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pineslog2017-05-26 09:10 am
angelic_archer) wrote in pineslog2017-05-26 09:10 am
May 20, Just another Saturday night
Who: Alec Lightwood, Magnus Bane, and Izzy Lightwood
Where: The Lightwood-Bane household
When: May 20th
What: The family discusses the strange phone calls.
Warnings: Will update if needed
[Closed]
Alec had heard the messages, but hadn't reacted in obvious ways. He'd sat down with a book, pretending to read while mulling over what was going on. He didn't know anyone who had made the announcements but they seemed to believe their warnings. Alec had felt something in his leg after the accident, the tracker he assumed, but he'd thought it was a remnant of an old injury. He had enough scars to make the idea plausible.
Video cameras. Trackers. Bodies that weren't human.
Just another Saturday night...
Shaking his head, he knew that the cameras and the trackers weren't normal in relation to the life he'd had in New York. Unidentifiable species didn't faze him either. Technically, most of his friends had been in the 'not-human' category and Nephilim and Warlocks might not be classified as human either. If the Mundanes in town started to fear their Downworlder neighbors...
Standing, set down his book and he poked his head into Magnus' workshop, smiling at his husband to hide his worries. "Didn't you want Izzy and me to show you the staff work we're starting to remember?" The training room would be perfect for the three of them to discuss what was going on.
Where: The Lightwood-Bane household
When: May 20th
What: The family discusses the strange phone calls.
Warnings: Will update if needed
[Closed]
Alec had heard the messages, but hadn't reacted in obvious ways. He'd sat down with a book, pretending to read while mulling over what was going on. He didn't know anyone who had made the announcements but they seemed to believe their warnings. Alec had felt something in his leg after the accident, the tracker he assumed, but he'd thought it was a remnant of an old injury. He had enough scars to make the idea plausible.
Video cameras. Trackers. Bodies that weren't human.
Just another Saturday night...
Shaking his head, he knew that the cameras and the trackers weren't normal in relation to the life he'd had in New York. Unidentifiable species didn't faze him either. Technically, most of his friends had been in the 'not-human' category and Nephilim and Warlocks might not be classified as human either. If the Mundanes in town started to fear their Downworlder neighbors...
Standing, set down his book and he poked his head into Magnus' workshop, smiling at his husband to hide his worries. "Didn't you want Izzy and me to show you the staff work we're starting to remember?" The training room would be perfect for the three of them to discuss what was going on.