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<span style="font-family:Salsa"><span style="font-size: 18px">~ A Shadowhunter Roleplay ~</span></span>​</div><span style="font-family:Salsa"><i>Raufen</i> was her seraph blade and Leia etched a single rune onto its hilt, more out of habit than anything else. It wouldn’t do anything anymore because he was gone and there was no bringing him back, but Leia still drew some small comforts from drawing it in the first place. The rune was a symbiotic rune, meant to share the thrill of the fight with her parabatai; it had been something they’d discovered together and no one believed them when they said it worked. It did, though, and it was a secret that Leia and Lucan had shared. Now Leia had no one to share it with; quite frankly, she wasn’t sure if it would work at all without a parabatai, without being bound by marks and eternal vows. <br/>
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It had been two months since she’d last seen him, two months since his funeral. Lucan’s body had been burned and he was buried in the City of Bones where all shadowhunters were put to rest when the time finally came and then life had continued on. For over a month after that, Leia had been with family in New York and in that time, they’d all become very concerned. Leia constantly seemed distracted, she was missing little details in fights that would’ve gotten her killed had she not had someone fighting along with her and she was always running off on her own. Everyone knew that if things continued on, Leia would end up dead as well and no one wanted that. The clave decided a change of scenery might benefit her. And that was when - only two weeks ago - she’d been instructed to pack her things and been told that she would be traveling to LA for a while. Los Angeles was in the process of establishing it’s own branch of shadowhunters because some strange anomalies had been bubbling up and everyone thought that Leia - if she came back to herself - would be good for helping them get established. She had so much to offer, after all. <br/>
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First, she had to get back to herself, though. <br/>
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Fighting had to help, right? That was what shadowhunters did. The fought and slayed demons that would otherwise haunt the city they guarded. <br/>
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Right after drawing the rune on <i>Raufen</i>, Leia leapt out from her hiding point and charged forward only to hear the growl of a demon. She glanced behind her - no one was with her this time around and she knew that much for sure. At least, she thought she did. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:mediumturquoise"><i>‘Now I’m on my own. Now I can see if I’m really meant to continue on without him.’</i></span> It wasn’t a thought she was meant to have and normally, Leia wasn’t anything like that at all. The whole situation with being sent away had her mind in an unsettling bundle, though. She just wanted to go back home, but to do that, she had to prove she was over Lucan, that the grief wasn’t going to distract her anymore. <br/>
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The demon’s growl echoed through bared teeth as it saw her coming. After feasting on the flesh of a dog who’d rounded the wrong alley corner, it’s lips were scarlet with blood and bits of muscle remained trapped between its jaws. All of that only flared out when it saw her coming and then it leapt forward as well. Leia’s blade clashed with its claws and she felt its other arm extend forward. The speed of the demon would’ve been incomprehensible to anyone who wasn’t a shadowhunter, but to her, the feel of the breeze of its swiftness was something she recognized far too easily, easily enough to mark exactly how much experience she had. <br/>
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Leia didn’t feel it in time, though. Her whole body shifted, pulling away from the blow, but she still felt claws tear into her jeans, scraping the skin of her thigh and drawing blood to the surface. She hissed softly, recoiling and backstepping away from the creature and analyzing the situation further. <br/>
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<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:mediumturquoise">‘It’s just a lesser demon! What the fuck is wrong with me? I should be able to handle this easy!!’</span></i>  She brought her arm down to scrape against her newfound wound, wiping the blood away even though more would just flow naturally from the opening, and she inhaled a quick breath and considered what to do next. <br/>
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Then she heard something, something that she hadn’t been prepared for or expecting at all. It was the softest sound. No one would’ve heard it at all without Leia’s senses. A single rune that all shadowhunters shared made their senses more acute, more in tune with the world and stronger in general. The softest hum escaped the dog that the demon had been eating. It had still been alive for all that time and the last sliver of life had managed to leave him just then. With a frown creasing in her lips, Leia realized exactly how fruitless her goal had been. <br/>
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It went back to the whole reason why she’d wandered out of her room at the institute in the first place. A young man had been calling out to a dog who’d gotten off the leash. It was the kind of thing that Lucan would’ve wanted to help with and so Leia had decided to try. She hadn’t grabbed any help because… well, she hardly knew anyone at her “new home.” The Los Angeles institute was a foreign place to her and she’d avoided getting to know the family that kept it too much so far. There wasn’t anyone she was comfortable waking in the middle of the night and now she wasn’t even sure if it had been worth leaving in the first place. <br/>
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But it had to be… <br/>
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Charging forward again because she hated the demon that could steal life so easily, even if it was just a dog. Her movements quick, she sliced through the bloodied monster and <i>Raufen</i> sailed straight through it this time. Disintegrating into ash, there was no remorse on Leia’s expression and she watched as it faded to dust. Watched as it took one final swing… watched as a claw sunk once more into her skin before it was nothing but dust. <br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:mediumturquoise"><b>“Ah!”</b></span></span>