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nysalogs2017-08-18 05:53 am
obstinance) wrote in nysalogs2017-08-18 05:53 am
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Who: Clary Fray (obstinance) & Diana (wondie)
What: Members of the Royal Guard on the hunt.
When: Mid-August.
Where: Nobles District.
Warning(s): Mild violence?
[ It should be a relatively easy task.
Should is the keyword. The simplicity of the assignment hardly matters; the pressure to perform efficiently and correctly is still an unwelcome shadow at Clary's back, regardless, and the knowledge that she is (and always will be) in yet another position where she feels it's necessary to prove herself is... strenuous, to say the least.
Better to feel the flutter of adrenaline and anticipation in her stomach than to be overly confident, she supposes. Arrogance and underestimating the enemy has never been a successful approach for anyone. With that in mind, she isn't terribly offended by Ashti's insistence that she should take a partner for the mission — even less affronted when a candidate is selected for her, however cautious she is in working with someone she's yet to meet for herself.
She's only received a single name — Diana — instead of a description, but Clary waits for her partner where she's been instructed to, lingering on the border where the Nobles District begin. The issue in that? Any person wandering by could be her colleague, but it's safe to assume the woman sporting a familiar badge on her left breast is exactly who she's meant to be looking for. ]
Diana? [ For the sake of sparing herself any embarrassment, she's visibly hopeful she's approached the right woman, especially when she's already extending her hand. ] Clary. We're supposed to be chasing down a shapeshifter? I don't know if you were briefed, but that's the quick notes version.
[ That wasn't supposed to come out as a question, but Clary at least has the foresight to keep her voice quiet, trusting the chatter of the locals will (mostly) protect them from prying ears. ]
obstinance) & Diana (wondie) What: Members of the Royal Guard on the hunt.
When: Mid-August.
Where: Nobles District.
Warning(s): Mild violence?
[ It should be a relatively easy task.
Should is the keyword. The simplicity of the assignment hardly matters; the pressure to perform efficiently and correctly is still an unwelcome shadow at Clary's back, regardless, and the knowledge that she is (and always will be) in yet another position where she feels it's necessary to prove herself is... strenuous, to say the least.
Better to feel the flutter of adrenaline and anticipation in her stomach than to be overly confident, she supposes. Arrogance and underestimating the enemy has never been a successful approach for anyone. With that in mind, she isn't terribly offended by Ashti's insistence that she should take a partner for the mission — even less affronted when a candidate is selected for her, however cautious she is in working with someone she's yet to meet for herself.
She's only received a single name — Diana — instead of a description, but Clary waits for her partner where she's been instructed to, lingering on the border where the Nobles District begin. The issue in that? Any person wandering by could be her colleague, but it's safe to assume the woman sporting a familiar badge on her left breast is exactly who she's meant to be looking for. ]
Diana? [ For the sake of sparing herself any embarrassment, she's visibly hopeful she's approached the right woman, especially when she's already extending her hand. ] Clary. We're supposed to be chasing down a shapeshifter? I don't know if you were briefed, but that's the quick notes version.
[ That wasn't supposed to come out as a question, but Clary at least has the foresight to keep her voice quiet, trusting the chatter of the locals will (mostly) protect them from prying ears. ]
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Yes. Good to meet you, Clary. ( she tucks her hand back into the black of her cloak after their handshake. what with the black of her feathered cloak and the black uniform of the guard, she could look a bit dour, especially with her dark hair. somehow she manages to look quite regal, though... damn her and her perfect amazon genes.
she's notably without a headband at her brow, though Clary wouldn't know her well enough to know that it's missing. she chooses not to wear the keepsake of her aunt for her work as a guard. ) I had not heard the details, no. Either way, I am with you.
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Someone keeps robbing people at knife point, but figuring out who they are is going to be the hard part. I don't know if you've ever met a shapeshifter or anything like it, but they're really good at changing their appearance to blend in.
[ that's the most precise explanation she can come up with, at least where a woman who may or may not be familiar with magic. it's... a valiant effort, to her credit, when she isn't quite the expert she would prefer to be. ]
I figured the only way to actually get to them would be to draw them out. Bait, maybe. [ give her a moment to give diana a once-over, contemplative rather than judgmental or seedy. diana is another isabelle lightwood with her genetics, placed on soil to make all mere mortal women feel bad about themselves, and the way she holds herself isn't conducive to playing the role of some naive citizen with too many coins in her purse. ] No offense, but I think whoever is behind this will assume I'm an easier target than you are.
[ is that a compliment to diana or an insult to clary? it's a mystery. ]
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( she has, actually, she just hadn't known it at the time. that's rather the trouble with shape shifters, isn't it? still, Diana doesn't seem troubled by the concept of magic, because she isn't. she's coming to terms with her own mystical capacities, and even if she wasn't, magic was simply a commonplace idea on Themyscira. it was only after leaving it that magic had been presented as foreign and impossible, instead of simply something that had died out with time.
even with a target that could change their face, the act of violence should be easy to keep track of. ) If we track something they are wearing, we will be better able to find them even wearing a different face. ( ideally, they could spot something unique, or make something they could trace. jewelry, or creating a tear to keep mind of.
is it offensive, to imply that she can take care of herself? Diana seems mildly amused and confused at once. ) All right. Does our mark have a particular fondness for spoils, or anything they can manage?
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and, failing that? maybe, just maybe, her tracking abilities will come in handy, if she can get them to work in her favor. her experience in that regard is minimal, but it isn't a horrible opportunity to hone that innate skill, in spite of the pressure at her back. ]
Anything they can manage, I think. The more expensive looking, the better. [ not that clary has much to offer, but a coin purse that looks hefty enough should manage nicely, shouldn't it? with that said: ] I could probably manage to track them down if we can get our hands on something that belongs to them. Clothing, hair — even an eyelash could help.
[ please don't actually pull an eyelash. ]
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a curious suggestion. any piece of their mark? ) All right. I'll follow behind you, if I spot anything I'll try to get something if I can.
( hopefully they can catch the shapeshifter without the song and dance, though if they get away some other method of tracking will be useful. Diana nods, once, to give sign that she's ready. )
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Got it. It's safe with me.
[ hopefully that won't be a lie. once diana gives the signal, clary nods back, stepping forward to try to keep an easy pace. she undoubtedly stands out in a district filled with nobles with their pretty gowns and expensive jewels, but a misplaced refugee should be enough of a lure to draw out their thief. she's had the common sense not to sport the guard's stone on her chest, after all; as she's told diana, she looks to be an easier, more vulnerable target than any of the nobility skirting the streets, and that false appearance has some pay-off when she glances out of her peripherals and rounds the corner of the stretching street to note that she is, in fact, being followed by a cloaked figure that decidedly isn't diana. ]
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Diana is not exactly known for her capacity to blend into crowds. she is surprisingly good with rubbing elbows with nobles, though. she shifts back in the people wandering the stalls and shops, stopping for an occasional word or glance at wares, though her attention never lingers far from Clary.
luckily for Diana, Clary doesn't exactly blend, either, thanks to her stock of fire-red hair.
when a cloaked figure peels from an alley and starts to skirt in Clary's direction, Diana starts to step free of the crowd. if she can't manage that, well... her hand lands at her lasso. she'll get something off the thief whether she's next to the shapeshifter or not, if Clary herself can't manage something. )
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a quick glance over her shoulder, peering out into the crowd to spot that noble stature, confirms diana's involvement. that diverted attention is all the thief in question needs to close in, and it's when clary's head whips back around that fingers close in around her wrist. she can't complain that her distraction has worked in their favor, as reflexive as it is to try to twist her wrist out of a stranger's grasp before she realizes what's occurred, pauses, and smiles.
the crowd of nobles is less enthused about a sudden confrontation in their district if the gasps have anything to say about it, but it's with some attempt at looking helpless and wriggling that she eventually, inevitably, and suddenly jerks their target's arm and spins them around, shoving the thief in diana's direction.
as she's noted: trust is a necessary component to efficient teamwork. with the right strategy, they can hopefully box their criminal in. ]
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she doesn't grab with her hands, instead the gold of her lasso slithers out and snags at the capped figure. they twist to try and evade but it's like struggling in quicksand, and they only manage to trip themselves further into the line. the amazon princess keeps the lasso tight, pressing a boot on the back of the stranger, dark eyes scanning to Clary to see if she was still in one piece. she seemed to be. )
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the quick snap of movement reminds her of izzy, of the coil of her whip and the ease in which clary had known her to wield it — confident, almost bordering on cocky. diana displays none of that arrogance. if anything, it seems more like assured reflex, enough so that clary's choice to trust in her partner is reaffirmed.
more importantly, it means less work in hunting him through the streets, scandalizing nobles by giving chase to a known (but mysterious, all the same) criminal. clary, for her part, is as agile and hasty as she would be if their target had fled the scene. she's careful not to upset civilians, in spite of that, restraining herself from violently pushing through the crowd as she makes a straight beeline for diana and their captive.
the fingers she hooks into diana's lasso are more exploratory, inquisitive, than searching for any give the material might have. whatever it's been created from, their confronted criminal seems none too pleased with finding himself in its clutches, but clary gives him little acknowledgement until she's straightened herself again. the royal guard might be new to her here, but combat isn't, nor is interrogating a criminal. it's easy to fall back into the role of shadowhunter, arms crossed as she gives him a cursory glance and an unimpressed look. ]
You're the thief that's been terrorizing this place? [ half a question, half a statement. she doesn't anticipate a reply, but her eyebrow arches when he bitterly blurts out a yes. ] At least you're smart enough not to lie. [ not when he's already been caught red-handed. she looks from diana and then back to the man (shapeshifter) in question again, tone brokering no argument when she amends, ] Guess that means you won't have any trouble telling us what you did with everything you stole, doesn't it?
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hopefully Clary has a pen and paper, to jot down all the hiding places, before the amazon gets him secured and hauls him back to his feet. )
The lasso of Hestia compels one to tell the truth. ( which explains the stream of consciousness, offering the answer to Clary's question and then some. Diana is not as apologetic about the forced honesty as she could be, yet her brows are tucked in a bit of reluctance at the man's nervous stammering all the same. ) We should get him back to Ashti for a proper confession.
( lasso compelled honesty probably didn't count. )
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there's no way in hell she's going to recall most of that. her expression says as much when she glances up at diana, though it quickly contorts into bemusement. ]
Hestia. [ had she heard that right? ] Like the goddess?
[ that's strange, but she has little room to judge. if ithuriel happens to be real, she supposes greco-roman gods and goddesses aren't much of a stretch. diana doesn't seem the type to joke to that degree, either; clary can only assume it's the truth. she shakes her head, as if shaking off that incredulity as she lifts their captive to his feet. ]
A written one, preferably. I think a lasso that compels might count as a forced confession. [ just saying. ashti will take it over, clary assumes, but she's not forgetting diana's hand in it. ] Thanks for giving me a hand, by the way.
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the whole list was grand, but under the park bench with the birds and just south of the heart shaped rock in the woods were the most unique picks of the bunch. empty warehouses were pretty lazy for a fantastical shape shifting pick pocket.
Diana nods, offering her company a smile. ) Of course. We are sisters in this, Clary Fray. ( sorry, Clary, she totally hits with the full name for impact on occasion, but at least you are getting praised, instead of chastised. nothing brings out the full name like Wonder Woman reading you to filth. )
Come, let us get our thief back to the guard station. ( hopefully they can find most of his stolen wares to return to those who are mourning the loss. shapeshifter pickpocket: solved!! go team!!! )
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[ if word around the street is that there's a talking raccoon and they have a shapeshifter in tow that enjoys feeding birds on the same bench he stores his trinkets, an imbued lasso given to diana from a literal goddess is almost standard fare.
and exceptionally cool. she might be geeking out a little, even if she's trying very hard not to show her excitement and frighten diana off. a little difficult to do when she's just been called a sister by someone like diana... she's managing, though, even if it makes her a little delayed on pulling that struggling criminal along with them. ]
I'm on it. [ trust in her, diana, even if she's an embarrassing nerd. ] I'll let you know if I find any of his stolen merchandise after.
[ is she going to remember to look behind the chamberpot of his favorite prostitute? no, probably not, but maybe she can gather most of the others. a+ job, team, that's a wrap. ]