( 001 ) clairvoyance // video // unlocked to both courts.

[artem]

( The image that appears isn't that of the owner of the voice, but a sketchbook. In it, a sketch, of one of the areas of the inside of Caer Scima. One that Clary herself did. There are other drawings, but she's not about to divulge them just yet. For now... )

I've only ever seen archways close to this at the New York Institute... The architecture here doesn't match what I've seen of fairies' work before. They're underground, in their realm, and just about everything is made out of trees and leaves and flowers. This is... Completely different. I'm trying to draw pretty much anything and everything that I can. If I ever make it back... There are people who'd wanna know all of this. Anyway...

( The video shifts focus to a redheaded girl with bright green eyes, covered in freckles... And strange black markings, symbols, all over her skin. She smiles. )

Has anyone else ever had an experiences with fairies before coming here?

Comments

are you a blonde haired golden eyed angel boy? no? THEN SHE AINT INTERESTED.

[artem]

( what. is this. guy's. DEAL. ) Thank you.

rude tbh

[caditquaestio]

Well met. And you are... apprenticed to a craftsman?

well it's not really her fault that he's her destiny and they're in 4ever love. but he's not here.

[artem]

No. Just an artist. I mean... My mom's a painter, too. Or she was - it's complicated. But, no. I'm not an apprentice.

medieval cheating is da way, gurrrrl

[caditquaestio]

A pity. Skills shouldn't go wasted. Does your father not permit it?

OH SHIT HE JUST SAID THE BUZZWORD

[artem]

( Flatly. ) My father is dead. ( P.S. I KILLED HIM HAHAHAHAHA Hh...a.h... )

worst first hook up

[caditquaestio]

May... God have him in His care.

LOL I CAN't DEAL WITH THIS THREAD ANYMORE I QUIT RP BYE

[artem]

( To that, Clary scoffs. ) I doubt it.

OH YEAH? 1/2

[caditquaestio]

Truly? But God is omnipotent, omniscient and benevolent. It is known. And it is written.

I tell you, it is. I am... patroned. By a bishop. He has taught me of God's ways.

[caditquaestio]

Perhaps we should cross paths, so I may... recite to you. From the Scriptures.

[artem]

( Wow, how sanctimonious can you be? Clary flips it back to video and glares, fierce as fire, and her skin is visible. Black runes, written all over her. Faded ones, a lighter grey. And white scars left behind from those which have already served their purpose. ) Do your scriptures talk about Nephilim?

[caditquaestio]

[ The hint of a pause, then slow recovery by way of... humming, sing-sung and faint. ]

...you have me. [ Quickly - ] No, not as you might think it. No. There is writing to suit them, but the Scriptures aren't - the decision to include is... shall we say, the matter is under treaty.

[ He laughs. ]

Where it is like to stay.

[artem]

Well, that's your loss, then. ( She rolls up one of her sleeves and exposes more runes. ) I am Nephilim. Shadowhunter, actually, is what most people call us. Trust me when I say I highly doubt my father made it to Heaven.

[caditquaestio]

As you say, then. And as you wish it.

[artem]

I think we probably have some pretty different ideas about scripture.

[caditquaestio]

It is only a book. It matters less than its readers.

[artem]

There have been a lot of wars and thousands of needless deaths in the world because of the differences between its readers. ( Clary isn't a big fan. )

So, who are you, anyway?

[caditquaestio]

...well. Whom would you like me as?

[artem]

( Oh, he's going to be that guy. Reminds her of her evil demonic brother a little. Kind of annoying. And unsettling. ) Yourself. Got a name?

[caditquaestio]

You mistake me. I meant to be someone you might like. But... as you choose. Valentino.

[artem]

And who says I wouldn't like you for just being you? ( Oh. Then he says his name. )

... Isn't that Italian for Valentine?

[caditquaestio]

[ Sharper - ]

Or Spanish. As you please - again.

[artem]

Do you have another name, maybe? ( My dad's name was Valentine pls no. )

[caditquaestio]

[ Well, then. ]

...Iulius.

[artem]

I'm -- sorry. My father's name was Valentine. ( Awkward face. )

I'm Clary.

[caditquaestio]

Ah. How... unfortunate of me to... share the name.