idea what her mission was, be he had already decided that he liked her. Everything about her, from her elegant looks, to her snappy attitude impressed him. But her attitude was one problem that would have to be fixed. She couldn't go around yelling at the clave like that. Yelling at anyone like that without a very, very good reason to. And Oliver didn't think that she had any right to talk to the shadowhunter boy the way she did. Oliver sighed before replying to her.

"Emma, how do you, a teenager with a really, really bad attitude, expect to find this Gem?" Emma sat up and Oliver could see her tear stained cheeks and red eyes. She looked slightly angry, but with a bit of humour clear in her smile. "I'm 12 Oliver. Not a teenager yet. And you think I have a bad attitude?" Emma asked teasingly. "No" Oliver replied. "You have a really, really bad attitude." Emma let out a disbelieving laugh. "Nooooo" she said. "Um, yes you do" Oliver said plainly. "But you still haven't answered my question." Emma's shoulders slumped down and the smile disappeared. Oliver was a little disappointed, she was actually really beautiful when she smiled. "I don't know" Emma barely whispered. "I just need someone to listen to me" she said. "A voice" Oliver said. Emma looked at him right in the eyes and in that moment, Oliver could see just how miserable she really was.

[Gelick]

{ @ Wiz: That's totally fine. Who's going to watch the City of Bones when it comes out the first day? }

Violeta sat Dow on the ground next to the runes that kept him from getting out into the mundane world. "I'm not a Shadowhunter," she said, rolling her eyes. "Also, must you really go through that whole title? I'm surprised none of them have fallen asleep. Do you do this everytime you meet someone?" she asked, curiously, obviously getting off the topic of finding who was controlling the automatons. The in a mocking of his voice: "A PRINCE OF H*LL. Not as impressive as I expected from a demon." She turned to Sinna. "You know that we can't let him free. It's the law, as much as I'd like to burn it with the holy water in which it came."

Tristan watched Oliver and Emma fight, raising an eyebrow in question. He looked at Emma. "A voice you say? What kind?" He asked.Neanwhile, Sinna and Violeta were talking to the demon, and something about freeing him.

[daices.]

Samael glanced at violeta; suddenly, he grinned, then cackled. "This Vito's got spunk!" He announced, almost like he was trying to declare it to the world. "I like her!" Jumping up, Samael did something with his hands, and his skin shone fiery red, finally... Splitting -there was no other word for it- into the form of a teenage boy, around eighteen, with a shock of red and black hair, a muscular form, and... Well, quite nice. Holding up a finger, he toyed with a bit of flame, which was, for some reason, a dark purplish black. "You haven't told me what you want yet, spunky child."

Sinna, a bit creeped out by how normal Samaels form was (she would never admit it) and quite anxious to get to he problem at hand, just frowned at Violeta, then walked as close as she could get to the demon, and spoke -no, demanded- "you are going to tell us why mortmains machines are still running even though he is dead. Got it?"