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These are the halls, stairs and corridors between all the rooms. Some walls are lined with pictures of shadowhunters past, and others great tapestries.

Rose walked through the halls in her tight black leggings and singlet top, she actually had no idea where she was planning on going. She walked with confidence though, not once not looking like she didn't know where to go. She wore her family blade on her waist, like always, ready for when a time came in which she needed to use it.

Lissa crept up behind a corner, silent in her wedged boots, knowing Rose was walking behind the other side. "Zmey" she whispered, and a silver snake whip slithered down her arm. It's emerald eyes glowed as it attempted to sneak-strike Rose's ankle.

Rose, always observant heard a sound and gracefully turned around, pulling out her blade. The snake lightly brushed her ankle but just missed. A grin made it's way of her face, as she held her blade out before her, sending it towards Lissa's arm, not enough force to cause lasting damage though. "It's lovely to see you lissa." She grinned.

Lissa caught sight of Rose's blade striking towards her. She dove out of the way, but a touch too late as she felt a long scrape on her arm. Beads of blood formed around the wound. "Shit," she muttered, and she swiftly ducked behind Rose. She wrapped her arm around Rose's neck, and held her whip towards her threateningly. "It's always lovely to see you too, Rose."

Rose smiled triumphantly when she cut Lissa's arm. She found her way out of Lissa's hold, her blade out ready. "It's always a pleasure." Her smile was kinder now, except her blade was still out incase. "Well Lissa dear, how have you been?" She teased.

Lissa's snake whip slithered back down around her arm and into its belt case. "Now, now, there's no need for the blade out, Rose," she teased back, "it's always good to practice our skills. It just so happens that we're just as good as each other, parabatai." She felt the blood slowly leaking down her arm, and she winced as a stinging sensation started. She twisted her arm over so that she could see the cut.

"That's what you get for having the same trainer." She grinned, slowly pulling the blade back toward her waist. She felt slightly guilty when she saw the blood on Lissa's arm, only slightly. "Here." She said pulling out her steel and grabbing Lissa's arm. She traced the Iratze onto it, that rune was second nature to her, she didn't even need to think about it.

Lissa smiled when the Iratze Rose traced onto her arm healed the wound with a sharp pain, then a slight tingling sensation. "Thanks," she said, "shall we go to a training room? I'd love to train some more. I want to practise with a seraph blade." She slung her arm around Rose's shoulder.

Rose smiled and pocket her Stele, "it's only my pleasure parabatai." She said, pocketing her stele. She leant against the wall, her arms crossed against her chest. "I just happen to be the master of the blades." She boasted teasingly. She placed her arm around Lissa's shoulder a smile upon her face, "To the Training room. " She declared.

"Ah, but you see here," Lissa chuckled, "we fit together as one, as a puzzle piece fits another. You're good with blades and swords, I'm good with whips and arrows. Yes, to the training room it is." She smiled, and headed to one of the many training rooms in the Academy.

((Shall we?))

This place was wildly unfamiliar to her and she was just as tired from her trip, but she seemed to find herself wandering. Her feet, now bare, padded softly against the floor. She paused, staring ahead of herself blankly. A yawn escaped her lips, sweater dropping past her elbows as she lifted a hand to cover her mouth.

((Try placing 'her' name first when posting your first post, that way I won't wonder who might 'she' be.))

Alven, with his usual neon outfit, walked through the halls as he whistled some random tune. It was a great day, since none of the shadow hunters he had passed pointed out his quite not-so-shadow-hunter attire. Checkered shorts and a neon orange hoody was what he was wearing, unlike the other hunters who were wearing all black attire.
Just when he was about to head to the training room to make fun of someone, he spotted a girl. She looked unfamiliar, which means interesting. Plus she looked sleepy too, which was a bonus. He walked towards her with a grin, "I haven't seen you around here. Name's Alven." He greeted, albeit introducing himself at the same time.

Turning on her heels slowly, Mortica-Casketine slid her gaze over the approaching figure. "Of course you wouldn't have seen me, I just got here," she stated, crossing her arms under her chest. She snorted lightly at the sight of his attire, a smile flickering over her lips. "Morticia-Casketine Graves."

"Lovely bright name" Alven commented, a grin clear on his face. Her name was obviously not so bright, but hey, he loves interesting stuff, and stuff includes people. "So what is your intention in coming here, then? I mean, not that I'm being so stalkerish. It's just that I rarely see lovely ladies around, they tend to be always on the job." He said, eyeing her.

((Cas, Alven not Chester. XD))

((holy mother of... Sorry! HABITS DIE HARD))

(( Haha, s'okay, Alven is so much like Chester lmao XD))

((Actually, I realized not so long ago that Chester's the only one I can rp naturally. So yeah, I just kinda...renamed him. xD))

Mortica cocked her head to the side, amusement faintly lining her features. "Stalkerish? No, I never would have thought that," she drawled, brows raised, "I'm here for the same purpose of others our age: to learn. Poland wasn't working out for me." Of course, there was the also the matter of her brother running loose in the city. As his younger sibling, it was her responsibility to find him.

"To learn, really?" Alven repeated what she said, interested in her words. "Others our age huh, I'm not exactly here to learn." He was just there to have fun, since he was already advanced when it comes to knowledge and stuff- quite unexpected to someone like him. "Anyway, what's up with Poland? I heard it's a nice place there."

"Too close to family," Morticia replied after a moment of thought, "There are far too many relatives in Poland. Here, there are none. I can do what I want without someone reporting it back to my parents. Plus, I heard the...methods taught here were better." She shrugged, leaning now against the wall. "Why are you here?"

"You have an interesting life then." Alven commented when Moticia told him about her family. "I'm here purely just for fun. I meet interesting people here, and killing demons is not exactly illegal so it's fun and consequence-free." He added with a grin. "There's just something about being a shadow hunter that makes my life less boring."

"I think it might be the killing things part of it," Morticia remarked, "I mean, that is what you said before." This time, she allowed a half-smile to lift up the right side of her lips. "My life was boring, and it still is. Learning, learning, learning. That was the deal I had, anyways."

"Eh learning is fun until someone tells you it's required." Alven said in a joking tone. "Personally I like reading books even if I have an attention span of a six year old. Some subjects are interesting enough." He added with a smile, "At least you seem to have a purpose in life. Still alive, and pretty much okay."

"And that would make you not alive? Or more than alive," Morticia-Casketine questioned, brows knit with curiosity, "The subject of the book is key for me to get interested. What do you read?"

"I just live like I'm ready to die, which kinda makes me alive. Like seriously, not dead means alive right? I'm a collection of contradictions, alive today dead tomorrow." Alven joked, although he was telling the truth in a way that it almost seems to be hard to understand.. "And by your questions on what books I read, don't even start. I read all kinds, except the ones about theories and all those other uninteresting stuff."

"What is the uninteresting stuff," Morticia prodded, now leaning towards him. Maybe the people here weren't as boring as she'd encountered before. Or, this particular person was a special case. "I think the most interesting things involve death. It's contradictory in the theory of it, no? That's what I think, at least."

"I totally totally agree with you!" Alven laughed heartily. It was rare to find someone who was interested in death, like him. "Seriously, I am so interested in everything concerning life- which means yes death plays such an important role in it. There's just something about the instantaneous absence of life, the lack of it or the times that something that lived for years, has memories and spent hours doing things can just die in a minute or two. Death is a very interesting thing, and so are demons." He ranted, loving everything he was hearing- which was his voice mostly.

"Two minutes is too fast," Morticia scoffed, pushing off the wall now, "Death is as important as life, and it should be long and drawn out. I can say that the same would apply for demons. Don't they have to pay for what they've done to all the innocent people out there? I like to watch them bleed. It makes a nice tie-dye for fabric."

"Long you say, for demons? What's to say I wasn't speaking of humans instead? What I am trying to say is that a person, or a human, dying so fast is just hilarious. I mean, a man worked for years to get his life, and it's funny as heck that he loses it in a matter of minutes! It's like people are reminded every now and then that their entire life is just one hilarious joke. No point in life." Alven said, half of his interest in the girl in front of him dropping. And he thought she was like him! Ha, not even a bit. He snorted. "I don't believe in retribution or revenge for humans either, or that anyone should pay for killing innocents. I don't care about them at all. I personally think that demons are very interesting species, much more so than the average boring human. If they aren't trying to kill me, I'd love to talk to them. Too bad I don't encounter much demons that expresses the same interest I have." He grinned, not minding the fact that he sound so much like a psychopath.

"A long death for a demon would be just as humiliating. They have enough strength to insult you and threaten you, all the while you play around with it," Morticia-Casketine stated, "We used to hold parties with that as the main attraction. Starve the demon for weeks, put a few humans in the ring, then get a lone hunter in. It's such good fun. Especially when the hunter is young. They get cocky, think they can take it, and will soon be pulled up in a stretcher crying for their mother while my brother or I steps in to clean up the mess." She smiled fondly at the memory, before letting the nostalgia seep away. "I have held a conversation with a demon before; just before I slit his throat. He was hitting on, I think, explaining a number of intimate ways he would like to kill me for disposing of his friends."

((I live to scare ^-^ ))

"If only a lot of people hold the same type of humor." Alven commented, "And only if a lot of demons are capable of holding a conversation. Only a selected few, higher ones, are capable. I talked to one, before, and I can say that he was fantastically looking so human. I mean, when he revealed he was a demon right when he killed another shadow hunter that was with me, I couldn't bring myself to kill him! Didn't believed me at first, when I said I'd love to let him live, but he did when I did. We had to part ways after three days when a shadow hunter saw us. Had to pretend that the demon took me, but it was worth it." He laughed, reminiscing the past. "We may have killed four families, or five. Time flies when you're having fun after all."

"Five?" The conversation was most definitely taking on a turn towards interesting. Better, so far, than any interaction she'd ever been forced into. "How did you do it? I imagine they must not have seen it coming."

((Sorry it's so short. I had to switch to my phone))

"Allegedly," Alven began, using the word allegedly because that way no one gets to accuse him of crimes he is guilty of. "the five or more families did saw it coming. They had it coming. We, I mean the demon with me watching, sent them a premonition. You know, a warning. Kill one family member, and he paints the walls with his/her blood. Tell them to run, again with me just watching in a corner unseen, and they do. It was hilarious how the parents always protects the little ones. I think there was one shadow hunter family though, and he was so gobsmacked when he saw me. See, I'm not exactly so forgettable." He explained, pointing out the fact that he doesn't really look like a regular shadow hunter. "And his family would have lived if both of us agreed to let them go, too bad we both agreed to not letting them go. It was the best hunt too, knowing that I really can't let the guy go... allegedly." He grinned, "I had to part ways with my friend though. Gotta keep my shadow hunter status, didn't killed him."

((My character is supposed to think she's better than everybody else because she's pretty, smart, and athletic so yeah))

Beth shut her door behind her, and walked out into the hall. She was going to go train with her throwing knives.
As she started down the hall, she noticed a pair of people talking. They were Alven and Morticia-Catherine, the newest shadowhunter at the Institute.
"I see you've finally found yourself a friend, Alven. " she remarked coldly. Before he had a chance to respond, she looked at Morticia-Casketine. "You. You're new, right? The one with the terribly morbid name."

((Oh god, I just realized that auto correct changed casketine to Catherine. So sorry!))

((My character is not new, fyi. He's a fourth year, so it's his fourth year in the academy. Not a new guy.))

((Svetlana, there is a slight comment of powerplay in your comment where you decide whether Alven responds or not. That's not allowed, so could you please change it? And also, if your character has not actually met the others yet for the first time, you might want to roleplay that some other time. :) Just a friendly reminder!))

((Its not really power play, because he can still respond. I was just saying something to both of them in one line. Also, because my character is a 6th year, she would have already known Alven from before))

Alven shut his mouth, not really minding the fact that someone just barged in into their very interesting conversation- and the girl brought the aura of being a non-interesting-person too. He grinned at her though, because he likes grinning at people...but that's the only thing he did.
He turned back to his apparently 'new friend', "So, where were we? Right. We were talking about the efficiency of steles. Quite useful stuff they are." He told Morticia, his face devoid of any lying. He ignored the new girl who barged in, deciding he'll just erase her entire being by using selective hearing and seeing. Hopefully Morticia will get the message that he doesn't want to talk to the new person.

"Sounds like it was fun," Morticia-Casketine remarked, fully smiling now, "I'm a little sad I couldn't have been there to see it. Although, I would have let the oldest and youngest children live. So, when they get old enough for families of their own, you can repeat the cycle. They think it's a family curse later on, and I really enjoy th trying to make sense of the never ending death around them. Plenty of humans to kill, as well." She paused to turn her attention to the girl that had called out to her. Smile faltering and a brow raised in slight contempt, she bobbed her head in a nod. "Who wants to know?"

(( :) If you want to still give him a chance to respond you may just want it revise that sentence. I see what you mean but saying before he had a chance to respond, is kind of saying that he didn't. But, I see your intentions just the wording makes is seem like power play. Also it's not up to you to decide if Alven and Morticia are new. That's all. :D))

((Wow Morticia and Alven surely gets along xD))

((Haha they sure do ^-^ she's my favorite psychopathic character))

((Let's give Svetlana a chance to reply then, I wouldn't want to look like we're powerplaying.))

Beth walked a way, nose in the air. She had no time for weirdos like them.

Alven tried not to laugh, he really did...but he couldn't help it. He laughed, looking at the retreating form of whoever it was. Then he turned to Morticia, "Well, that was interesting don't you think?" He asked, a bit amused that the girl was naturally repelled.

Morticia shrugged in reply. "Not as interesting as if is gotten a chance to knock her down a leg or two," she drawled, "She looks so full of herself." Squinting as she watched the girl's retreating figure, her lips curled up in slight disgust. "And skinny."