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8 Nashuja, currently known as Anne Young. Over four thousand years old. The Moon is down, The Pleiades. Midnight, The hours flow on, I lie, alone.

[ladynashuja]

boomeranghale​:

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“Yes, that one… Wait, you don’t know her even when the Authority was interested in her?” the werewolf probed, a judgmental smirk on his lips. “Don’t tell me you’re out of the loop on that?” Unfathomable, seeing how she was not only a big deal in the warlock community, but claimed to be an important member of the Authority. “My child?” Peter questioned as his features turned to disgust for a heartbeat. “Wait, you mean Malia,” he realized with a sigh of annoyance. “She does.”

The one good thing about being who he was—or what he was, depending on who you asked—, was Peter’s numb and cold demeanor. Of course, when it came down to it… Well, he didn’t take on three Ghost Riders out of the kindness of his heart. Greed was funny that way. Society believed it made you want the money, the power, status, fame, women, men, sex… Eternal life. Come to terms with it and even a living being becomes but a possession, a whim of your Greed. Peter didn’t have to work hard to put on that mask. While things with Malia had evolved, she had already been but a possession of his… One that didn’t listen. “Tip her if you pass by,” he teased coldly with a chuckle.

He stood by silently, watching as the warlock did her thing. Much more impressive work than that of Druids, that was for sure. There was a certain macabre beauty to it that the werewolf could admire…. And Greed bit at his soul, quietly asking if it was a power they could obtain too. Nashuja’s words pulled him from reality, causing him to chuckle. “Do I look like a father to you?” he questioned with an amused chuckle, knowing the answer damn well. “She’s mine because my blood runs in her. I’m sure it’s in your files somewhere, her true father its Henry Tate.” Malia would not be used against him. And while he knew his daughter had the Desert Wolf’s strength, the protection of the Hales and a True Alpha’s, he wasn’t going to take risks on that. “So, sorry to say we do not have that in common.”

“We do have the Authority though…. Sister? Would Sister be the appropriate title?” She would probably slap him, but Peter was ready to lay in the bed he’d made.

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Nashuja’s expression didn’t change, even as she was caught on her lie. How foolish of her to pretend not to entirely know who Olivia was; she’d gone from one extreme to the other. 

“I’ve read up on her and her lucrative ties, yes, but thus far that olive branch is still tentative,” she glared up at him. “you will not mention any of this to your business partner, that situation is more delicate than even I comprehend. It goes further up than both of us.”

Which wasn’t a lie. The Authority was extremely interested in Olivia and her Daylighter sire both. Nashuja had no idea how to appropriately bring it up to her love, given how volatile Olivia could be and how against she was to organisations; the idea of belonging was bastardised for her into being controlled. To Olivia, something even remotely like the Authority would be a ball and chain rather than the support and ally it was.

Snake eyes looked Peter up and down at his question.

“Ah, so you’re nothing more than a donor? My own father is the same, the demonic prick. Make no mistake, I adore my demonic heritage and family, but that being deserves less respect than the shit on my shoe,” Nashuja grumbled, unsure why she was sharing this with Peter. She clicked her fingers, hushing him as she did so. “Do not speak their name like that! Privacy, my boy, privacy. If you wish to call me sister I don’t care, there are others that do though they’re closer to mine age than yours,”

 “and, regardless of your feelings towards the Tate girl, I warn you now from sister to brother that a wrong move our leaders do not like. We are allies, certainly, but even I- over four thousand years old, powerful, and close enough to whisper in their ear- am not above being chastised in ways more painful than either of us can conceive. They will find a way to destroy you, Peter, if you break any rules whether it’s through Malia or through your new Human beau.”

[ladynashuja]

boomeranghale​:

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Peter stared blankly at the warlock as she spoke, an eyebrow arching in judgement as if by it’s own will. “Nice, nice…” A sighed escaped his lips as his gaze took in the senior member of the Authority before him. “Sad that it was Olivia Sharma’s hand that extended when it was needed… And the Authority’s comes after the fact—either way, color me impressed and thankful,” he added with a forced smile.

Although the club was close, there was another business that kept blooming even in their current distress. A quarter of that income alone could’ve had the club back up and running in three days, but since Nashuja had offered… “Of course. I’m humbled,” Peter grumbled as he followed after the warlock. 

“Pick up my office,” he ordered one of his security members as they passed by. “The lobby and main stage it’s where the damage is. We contained the situation before they got backstage or to the VIP areas,” he informed Nashuja.

Nashuja kept her expression and body calm, still, even while her heart leapt at the utterance of Olivia’s name. Peter didn’t deserve that name, he didn’t deserve to know the vampire in question; he wasn’t worthy.

“Ah yes, the vampire who runs the bar,” she mused, airily as she walked towards the damage. Given all that had happened, it wasn’t as bad as she’d initially thought it would be, but certainly not a workable space. “Your child works for her, doesn’t she?”

Nashuja lifted her hands up, magic calling forth as easily as a breath, and coiled around both her arms and the room around them. From her painted lips, she whispered demonic spells to repair all that had been broken. Despite being a simple enough spell with minimal magic needed, it looked dramatic; not something Nashuja could do much to change, watching with snake eyes as wisps of green and blue magic rearranged the club.

“You and I have something in common there, Mr. Hale,” she said, once she was done. Nashuja looked up at him; her marks fully on display, from snake eyes to shimmering scales usually dulled with masking magic. “we are parents. Our children mean more to us than anything else in this world, or at least I hope the case is the same for your girl as it is my boy.”

[ladynashuja]

@supernaturaldisasterx​ chance meeting ( for belle or malia )

A voice in her mind, sounding much like the woman she had once been centuries ago, cried for her not to do this. Not to use innocent girls as a way to control one self important man.

But she had to, there was no other option available to her, and above all else the success of the Authority was paramount. 

Nashuja sent a small ghost of magic through her phone, causing it to freeze, and started walking in the direction she could see her target sitting. 

“Oh for goodness sake!” she cried, smacking the phone. Her heels clicked in the ground as she came closer, and closer, to the other woman. “what are you doing now, you stupid contraption? All I want to do is send a text- Oh, stop it.”

The warlock stopped short of her target by a meter or two, and tapped her finger incessantly on her phone screen as if frustrated with it. 

[ladynashuja]

@kitsunespark​ like lightning

Living and working in the small town was a change from her previous occupation moving across Europe from city to city. Existing for so long in one place, and such a place so tiny by comparison, had Nashuja feeling restless.

Playing on her mind was the issue of Peter Hale and his already fraying belief in the Authority. She needed him on their side without question, but it was starting to seem as if he was one bad day from going rogue and becoming an even bigger problem for her; if Peter got out of hand, she was to be punished for not doing her job properly. The warlock needed solutions, fast.

Settling in a diner, not wanting to prepare her own food for stress and tiredness, Nashuja read the menu half heartedly as she tried to conjure up ideas for the Hale problem.

She looked up when the waitress came by.

To her surprise, said waitress had a strong aura about her... shaped distinctively like a fox.

“Oh, yes hello. Might I have the cheese and mushroom omelette, with a side of toast, and a black coffee-” she checked that the table had sugar cubes, and nodded. “and that would be all for now. Thank you... Wait! One more thing.”

Nashuja looked up into the eyes of the marvelous waitress before her.

“Forgive me, but you’ve a spectacular aura, my child,” she bit her lip. “if it’s not too presumptuous, but could I also request your company?”

[ladynashuja]

dosesofchaos​:

Even if she couldn’t tell who exactly he was, her eagerness and joy still peaked as expected of a loyal child. The warlock’s direct question only made the demon’s smile brighten as he walked forward. The demon’s gaze took in her work as she flattered him, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Estarossa,” he answered almost softly. 

“Lovely,” he complimented the warlock. Death was the only promise that ever became truth, and it was lovely to see immortals—and even mortals—respect and admire her. He smiled, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. He loved the smell of Death—his third favorite smell to be exact. “I should’ve applied here,” the demon lamented almost childishly, pouting to himself.

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Nashuja’s mood only further brightened to hear a name she knew. Mara was Nashuja’s chosen mother, her demonic parent by adoption, and Estarossa was a familiar entity to her by proxy.

“Uncle,” Nashuja breathed, a warm smile on her face. She reached to hold her hands to his arms, looking up at him with the joy a small child might their visiting favourite. “it’s been too long.”

His presence in the town could only be attributed to Mara, Nashuja had no doubt about that, but via mutual agreement between herself and her mother, she didn’t question it. So long as one day her loyalties between the Authority and Mara wouldn’t be pulled into question; she was content to sit back and enjoy their company.

And, most notably, not tell the Authority they were here.

“Who might this dashing man you’ve inhabited be?” she imagined him as her boss instead. “there’s a man here who’d certainly be a welcome host for you should you really want, I find his personality to be insufferable. Less easy on the eye, however.”

[ladynashuja]

boomeranghale​:

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Peter rolled his eyes furiously. Battlefield she stood in was a very human one. The werewolf had to bite down the urge to remind her that, in Beacon Hills, she was unknown. For all her might and power, Peter hadn’t heard of a single action she had performed to benefit anyone—even herself, for the exemption of claiming to accept him into the Authority. The Eight meant something to the Clave, to the Nephilim that they so hated, but in Beacon Hills they were as nobodies as the humans.

“As someone who has died: worry about the living, the dead don’t need for shit,” he advised with a narrowed gaze. After all, if they were really about it, if they really didn’t want to die: they would cross hands with Satan himself to return to the living. He did, however, chuckled when she credited herself with the outcome. “Not quite. It was my own connections and bare hands what got me out of trouble. No warlocks, no True Alpha—” There was no way in Hell he was allowing credit going nowhere but inhouse. Olivia’s and Goro’s people had came in the clutch thankfully. The only advantage Scott had given had been through the pack bond.

Cut off as a portal opened in his office, Peter couldn’t help rolling his eyes and hanging up as paper scattered everywhere. The files being thrown at him caused the werewolf to freeze in place, looking up to watch the warlock from his seat. “You’re saying you’ll fix it?” he questioned as he gathered the files and placed them on his desk. “What will this bone cost?” After all, Peter’s soul was already owed.

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She would disagree completely with him there. The dead needed care, and despite his claim to have died- she didn’t doubt it either, given the intel she’d read on the town- it was in direct contradiction to what she had spent thousands of years standing by.

Dead or not, they deserved respect and care.

Listening to Peter, it was clear to her that he believed himself alone in this. A heightened sense of self importance, certainly, but not written before was his apparent belief that the only person who’d ever truly be on his side was himself. Me, myself and I, seemed to be Peter’s mantra for life.

“Indeed, I’ll fix it right now. You claim we’ve done nothing for you, here we are,” this was an idea where Nashuja had free reign. Ensuring the loyalty of their initiates was all part of her job. “any damage caused by the attack, I will deal with.”

At the question of what it would cost, Nashuja’s eyes rolled again. Before now, she used to think eye rolling was rude and uncouth, but it seemed Peter was bringing out all her unpleasant traits with his bullheaded attitude.

“Nothing. As you know, your role in our organisation remains to be seen but that doesn’t mean you’re excluded from our caring hand.” 

The warlock opened the door leading to where she presumed the rest of the club was, and gestured for him to lead the way. “The sooner we’re done here, the sooner you can get back into business.”

[ladynashuja]

unveiling-alec​:

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Alec had been catching up on his paperwork - working from Beacon Hills wasn’t as easy when he still had to regularly attend meetings in Alicante. He also had been too wrapped up in all of his research in regards to Allison as well as the attack at the fair, so some of his work had been piling up and he had finally decided to get it all done. 

It had taken him a moment to realize that there was a knock on his door. With a small sigh, he got up and opened the door, facing a stranger.

“Can I help you?” He asked, not unkindly. “Did I forget an appointment?” 

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When he answered, Nashuja got a good look at the man one of her own had chosen to marry. 

A baby faced boy, as brooding as he had been as a little child, and with strikingly gentle eyes for a Shadowhunter. Her distaste for his kind was easily buried as the warlock put on a smooth facade of respect and concern.

“Mr Lightwood-Bane, I am Lady Nashuja of the Eight: we met briefly when you were a boy,” she greeted, dipping her head. “please forgive my intrusion, but I seek an urgent meeting with you; if that is acceptable?”

[ladynashuja]

boomeranghale​:

Peter laughed when the warlock mentioned they were at war. “I think you might be a little confused: I’m at war. You and your beloved Authority, on the other hand, are sitting on your fucking asses on a nice feather pillow,” he spat, his words turning into a snarl gradually. “And, just a side note: wars are won through alliances, not throwing allies to the dogs.” Not that he was one to talk but he might as well play his part. 

The warlock’s half-assed explanation did little bit fuel Peter’s rage. The more the werewolf listened to her, his gaze began to glow blue. He realized then that he didn’t care if she killed him in the end, had Nashuja been there, Peter would’ve ripped her throat apart. So long a he could taste her blood and flesh before he died, he would’ve gone at peace—to come back later, of course, he wasn’t the type to stay dead, after all. For a society who preached brotherhood and unity against the human oppressors, the Authority wasn’t in the business of lending a hand—even to their recruits. Whoever believed their little charade was a fool, and it was starting to look like that’s exactly what they wanted in their ranks.

Of course, he wasn’t so full of rage that he didn’t remember his main objective. One of the hardest things Peter ever had to do, he did as the warlock tried to humble him: Peter Hale swallowed his pride and bit his tongue. The information she offered wasn’t something that would’ve taken him too much time to come up with. Contrary to popular belief, Peter had ways to come up with information. It was, however, beneficial that the work had already been done for him. “I would love that, sure,” he said lowly after a moment. “Also, tell your higher ups they’re lucky you’re the handler and this little… consolation prize—or bone, lets be honest—that you’re throwing me. I pay my debts, and your people would’ve been in the negative. I don’t scratch backs that don’t scratch mine.” Of course, as to not rouse suspicion, he’d still need to put some of his characteristic narcissism in there. “I have to start repairs. I’ll send someone for the paperwork.”

Fuck the Authority. Roman and him would deal with it. 

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As Peter spoke, Nashuja began logging off her computer and putting away anything she didn’t need to take home with her. It wasn’t time for her to leave, but given her role at the mortuary was simply a cover story and far from being close to her true job in the town; she cared little for whatever her ‘boss’ might say about her leaving early.

Knowing the man, he’d never notice she was gone. The mortal running the place seemed repulsed by the wendigo bodies they had, still awaiting burial rites- a laborious task she was using her Authority connections to complete- so the areas where they were kept were rarely visited by the Human owner. 

The warlock usually prided herself in being someone slow to anger, but having pressure to find answers for the attack; managing a league of other Authority agents; the backed up unidentified bodies; worrying for Olivia; and now Peter spewing venom down a pitiful Human invention to her, her temper was frayed. 

“I would like to remind you that I too am on the battle field, I am a known entity in the supernatural community in this town and stand as the only person who seems to care about the goddamn, fucking burial rites of the poor souls used for this war-” her voice had raised, she knew it and was ashamed of herself, but Nashuja felt raw with anger. “so don’t you dare accuse me of throwing anyone to the dogs, or start sobbing down the phone about how you’re the only one in the front line of what is happening. You and your club are comparatively doing better than most, given your alliance with us. The vampires and wendigos used in the massacre have had no one on their side but me, and trust me I have tried to pull in resources for them, to even get their bodies identified! But no, let’s just worry about a building filled with people under the protection of an army of warlocks and the fucking True Alpha of Beacon bloody Hills-”

Nashuja threw up a portal in her office, sending papers flying and sparks dancing through the air. 

Stepping through from her place of work and directly into Peter’s own, she hung up the phone and flung the files of names, and addresses, at his chest.

“And don’t bother, show me the damage to this place and I’ll deal with it now. How’s that for another bone, your majesty?”

[kathrynhoward]

ANTONIA THOMAS in THE MUSKETEERS

[ladynashuja]

@xrevitalized if you need me call me

On her days off from the mortuary, Nashuja mostly spent her time catching up with Authority agents under her management- passing on tasks, taking note of information gathered and feelers put out- or reporting those back to Ms Beckett and Narvekar, however the latter were rare.

Stationed as the most senior level of the Authority in the area, Nashuja’s ‘days off’ were rarely classified as actual days off. Not when she had the likes of Peter Hale crying to her that problems in his lap weren’t being dealt with for him.

The day she was summoned not by any of her subordinates, but Olivia, was being spent of all things making cookies. The intent behind baking them was as a gift for the Reyes girl, whom to Nashuja’s joy had taken a liking to her, but the issue itself was that the warlock was not much of a baker. In fact, Nashuja struggled to recall the last time she had cooked for herself anything non-savory and it felt lazy to simply will it with magic.

Nashuja tossed down the tray onto the hob of her oven when the cookies once again came out burnt and flicked her hand up to shut the alarm off. Not a moment later, her necklace pulsed.

The necklace only linked her with one person, unlike the bead which shackled her to over a dozen morons, and the warlock gripped it tightly to accept the link between herself and Olivia.

“Olivia! Lovely for you to summon, but I suspect given the daylight hours this isn’t for a chat.”

[ladynashuja]

boomeranghale​:

At Nashuja’s greeting Peter let out an exaggerated sigh of exasperation. “So, I guess you casually forgot how to teach me how exactly I contact you through the bead?” he demanded in a low growl—an attempt to keep down his tone of voice.

“My goddamn club was attacked,” he added immediately, not really caring about the goddamned bead. “I thought becoming part of the fucking Authority meant immunity against this shit. Don’t you bunch have eyes everywhere? This was definitely a planned attacked.” For a supernatural version of the human Illuminati, they were proving more useless than his hippie Alpha. “People got hurt, I have human police all up on my fucking dick! I have to shut down for a few weeks—supernaturals are out of a job for a few weeks,” he noted venomously. “I thought becoming part of the Authority meant we’d go through the opposite.”

She had promised power and success. Him and his people had been attacked instead. He didn’t care whether or not the Authority was behind it or connected at all. At the end of the day, it had been him and his own connections who came through, not the Authority. 

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Staring at the wall, blank faced and pen tapping on her desk, Nashuja listened to the wolf rage at her.

She clicked her tongue. “You miss the part where I said ‘apply pressure’? Meaning to squeeze it between your fingers like you’re squashing a bug.”

The warlock agreed with most of the sentiment Peter was expressing, but for a man known to be highly practical and dark of mind; he seemed oddly naive to how things worked.

“Immunity? Peter, darling, we’re in a war. The carnival set it into motion faster than we had planned, but now the Humans have made their stance clear: it is blood for blood. There will be casualties. 

 And furthermore, you and your adjacent people are still under trial period. Believe it or not, I had made inquiries on whether or not to sweep in when reports flew in that White Fang was undergoing attack, those higher up the decision making ranks than myself told me to stand down... They wanted to see what you would do, Peter.”

She checked the door, noticing a colleague walking past, before pulling out one of the drawers and taking from within a list she’d written out.

“How you handle times of great stress, how you hold yourself in the heat of battle, and how you guide those under your care were all things being noted during the attack and will continue to be taken into account for the end of your assessment period: as I told you before, we don’t just accept anyone into our ranks, we need to know you can handle it,” and now came for the part that said higher ups didn’t clear first. However, she was Lady Nashuja, she knew how to stir a good pot. “I can offer you something however, see it not only as recompense, but an extension of your assessment... I did some scrying, among other things, and have found the majority of the addresses where the Humans who attacked your club live. I’m working on a more complete list, but it seems some of them are hypocritically using magic to guard themselves, likely a charm or totem stolen from my kin in death- would you like it?”