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Alec slammed his hand against the button in the small cage elevator, and slumped back against the wall. "How much time do we have?"

Isabelle checked the glowing screen of her mobile phone. "About forty minutes."

( And now, for the grande finale. )

[ooc: NFB, NFI, OOC-okay! Summarized from City of Lost Souls, warning for a bloody fight scene.]

Isabelle felt wretched. Between waiting for the Clave to come up with a ruling about Clary, and the calls with Flick and Joi just now, she was feeling terrible. She was standing by the window with Church in her arms, stroking the cat's head absently while cuddling him close to her chest.

( Clary was sitting on Isabelle's bed between a pile of magazines and a rattling stack of seraph blades. )

[ooc: NFB, NFI, OOC-okay! Edited from Cassandra Clare's City of Lost Souls. SECOND-TO-LAST BOOK, PEOPLE!]

Time passed slowly in Idris. It seemed that way to Isabelle, anyway. She felt like it dragged on when there was so little to do, and she couldn't even distract herself with calls or texts. No mundie technology in Idris. The wards messed with it too much. And sure, some things had happened. Jace had investigated what Alec had heard about Simon, and found him in the cells. Isabelle had made sure to get some cow blood out to him. And then things had stopped happening again.

( And now it was Monday evening... )

[ooc: NFB, NFI, OOC-okay. Adapted from City of Glass. Warning for violence, gore, and off-screen character death.]

Isabelle should have known better than to expect anything to go as planned. If you planned a big emergency portal trip to Idris with almost all of the Shadowhunters in New York? Of course you were going to get mobbed by a horde of Forsaken while you were gathered there. As an added bonus, Clary had gotten left behind in New York somehow, and Simon – who'd only been there to see her off – had gotten badly injured and then dragged to safety in Idris by Jace.

( So, that had been yesterday afternoon. )

[ooc: NFB, NFI, OOC-okay. And here begins Cassandra Clare's City of Glass. Luckily it'll go by fast.]

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Entries tagged with person: aline

The Institute, New York, and Poll na mBrón, Ireland, Wednesday Evening

The Institute, New York, Friday

Around Alicante, Idris, Monday Evening

The Penhallows' House, Idris, Saturday

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