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[psychowolf]

Next to the fire there is a werewolf sitting in a chair reading a book. Not just any book, he's reading The Shadowhunter Codex

From time to time he takes a sip from the glass on the table next to him.

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[thewidewideworld]

"Hello Clay." Sinric smiles, coming down with his hair unbound and flowing freely around his shoulders. "It's been some time." He tilts his head to read to the cover of the book. "Shadow Hunters? Are they from your world?"

[psychowolf]

Clay sets the book aside and smiles at the man, "Sinric, are you well?"

He gestures to the seat nearby.

[thewidewideworld]

"Very. Thank you." Sinric smiles, tucking the skirt of his tunic under him as he sits. "And you? How long has it been for you?"

[psychowolf]

"About a week" he doesn't know it's been a year Milliways time.

[thewidewideworld]

"It has been four years for me." Sinric shrugs, the years showing in the tiredness of his smile. "I've travelled a long way since I saw you last."

[psychowolf]

"Where have you travelled?" he examines the traveler seeing the differences.

[thewidewideworld]

"Frankia, Paris, Monte Cassino. I'm travelling now to Rome with a group of monks and a priest I knew from a previous life."

[psychowolf]

"What have you learned along the way?" he's had a week of teaching. It might be getting to him a little.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric chuckles. "That there is little privacy travelling with holy men. No matter how much one may want it."

[darkeryetdarker]

Gaster glances at the title of the book. Shadowhunter? He's never heard of such a thing. He might try and steal a peak over Clay's shoulder...of course, now that Cassian's installed the electromagnet in the bar, he's visible to patrons...

[psychowolf]

Clayton would share the book. But if Gaster tries to look over Clay's shoulder he will move out of his chair and face whoever is sneaking up behind and glare.

[darkeryetdarker]

Clay will see a figure clad in black with a skeletal face, who draws back a bit, startled.

He's still not quite used to being seen by others.

[psychowolf]

Clay isn't used to people here, or anywhere, sneaking up on him.


"What do you want?" he says directly and a bit on edge, though he is starting to calm down his instincts are stronger than most.


[OOC: does Gaster have a scent?]

[darkeryetdarker]

Gaster, looking sheepish, pulls out a laptop and begins to type.

[I apologize. I keep forgetting that I'm visible now. I was just curious about what you were reading.]

(ooc: He does not, but Clay might notice a bit of static electricity in the air around him, or smell a trace of ozone.)

[psychowolf]

Clayton takes a moment before responding, "The Shadowhunters Codex" he answers.

[darkeryetdarker]

[What is a Shadowhunter, exactly?]

[psychowolf]

"According to this book, they have angel blood and hunt demons."

[strongest_faith]

Alec, having recently come in from patrol, is dressed in gear, his bow slung over one shoulder. He's also runed all over. Silence, strength, endurance, speed...

Bar almost always strips his glamour rune when he comes in, though, and he smells like someone who's been fighting and like the faintly sulfur smell of demons, so it's likely Clay will know he's there before Alec ends up standing over his shoulder like a creeper.

"You found a copy," he says, nodding to the book as he unslings his bow and quiver and leans them against a chair near Clay.

[psychowolf]

Clay does in deed smell Alec as soon as he walks into the bar. He even turns around to look at him and notices that Alec has been in a fight, but seem okay. Turns back to his reading in case Alec requires cleaning up after battle like so many. He doesn't understand the obsession with being clean, or clothes, but that is what is required to keep the secret.

Clay smiles, "I did. It's quite something." gesturing to the chair nearby for Alec to sit if he wants. Or if he wants to stand Clay wouldn't mind.

[strongest_faith]

Alec takes the seat and says quietly to the bar, "Bar, can I get some water and...maybe a pizza? Pepperoni." An enormous, New York style pepperoni pizza and a very large glass of water show up on the bartop, and Alec exhales in relief. He's always starving after a fight.

"What do you mean 'something'?" he asks warily. Opinions on Shadowhunters tend to be divided.

[psychowolf]

Clay orders two large meat pizza too. He needs to eat alot of calories a day.


Clay hasn't fully formed his opinion of Shadowhunters.


"This is a good read" he lifts up the book.

[strongest_faith]

"Really?" Alec says, tucking into his pizza with the vigor of a teenage boy with the speed of a vampire and the appetite to match (though not the palate). "It's sort of...I mean it's a school book but for pretty young children."

He's been reading his copy since he was about five, though he didn't understand much of it then.

[psychowolf]

Clay too tucks into the pizza with the vigor of a teenage boy but with the speed of a werewolf.

"It's providing insight into your peoples culture. What a society teaches it's children can often show much of the character of a culture."


"There is one thing, how do you handle being in this place with so many mundane's and keeping this secret?" as far a Clay knows Alec think's he is a mundane, unless he can tell that there is more to him.

[strongest_faith]

"By 'this place,' do you mean Milliways or New York?"

He hasn't been trying to keep it a secret here. He's not entirely sure he's met anyone who was truly mundane here.

[psychowolf]

"Milliways. You seem to be so free with the fact that you are a Shadowhunter and the existance of demons here but your mandate, your LAW, says that you have too keep it secret from mundanes." he doesn't understand it.