<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/44/da/02/44da02de48f15ffc107a76c1a4ab1885.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Ksenia Ashlace (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=347468.msg16356551#msg16356551)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Pictured (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/13/24/2a/13242ae1af66355a7f5673b408a7b1f2.jpg)<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Alley by the Maelstrom bar ---> Vancouver Institute<br/><strong>DATE/TIME:</strong>Wednesday, July 5 | Wee hours of the morning<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Post-fight clarity<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Delilah Weaver | Closed<hr/>Thankfully despite the absolutely crazy tumult of the vampire fight, the mundane wasn't screaming hysterically after the body was shoved off unceremoniously. That did kind of lend Ksenia to worry initially about a much, much worse shit storm brewing behind the scenes of the brunette's frantic eyes. For now she focused on taking her trembling hands to pull her up steadily. The declaration about the vampire made Ksenia nod involuntarily with a jut of her chin.<br/><br/>"He was on something for sure..." She trailed off her excuse when the torrent of questions poured uot. Ksenia set her jaw after the mundane pointed out the vamp's other-ness. Next, the runes that peeked from her sleeve ends and the boat-neck of her shirt. Her knife, too. Delicately, Ksenia slid her hand back against her side to pin the blade into the sheath on her belt. There was an involuntary flex of her fingers marked inky black from the<em>Precision</em>rune on the back of her hand trailing down past her knuckles to curl between her thumb and forefinger. "Ah, sort of," murmured the Shadowhunter. She drew an inward breath then pushed it out the side of her mouth when it suddenly came to a grating halt. A needful hand reached out finding purchase on Ksenia's arm.<br/><br/><em>There it is</em>, Ksenia thought with a soft gulp at the expected breakdown. But suddenly, she drew herself in to the shaking mundane. She couldn't resist the urge to protect her, to want to scrub all that nastiness from the mundane's distraught mind. Without prompting she shifted her feet and closed the gap a little more into a half-hug where her hand splayed out between Delilah's shoulderblades, holding the stranger close as glassy tears rolled down her cheeks. Honestly, Ksenia was at a loss for what to do. This all would have been way easier if she was with the others.<br/><br/>A slight pall covered her vivid eyes while Ksenia tried to console the mundane, coming closer still to wrap her other arm around for a more traditional hug if she wasn't met with resistance. Reassuring squeezes issued into Delilah's back where Ksenia locked her hands, and poked her chin out beside the mundane's head to stare past her down the dark mouth of the alley.<br/><br/>The stranger's words nagged at Ksenia's mind.<em>How could she know? No, not unless...</em><br/><br/>"Let's get you out of here to somewhere safe, then we can talk." Half truths and little white lies.<br/><br/>How would she explain what the mundane saw? Or this whole fuck up to Lydia? What was the protocol? It was about to become a problem for near-future Ksenia.<br/><br/>"Sorry," whispered Ksenia, her brow furrowing in genuine remorse. No other solution sprang to mind but this: she needed help from someone who could make this right. A warlock, maybe Theo? Ksenia felt an inward chill crawl up her spine about having to call on him, though she'd leave that decision to Lydia along with whatever verbal lashing was in store. Still holding on to the panic ridden brunette, the Shadowhunter gingerly slid the blade from her hip sheath again and danced it around the back of the mundane. The hilt of the enchanted knife jutted hard into the back of the mundane's head.<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>The girl didn't weight a whole lot to Ksenia, so getting her out of the alley and onto the thankfully ghostly streets wasn't too hard. She only had one helmet which wasn't ideal, but readily secured it to the mundane's head and made sure she was strapped in before commencing a hellish fast ride back to the institute. Ksenia could only pray the others weren't still up to witness her grandest of fuck-ups.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>The rumble of the motorcycle chugged down to nothing when Ksenia rolled down the side entrance where Lydia saw her off only a handful of hours ago. She killed the engine and leaned back into the still unconscious mundane sharing her seat. With a final breath to steel herself, Ksenia took out her stele to activate her Psychic Link rune that Lydia shared the twin rune for.<br/><br/><em>Need your help down here. Come quick.</em><br/><br/>Only a moment later while Ksenia was gingerly lifting the mundane off the bike, Lydia was out in record time. The immediate look of concern was at once wiped away and replaced by that face of exasperation.<br/><br/>"Ksenia--"<br/><br/>"I didn't know what else to do. The vamp attacked her and.."<br/><br/>"And what?" Lydia interrupted, moving unnaturally fast to come in with an assist as they both shouldered the mundane's body with care.<br/><br/>"She saw him." Ksenia's eyes met with Lydia across the brunette's slumped shoulders. Her blonde mentor huffed.<br/><br/>"But no one else saw you, right? We'll deal with her memory," Lydia assured her.<br/><br/>Ksenia's boots pressed firm in the ground at the door's threshold, speaking more earnestly. "No, Lydia. She<em>saw</em>him."