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judexdolohov‌:

“I’m not sure you’re at liberty to say what my family would have wanted, honestly I’d rather be with them then here.” Sometimes he thought that, thought that it would be easier to end his suffering and just be with his wife and his child once more, but he knew that wasn’t the way things should be done. He was stronger than that. Jude chuckled darkly at the others mention of giving her a taste, “Well this is one, drinking myself into oblivion. Revenge is another. Dark magic. Light torture sometimes comes close.”

Diana let the bitterness and the semi-suicidal statement he had just uttered go. He had a fair point. She was a complete stranger to him, not exactly a viable candidate to speak for his dead family. Her eyes seemed to light up with interest as he listed out a few activities that aligned with his own twisted sense of enjoyment. She crossed her legs slowly, deliberately, and shifted just slightly to turn more in his direction, returning his chuckle with one of her own. “I am pretty sure I asked you to give me a taste, not just tell me. Or were you just trying to scare me off?”

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judexdolohov‌:

“You’d think that would be the good way to approach it, but I’m not so sure anymore. Getting by seems to be enough, that and my idea of enjoyment is probably not the same as most people’s.” He was a bitter person, hooked on death and revenge as well as alcohol, pry him with enough of that and he did tend to have fun, but not tonight. Tonight was a night of mourning for him. 

Diana took another sip of her drink. “Well, I am sure whoever you have lost would not want you to just get by.” A warlock of her age would be well versed in the signs of drinking while mourning, it was a practice she had indulged with on some of her more vulnerable moments over the centuries. She twirled the stem of the glass between her fingers absentmindedly while looking him over. “I’m intrigued to know what your idea of enjoyment is, care to give me a taste?”

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hallieclare‌:

With the woman’s disposition now being seemingly friendly, Hallie decided to accept the invitation and join the woman at the bar. “Doubt there’s anything blood based.” She muttered, mostly to herself, as she eyed the options, before eventually settling on a tequila shot. “Cheers to hopefully not throwing this up right after.” Her tone was sarcastic, but justified as her natural reflex after attempting to down it was to spit it right back out. “…Never mind.” Was her frustrated reaction as she aggressively wiped at her dripping chin.

Diana smirked. “Not a fan of tequila are you? Perhaps something else?” She asked, not catching the comment the woman had muttered despite seeing her lips moving. She took another sip of her drink and waited for the woman to suggest some other type of beverage to taste. 

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rapier-wit‌:

“Take it from me. Right now is not the time to go poking at the Clave. They’re on a hair trigger. You make them pull I’m going to end up doing something stupid again.” He shrugged. “Take it has you will but causing trouble is not a good thing.”

“But causing trouble is always so much fun” Diana turned to face him fully this time. She could feel herself slipping into her normal facade but this time it felt to be too much work. She let the smirk slip from her face and ran a hand through her hair. “I just came to view the list of those that perished in the incident involving the Soul Sword. Surely the Clave wouldn’t be opposed to that” 

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judexdolohov:

“You’d think that would be the good way to approach it, but I’m not so sure anymore. Getting by seems to be enough, that and my idea of enjoyment is probably not the same as most people’s.” He was a bitter person, hooked on death and revenge as well as alcohol, pry him with enough of that and he did tend to have fun, but not tonight. Tonight was a night of mourning for him. 

"Well, most people are boring. I tend to not concern myself with the mundanes.” Another sip stole more liquid from the glass before she continued speaking with that silver tongue of hers. “So tell me, what is your idea of enjoyment?”

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rapier-wit:

“Not that I don’t think you can’t sit wherever you want but on the steps of the Institute probably isn’t the brightest idea you’ve ever had.” Especially not after losing Valentine. Again. “They even sent me out here to make sure you weren’t up to no good.”

Diana slowly turned to look at the man that had come from inside the Institute. She had only just become privy to the information of the activation of the Soul Sword that resulted in the deaths of so many Downworlders and the news was hitting her a bit harder than she had thought. Leaving her apartment she had no destination in mind and somehow she found herself outside of the Institute. Pulling herself from her thoughts she stood from where she had been sitting, a familiar smirk slipping onto her lips to complete the mask she tended to wear. “Not at the moment, but maybe in an hour or two. Who knows where the night will take me.”

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raynaxwcyfelle:

“Well I guess this is one way to stop all that, you could have just cast a silencing spell. If that’s a thing-.. maybe I’ve been watching too much Harry Potter.” Because the worlds seemed to meld together when she lost herself into binge watching any sort of fantasy film or show. “This is something Shadowhunters would probably frown upon though, you do realise that, right? If one comes in here and you might be toast.”

Diana gave a short chuckle, finding the woman’s suggestion a bit amusing. “I could have cast a ‘silencing’ spell, as you put it, but where’s the fun in that?” It wouldn’t have been the first time that her actions seemed to raise alarm among the other Downworlders, an assumption she could make about this woman since she wasn’t taken down by her magic. She took another bittersweet sip of the liquid in her glass. “As much as this would irritate a Shadowhunter, there isn’t much they could do. I never broke any of the Clave’s rules. One of the perks of being around as long as I have, being a pro at manipulating the system.”

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beau-rxvenscxr:

“Does it look like I care?” Beau asking, cocking his head and answering her ark stare with one of his own. She didn’t scare him. 

Diana smirked and stood from her seat, leaving her drink unfinished. “I’m going to give you a little piece of advice that I hope you listen to. You would do well not to make an enemy of me.” She met the eyes of the waitress who had served them drinks earlier before looking back at him. “I’ll see you around.” She took her leave of him and took up the company of the waitress, leaving the bar with her and heading back to her apartment. 

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beau-rxvenscxr:

“I’m fucking sick of condolences, lady. There’s a point where it’s just…Never mind.” He flapped his hand at her, not the least bit in a good mood. “I answered yours. It’s only fair you answer mine. Lest I change my mind about how tonight all went down.”

The corners of her mouth lost their upward curve which had formed her small smirk causing her to speak with a hint of venom in her voice. She didn’t take kindly to being extorted for her personal information. “Are you trying to get on my bad side?” 

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beau-rxvenscxr:

“I have heard all the sorry’s the world has to offer and guess what? They don’t fucking matter.” He rolled his eyes. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“I suppose they wouldn’t. Because after all is said and done your parabatai is still dead. A sorry won’t fix that. Neither will biting off a person’s head for trying to offer condolences” An eloquent chastisement was doled out before her lips cracked into a small smirk. Reaching for her glass, she lifted it to her lips and took another small sip. “And you’re right. I didn’t” Her eyes left his and scanned the crowd again. 

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judexdolohov:

Jude scoffed at the others question, still only focusing on the drink in front of him instead of the company beside him, “More like a rough life.” Because sure the night and the day had been bad for him, but then he didn’t think the anniversary of his wife and son’s death would ever become easy to deal with. “But I get through it, with the help of some very strong spirits.” 

“Wouldn’t you rather have a good time in this life than just get through it?” It was almost spoken in a way that challenged his current state of mind; a specialty of hers. Diana rolled the stem of her glass through her fingertips some more before picking up the glass and taking another sip. 

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raynaxwcyfelle:

Rayna was standing at the entrance to the bar when she had seen all the bodies drop, she rushed over to one of them, feeling their pulse in their neck and breathing out a sigh of relief when she felt a pulse. Standing she spotted a brunette who was making herself a drink and guessed she was the culprit of all of this, “Well that’s a new trick, never seen anyone do that before.” She commented, stepping over the bodies as she made her way over to her. “Someone’s clearly had enough of mundanes for one day.”

Diana barely glanced up as she worked on fixing up a second cocktail for the woman that was walking this way. “I was tired of the mindless, repetitive chatter these mundanes think passes for a scintillating conversation.” She slid the finished drink across the bar towards a vacant stool across from where she stood and gestured for the woman to sit.

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beau-rxvenscxr:

Beau scoffed, it sounded deeply bitter. “No. But it feels like it was every morning I get up.” He waved the server over and ordered the strongest drink he could think of. “Can’t fix half a man.”

“Sorry” Diana had no other words of comfort to offer him, knowing that nothing she said would take away the pain. She ordered a drink for herself when he waved over the server and as she returned she paid for their drinks and tipped the waitress generously. 

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hallieclare:

“Look, lady.” Hallie began, her hands held up in the air as is in surrender, although there was clearly no conviction behind the movement. “I just want a drink.” Despite the woman clearly being a Downworlder herself, so far the vampire had found a somewhat fluctuating level of familial like support between species, so she wasn’t prepared to approach the situation assuming what side of the equation the warlock would be on. If things got hairy, she was more than ready to run

Diana looked over at the woman with her hands raised, a kindred soul of the Shadow world as her spell had intended to put to sleep only those of a mundane disposition. “Pick your poison” She took another sip of her drink and waited for a response.

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beau-rxvenscxr:

Beau finished his drink, smacking the glass down onto the table with a definitive smash. “Seraphina Rosewane. My parabatai. And yours?”

Diana knew of the parabatai bonds between Shadowhunters and the deep connection that is placed between one another, a little piece of information she picked up over her long life. “Was it recent?” sidestepping his question to circle the focus on who she had lost herself. 

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beau-rxvenscxr:

“I’m not flattered.” She was pretty but he’d had prettier. Looked too much like Raphi for him anyways. “It’s not about the stress, warlock. Can’t brew a potion to fix a broken man.”

She thought over the many recipes she had stored over the centuries but she knew he was right. If there was a potion to fix someone who was broken, she would have taken it herself ages ago. “Ah, I see. Who were they?”

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beau-rxvenscxr:

“Depends on who you’re talking to. My days aren’t rough because of work so don’t get to excited.” He rolled his eyes as she sat at a secluded table and motioned for him to come over. He didn’t want to, not by a long shot, but he did anyways. “If you’re offering sex the answer is no.”

“Don’t flatter yourself, I wasn’t offering.” Diana leaned into the back of the chair, turning her attention away from him to scan the room. “I can brew you up something to help with the stress.” Her gaze returned to settle on him.