Library [12/12]

[talentforlying]

The library was starting to look a little lived-in, with all the researchers running about. John had brought a box of donuts and thrown it on one table, and chaos was reigning as the books were piling up.

It was the librarian manning the desk today, in between circling the library to check his wards and make sure no one was doing any stupid shite. The "No Guns in the Library" sign was displayed prominently again, and the box below it would be happy to hold your weaponry while you were researching.

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Re: Talk to Constantine

[talentforlying]

"Let me guess," he drawled, eying her runes again. "With a title like 'Shadowhunter,' you hunt demons."

Christ on a stick, can't Gabrielle butt out of human business long enough to let kids be kids?

Re: Talk to Constantine

[seveninchmotto]

Actually, this was the Angel Raziel's doing... But close enough.

And she didn't just have the black runes on her skin. Her arms were lightly spiderwebbed with the faint scars of old Marks, one on top of another, on top of another.

"It does seem to be a rather big part of the job description."

Re: Talk to Constantine

[talentforlying]

Didn't they all have scars?

"'S not exactly a job with a long life expectancy or a pension," he commented sarcastically. "...I am going to punch Gabriel for this next time I see his ugly mug."

Re: Talk to Constantine

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle wasn't sure the sarcasm was merited. Shadowhunters grew up knowing they probably wouldn't make it to old age. It wasn't how things worked for them.

It was part of the job, too. It was fact.

She raised an eyebrow. "Who?"