Reaper

Theresa "Tessa" Gray, Forever 17, Warlock "One does not question miracles, or complain that they are not constructed perfectly to one’s liking." -Tessa Gray This blog is for roleplaying purposes only. FC: Adelaide Kane

[lillia-maier]

Hana throat ached and she couldn’t hold a tear that she quickly brushed off her cheek. It had been months since she hadn’t seen his face in her dreams, or in her nightmares. For some reason, the young girl made her feel calm “It’s okay… A bad dream that is all.” It was more than that. Hana got up and started making herself some tea. “Do you want some?” She asked. It felt as if something was gripping her stomach, she felt sick.

[tessagray-rp]

Tessa has had one of those moments when you want to be left alone, but at the same time you didn't. Thinking that this girl needed a distraction, she shook her head and laid a soft hand on her shoulder. With a smile, she nudged her chin back to where the girl was sitting before. 

"I can make you tea, go sit down," she warmly offered as she opened the cupboard and took the assorted box of teas out. Since been living in New York, she's forgotten to make organic tea. She's become stuck with commercialized tea bags for substitute.

"Do you want to talk about it? I always find it soothing to share my dreams--especially nightmares," Tessa teased lightly.

[caleblxfeuvre]

"No need to be so paranoid, Tessa, I just just taking him out," Caleb chuckled, stepping around her and lifting the body easily over his shoulder. "Call me Cale instead, not Caleb please."

[tessagray-rp]

"Well, you know lately, you can't help but be paranoid," she commented as he heaved the body with easiness. "What's wrong if I call you Caleb, Caleb? It's a pretty name. I wonder why I didn't name my children, or my grand children that."

[warlock-jane]

Jane did plan a quiet afternoon. Maybe finding a place where no one went, and sitting there with a blanket, a book and some cookies. Hearing someone scream for help and jumping on her feet was not the plan. Absolutely not, and especially finding another girl kneeling next to a bloody body. And as usual, she didn’t have a clue about what to do. “…What the hell happened here?”

[tessagray-rp]

"I don't know, I just found him here." Tessa looked up to find a frightened face of a young girl. "But he seems to be bleeding somewhere on his back..." Reaching for his neck, Tessa laid two fingers over his pulse point finding it empty. "He's dead."

[lillia-maier]

Hana had once again fallen asleep in a place other than her bed because of how exhausted she was. This time, she had not chosen the kitchen, her head softly resting against the counter top like a student in detention, her sleep was agitated. For the last few days she had had to dig into her past, the good and the bad parts and she had to remember things she wished to forget. One in particular. It started out as a soft whisper, like the wind flying through branches, not something you could make sense out of. But as her breath got faster she got more and more agitated, she started pronouncing the same word more clearly “Henry…”

Someone stepping in the kitchen woke her all of a sudden, Hana still half asleep couldn’t help but mutter:

[tessagray-rp]

Ever since the two boys from Tessa's life disappeared once more, she found sleep rather hard to achieve. She'd be tossing and turning in her bed until finally in the morning sleep finally caught up with her. Tonight was one of those evenings when sleep is very much unattainable, after tiring her eyes out a few couple of times, her body and mind would jerk her awake. Frustrated, she got out of bed to have a fresh breath of air a cup of warm milk. With only her pyjamas under her robe, she wound it tighter to her body and crept onto the hallway. Just at the door of the kitchen, she almost leaped ten feet into the air when something spoke into the cold air. She peeked her head in to find the girl who had helped her with a wounded man a few days ago, muttering under her breath, all the while sleeping on a counter top. What an odd place to sleep in, Tessa though. Figuring she needed her space, Tessa took one step further into the room but stopped when her step creaked the floor, causing the other person jolting awake.

"I'm sorry, you can go back sleeping..." she whispered as she made her way to the fridge and took out the carton of milk, but then the girl spoke something. "What was that?" she asked gently.

[clarissaxromanoff]

Well, I’m having an absolutely dreadful day. 

[tessagray-rp]

I suppose this isn't one of those I-spilled-coffee-on-my-shirt day, is it?

[caleblxfeuvre]

Caleb stepped up behind the warlock looking her shoulder, before laughing. “Don’t worry about him … just a midnight snack. He’s still breathing … he should be fine,” he shrugged.

[tessagray-rp]

Aghast, Tessa blinked at the man who once beat her at a game of scrabble. "You should know better than to leave your... snack... behind, though. You scared the skin out of me, Caleb."

[huntress-sera]

Seraphina took a step back. She bit her lip and inhaled sharply, “I can supervise?… As of late, I’m not the best around blood,” the shadowhunter admitted.

[tessagray-rp]

A shadowhunter at heart craves the rush adrenaline, especially at dire situations. Although, being Tessa, knowing when somebody was feeling anxious, nodded her head in response. "The cut is deep. We have to stop the bleeding. I suppose a mundane body isn't well with magick. Could get these for me in the Infirmary, please?" Tessa wrote fast on a stray piece of paper and gave it to the girl. 

[clarissaxromanoff]

Not having a good day today.

[tessagray-rp]

Some days are worse.

[wolfie-aine]

- Y’know, I can’t seem to understand why some people don’t like Autumn..

[tessagray-rp]

It's probably the chilly weather, but what happened to your nose? It looks critical... Does it hurt?

[opheliakeo]

"So do I." Pointed out Ophelia, raising her eyebrows. "No, not particularly." She shrugged. "I don’t doubt I could get myself through it unscathed. Besides, I find it unlikely that he would attack now. Clearly, Morgenstern is hiding his time until the next attack, and doing if now when everyone is still rather on edge would be stupid."

[tessagray-rp]

"He's become powerful, yet he's hiding--clearly, he's not that unyielding. Also, wouldn't it be a perfect way plan to attack while everything's in chaos? There's something holding him back, I would assume." Tessa declared. She closed her eyes for one bit and exhaled deeply, suddenly finding the idea of rest tempting. She stood from the side table and gathered her bags, "I would like to stay and chat, Ophelia. But I'm really tired... Came all the way from London to find nothing, I'd like nothing more than to rest."

[lillia-maier]

Hana sighed and rolled her eyes, the green liquid stopped oozing from the wound and she looked up at the girl. “He was probably cut with a poisonned blade which means I could get it out withmagic but whatever, I don’t care wether he lives or dies.”  She grabbed the boy’s feet and waited for Tessa to grab his shoulders.

[tessagray-rp]

With no further ado, completely forgetting her suitcases, Tessa, held onto the boy's shoulder--circling her hands over his armpits. With one easy motion, the two of them lifted the boy from the ground. The boy was heavy--that was certain. "Do you know any levitating spell, dear?" she asked.

[opheliakeo]

"Yes, they’re trying, but like I said, Morgenstern has his hands on very powerful magic.” Ophelia’s patience was wearing thin. “Ask them.” She gave the other warlock a withering look. “Yes. But he got through them. How many times do I have to repeat myself?”

[tessagray-rp]

"No, I mean since the attack," Tessa shot her a confused look. This particular warlock was starting to grow agitated, Tessa could tell. Was it so wrong to be concerned for the institute? Nevertheless, Tessa carried on fussing over the safety, but she was beginning to wonder if people heer in the institute came to help. "Aren't you concerned about this? Any minute Morgenstern may attack again, and the institute isn't ready for another one."

[huntress-sera]

"Calling for help probably won’t do anything…" Seraphina commented. She stood behind the girl and observed the situation. "He already looks dead…"

[tessagray-rp]

Tessa reached for his hand and placed two fingers over his wrist, feeling a pulse. "He's not dead, I can feel his pulse--but it's faint. Help me take him somewhere. The infirmary, perhaps." 

[opheliakeo]

Ophelia gave her a slightly impatient look. “Yes, of course it’s supposed to be safe. But, apparently, it isn’t.” She raised her eyebrows. “They know, love. They know. ” This warlock appeared to have a more intimate connection with the Nephilim than most Downworlders. “Morgenstern obviously has his hands on very, very, powerful magic. He’s proved as much. His next move may come at any time.”

[tessagray-rp]

"Why hasn't the Clave acted, yet? Morgenstern is on the loose, yet again! This too much to absorb. Why hasn't anyone told me about this?" she grumbled to herself, growing weary by the moment. She left and came back tired. "Shouldn't the institute be reinforced by protection seals, or did I miss on that one, too?"

[lillia-maier]

"The sun swallowing the earth will kill me, and moving him would make him bleed to death, I would expect a warlock of your renoun to know that." What looked like purple flames came out of Hana’s finger tips as a green substance leaked from the boy’s wound. "poison." she muttered.

[tessagray-rp]

"So stubborn," she forced her eyes closed and pinched the bridge of her nose, she was thinking of shoving her and dragging the boy's body herself, but she needed to think clearly. "He will not bleed to death. Trust me, I've had my fair share of bleeding. That green fluid oozing from his skin will clearly not subside--I'd say, he needs a powerful potion or an antidote. He needs to be treated because he is poisoned, not cursed, and attempting to magic your way through will only strain his body. Look," she gestured at the sickly body. "Trust me on this one. And if I am wrong, which I'm positive I'm not, you have no one else to blame, but me"

[opheliakeo]

Ophelia frowned slightly at the woman’s reaction. “Are you alright?” Lia studied her. “One or two, I think. But I’m not sure who.” She ran her fingers through her hair and bit her lip, thinking. “I don’t know who. Some mundanes, I think?”

[tessagray-rp]

Relived, Tessa sagged further onto the empty side table until her back was resting against the cold wall. A few mundanes dying was wrong, but she felt reassured that no one she knew was one of them. "How did it happen? Wasn't the institute protected by holy ground? Wasn't--" but then, her breath hitched. Will had come in, and Tessa never wondered why. She was stupid, letting Yan Lou play with her in the palm of his hand. If Yan Lou was able to infiltrate the institute, there would be some demons inside the institute, too. "We have to inform the Clave. The institute is no longer safe, even with the barriers renewed."

[opheliakeo]

"Demons." Said Ophelia. "Lots of them. It was a few weeks ago." The warlock rolled her eyes. "So much for hallowed ground." Lia looked around. "But it wasn’t that bad" She looked back at Tessa, looking to gauge her reaction, since she seemed strangely concerned about the Institute. 

[tessagray-rp]

"Oh, dear," she held back a gasp and placed her hand on her lips. Feeling her knees buckle, she sat herself down on the side table. "Any casualties?" she asked, hoping to hear no familiar names.