[ Clary, who as a Dominant could easily be in the Up right now, is instead wandering the streets of the Down to get a feel for the city as a whole. The differences are drastic and only serve to infuriate her further, knowing that she gets luxury and accommodations that those the city feels are beneath her don't. In fact, the only thing wandering around down here is doing is fueling her anger; she's not even entirely sure where she is when she hears commotion down one of the alleys.
It's not uncommon in this part of Duplicity, she's learned, already having to avoid some of the sketchier areas, but it still draws her attention — just in time for her to see a flash of light followed by a couple of rough men thrown out of the alleyway. She's running before she even thinks about it, one hand on her seraph blade.
But when she comes around the corner, the other men are already retreating, leaving a girl who's only a few inches short than she is in the middle of the alley. (Not that Clary's prone to assuming size determines strength or abilities; she is friends with Izzy, after all, who could've easily taken down all of those men without issue). She comes to a stop, still holding the hilt of her blade, though it remains deactivated, looking like an empty metal tube rather than anything protective or dangerous. ]
Not long, [ she says, brow furrowed in confusion. ] Are you okay?
sticky fingers.
It's not uncommon in this part of Duplicity, she's learned, already having to avoid some of the sketchier areas, but it still draws her attention — just in time for her to see a flash of light followed by a couple of rough men thrown out of the alleyway. She's running before she even thinks about it, one hand on her seraph blade.
But when she comes around the corner, the other men are already retreating, leaving a girl who's only a few inches short than she is in the middle of the alley. (Not that Clary's prone to assuming size determines strength or abilities; she is friends with Izzy, after all, who could've easily taken down all of those men without issue). She comes to a stop, still holding the hilt of her blade, though it remains deactivated, looking like an empty metal tube rather than anything protective or dangerous. ]
Not long, [ she says, brow furrowed in confusion. ] Are you okay?