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The Institute, New York, Monday
Mar. 9th, 2015 11:09 pm"Berlin. No survivors. Bangkok. No survivors. Moscow. No survivors. Los Angeles —"
( There were survivors in Los Angeles. )
Some hours later, there was a shimmering Portal just outside the Institute. Most of the Shadownhunters were already gone, but the Lightwoods, as guardians of the Institute, would be the last ones through.
And Isabelle, in her cloak of heavy, velvety black material that buckled across the chest, was standing apart from the others, looking towards the street. She'd asked Flick to come. Just for a moment. Just for a goodbye.
[ooc: NFB, to be continued in the comments. And off to the final book we go! Taken with editing from Cassandra Clare's City of Heavenly Fire.]
( There were survivors in Los Angeles. )
Some hours later, there was a shimmering Portal just outside the Institute. Most of the Shadownhunters were already gone, but the Lightwoods, as guardians of the Institute, would be the last ones through.
And Isabelle, in her cloak of heavy, velvety black material that buckled across the chest, was standing apart from the others, looking towards the street. She'd asked Flick to come. Just for a moment. Just for a goodbye.
[ooc: NFB, to be continued in the comments. And off to the final book we go! Taken with editing from Cassandra Clare's City of Heavenly Fire.]
