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[strongest_faith]

It's a drizzly spring in New York, so Alec is making the most of Milliways for its sunshine. He has decided, since he keeps ending up here anyway, that he shouldn't fritter the time away completely.

So there's a Shadowhunter in a meadow out back, practicing his flips off a sturdy tree. He's getting a little sunburned, but it's nothing an iratze later won't fix.

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[manythorned]

The redhead watching him curiously has been slathered in sunscreen. She's learned on that the hard way. She's also wearing a big, floppy hat.

[strongest_faith]

Alec doesn't immediately notice her. He's started to let his guard down in Milliways, maybe a little too much.

When he does notice, he's in the middle of a flip, and his surprise throws him off balance so that, instead of landing neatly on his feet, he ends up rolling smoothly into a crouch.

[manythorned]

"Oh!"

She didn't mean to throw him off. She half scrambles over to help him.

"Are you okay?" He looks okay.

[strongest_faith]

He's definitely okay, and he springs to his feet in an easy, graceful move.

"Yeah, fine," he says. "I didn't see you." He says this like it's his own failing, not hers. He should have been paying better attention.

[manythorned]

She looks relieved.

"Don't worry. Most people don't notice me, which is okay, you know? I don't think I could handle the pressure if they did."

[strongest_faith]

"I'm not most people," he mutters, more to himself than to her.

Then, "Were you watching me train?"

[manythorned]

"Are you a superhero?" Asked completely seriously.

Rose nods. "It's really cool."

[childofrebellion]

Cassian's headed out to the firing range and stops to watch the flips, that's impressive, he wonders who this man uses that skill. All his tattoos seem to speak to a history too, but not one in a language that Cassian knows. As he gets nearer, he makes his footsteps louder.

[strongest_faith]

When Alec hears someone approaching, he lands his next flip easily, landing with a cat-like lightness. Straightening, he looks around until he spots who it is.

"Hi," he says, because it's usually better to greet strangers than ignore them in his experience.

[childofrebellion]

He waves as he moves in Alec's with a nod towards the path to the range, his blaster's at his hip and he's in his brown captain's jacket, "I'm headed to the firing range. You're good at that. Are you an acrobat?"

[strongest_faith]

"No, a Shadowhunter," Alec says, brushing a bit of grass and dirt from his palms onto his jeans. "There's a firing range?"

Clearly more important than any sort of polite conversation.

[childofrebellion]

"Yes, down this way. A Shadownhunter, I've never heard that before. Are you like a bounty hunter?"

Though there's something that could be almost Mandolorian about that title.

[strongest_faith]

Alec glances down the way. He'll have to remember that the next time he ends up here with his bow.

"No, like a demon hunter."

[angry_friendship_wolf]

There's a boy around Alec's age a little way off, practicing punches on a punching bag hanging from a tree, because that's a good enough excuse to enjoy the sun as any.

He's occasionally glancing over to Alec, because hey, flips are cool. Everyone loves a good flip.

"Training for an acrobatics competition?" He calls over after one of the flips, before returning to jabbing at the bag.

It's Milliways, so he strongly suspects the reason for the flipping has less to do with impending acrobatics tournaments and more to do with supervillains/monsters/aliens/what-have-you.

[strongest_faith]

Alec shakes himself out of his concentrated focus to shift his attention to the boy he'd been mostly blocking out.

"No?" He says like he doesn't quite make the connection. "Er...demon hunting."

That's worked the most often as the easiest way to explain what he does.

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"-- You might be the first demon hunter I've met here, actually," Yamato says, throwing a few more jabs at the bag. "Most of the people I've met have been wizards, superheroes, or rebels against tyrannical governments, I think."

It was probably only a matter of time until he met a demon hunter, on balance.

He frowns a little, shifting his footing slightly, then attacking the bag again: Jab, jab, straight, jab, jab, straight, rinse, repeat.

"We, er, don't have demons on my world, at least not literal ones, so I admit I'm imagining red skin and pitchforks," he says, cracking a split-second grin. "But I'm guessing they're a lot worse than that."

[strongest_faith]

"It's not a very common profession." Even in his world, very, very few mundanes have actually met a Shadowhunter, and even fewer of them know what a Shadowhunter does.

It's difficult to carry on a conversation while repeatedly running up a tree, so Alec takes a break, dropping onto the grass in the shade of his flipping tree. His very pale skin is very pink just now, so he fumbles in his pocket for his stele--a crystal-like rod roughly the length of a wizard's wand--and sets it to his skin, wincing slightly as he begins to draw an iratze to heal the sunburn.

"No pitchforks. I've never met a demon that needed a weapon." Not between teeth, tentacles, stingers, and claws.

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"I figured that much," Yamato says, in regards to it not being a common profession. "But that's pretty much the norm for this place. The number of people I've met here who do have commonplace jobs could probably be counted on my fingers."

Although even some of those people have side-businesses in superheroism and the like.

"How do you fight them? I take it the ..." He makes a vague wand-waving gesture, pointing at the stele, "... is part of it."

[strongest_faith]

Alec considers this for a moment and realizes that he...actually doesn't know what most of the people he's met do for a living. Possibly he should spruce up his small talk skills if he's going to keep meeting people.

The stele leaves a black rune in its wake that fades along with the pink in Alec's skin. "This?" he holds it up. "This isn't a weapon."

[starrydome]

A tall figure emerges from the trees some ways away.

Tall. Long hair.
Flowing robes.
A circlet.

The pace is unhurried. Every movement elegant and precise.

He seems to have been gathering flowers.

[strongest_faith]

He looks fae, but Alec has already insulted someone by assuming they were a faerie, so he keeps that assumption to himself. And he'll keep up his practicing, though he's tracking the figure's movements.

[starrydome]

Elrond walks through the meadow, mindful of not disturbing the young Man at his practice, as he looks for - Ah, yes. There it was.

Mugwort. And nice and dry too.

He cuts off the top part and adds it to his bundle.

[strongest_faith]

Still looks fae, but he also doesn't look to be harming anyone or anything, so Alec just keeps running up that tree and flipping back.

[starrydome]

Elrond is a very safe individual.

Except for when he is not.

He pauses to observe the young Man's practice. He seems very dedicated.

[strongest_faith]

He's very dedicated. Dedicated enough that he keeps practicing until he starts getting creeped out by this guy.

When he lands (light as an elf) from one of his flips, he pushes his unkempt black hair out of his face with one hand and says, "You should take a picture. It'd last longer."

Not as witty as Jace would have been, but he thinks it does the trick.