[Eleanor Rosale]

It had not been a particularly hard fight. A demon each, really any one of them could have handled it on their own. Well, perhaps that was too generous. Elle could have handled it on her own. The boys could be a bit useless on occasion, but then, these demons were even more useless so perhaps they would have been a fair fight. Ellie had come out of it with barely a scratch. Really she was just annoyed that she would have to spend the time washing demon blood off of her weapons. As could be expected from a seventeen year old, the cleaning was her least favourite part. She wasn’t really the tidiest of people, preferring for the instant gratification that was not cleaning. She could deal with being lazy in the mess.



She walked into the infirmary, looking to tend to the few scrapes and bruises that came with fighting a demon. She plonked herself down on one of the beds and looked to the two boys that were her ‘partners’ she guessed. They were a team. “Well that was far too easy.” She told them, reaching into the cupboards for iodine for a scrape she had on her arm from jumping over a wall, she had grazed it right down one side. She fought back a wince as she applied the substance to her arm before wrapping it in gauze. It would be healed in a day or two, no need to use a rune on it. It would be a waste of effort and the sting of the steelie would probably hurt more than the injury itself. Eleanor pulled the heeled boots from her feet. She knew that she could fight better in flat shoes, but she needed the extra seven inches that the boots afforded her. Besides, she had been practicing fighting in them for years now.



Her feet might have taken a beating, but she was a pro in both heels and flats. Ellie looked across to the boys she fought with, taking in their appearances and injuries, seeing if they were any worse off than she was.


Outfit.

[Matthias Kriegsmesser]

Ever since he had returned from the fight, Matthew had been surly and quiet as often. He followed the only female member of their team but stayed a bit behind as well. The fact that Ellie had overshadowed him once more didn't do much good for his mood. Funny how he kept wishing for a challenge to prove his abilities and worth but still struggles with the lesser demons and even their spawns. Still he didn't want to fall behind and be useless. There was no way he’d live as a mundane, he just had to try harder next time. After entering the hospital wing, he decided to sit down in a small wooden chair. Soundlessly, he took his two handed katana and watched his favorite weapon being covered in filthy demon blood. It needed to be cleaned radically. Perhaps it was because he was raised by two women but he always seemed to value a clean room and well taken care of stuff more than his teammates.


He didn't even know if he could consider these two his teammates. Of course he had known Eleanor for years now but he still was a bit iffy about the third member of their group. As Ellie mentioned how easily their battle had been, he shrugged. “Hmm yeah.” He said simply and slumped in his chair. Then he went to check for his wounds. As a close combat fighter, he always took the greatest hits. There were some cuts on his hands and in his face but they all were small and he barely noticed them. His left leg however could be a bigger problem but nothing life threatening. The demon manged to bite him, luckily it wasn't a special demon so it would just heal without giving more trouble. Most shadow hunters would have used a healing rune but Matt rather not. He’d just try to not get it noticed and bind it later on. If the others would see it they’d know he made a mistake and he didn't want anyone to know. Besides one of them would probably suggest to heal it and he won’t allow that to happen.


“I can’t imagine how you manage to walk on those things.” He grinned at Elle as she took off her heels. “I mean, they look good on you but still...” His words faded and so did his expression. Well okey that was lame. Trying to wave away the lameness of what he said before he moved his attention to the other male in the group. “So, Robin Hood, how are you doing?” He teased the archer.


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[Leon Youngblood]

Leon all but groaned as he walked at the back of the group heading into the hospital wing, with one hand pinching the top of his nose to stop the stupid amounts of blood running down his face, the other hung to his side carrying his quiver still half full of arrows. At first he'd attempted to keep wiping the scarlet liquid away from his mouth but it didn't seem to last long, within five minutes he'd given up and just let it run free. Apart from the awful irony taste it wasn't the end of the world; besides after all these years blood wasn't something that was a strange to him. He somehow managed to see his own far too often as to what would be expected. The fight itself was pretty straight forward at the beginning, able to do what he did best from a distance he had managed to offer a few good blows with his bow. What he hadnt foreseen however was the blow which knocked him into a wall face first when he had to go in to finish the job, the demon had somehow managed to swing round and catch him off guard. He really hated fighting in such a animalistic way but needs must, at least he'd learnt from his mistake of not giving the lower level demons enough credit in the future.

Walking to the nearest bed he threw the quiver down and unhooked the black hand crafted bow that sat on his shoulder. The ornate weapon had been a seventeenth birthday present from his parents and god knew how much he treasured it, leon held such a strong love for it that no one else was to touch it... it was his prized possession. Placing it down delicately as if it was his baby beside the messy arrows he sighed, yeah... easy fight. Turning to the youngest of the team he simply offered her a wide bloody grin, "it weren't too bad. Can vouch for the walls though.. they were tough opponents." Realising that blood was now dripping off his chin and onto the clean sheets of the bed in front of him he cursed and immediately began a search for something to stuff up his nose. With his luck he'd probably broken it and messed up the shape of the feature even more. Content that he'd found some gauze he risked letting go with his hand to roll it up into small balls and stuff it up to act as a dam. At least the plus side of wearing all black was that people couldnt see the constant stains on the clothes.

Hearing the teasing comment he swung round with a lopsided grin, two white lumps sticking out of his nostrils... talk about side tracking the conversation. "Being the embodiment of handsomeness as usual," he chuckled before using the cleaner of his two hands to wipe across his face in an attempt to clear it. Being the eldest of the team and also the newest he was still trying to work out exactly where he fitted into place. It was only 5 more months until he hit twenty and stupid mistakes would be life threatening rather then cause him to have little boo boo's. Glancing down his nose cross eyed he attempted to flex one nostril and then the other (while failing quite miserably... if anything it made him look like he had a nasty twitch). "Does the right side of my nose look bigger then the other?" he pondered aloud before collapsing backwards on the bed next to his weapons.... 

[Eleanor Rosale]

As Ellie surveyed her boys she wondered how -yet again- she was the only one who had managed to come out of a fight (relatively) unscathed. Either the boys were extremely clumsy (which she was willing to accept in Leon’s case) or she was the best shadow hunter around: which she struggled to believe. Honestly. These boys had a good foot in height over her and a year/eighteen months more training than her. Perhaps if she kicked their butts in training more they might start getting the hang of it. Matt was limping along- she could see the gash on his leg, but didn’t mention it. He got funny if either her or Leon brought up his injuries, all defensive and grump. Grumpier than normal that was. She watched as her team mate cleaned his weapons. She really ought to clean her knives before the blood got crusty. Sighing she poured some alcohol on a rag and began polishing them.

She rolled her eyes at Matt’s comment about her shoes, and gave Leon an unimpressed look as he stuffed his nose with tissues. Gross. “Matt, I fight better in these shoes than not, now.” She told him. “Besides, unlike you two, I don’t have the height advantage. I’d rather not be beaten down by a demon just by them stamping on me. That would be a tad humiliating.” She joked. “And the fact that they make my legs and butt look good is just an added bonus.” She winked at the boy who she had grown up with. Sometimes he was adorably socially awkward and it was all she could do not to mock him for it.

Leon was laying down his weapons like they were made of glass. She got it, he liked his bow, but seriously. She was beginning to wonder if he had a sexually relationship with it or something, because no one was that attached to their weapons. It was disturbing. Elle was not looking forward to the day that it got broken or dented in battle. Leon might just off himself. She fought back a grimace as Leon made jokes about his handsomeness and flexed his swollen nose asking if one nostril was bigger than the other. “They’re both filled with tissue, you weirdo. How would we be able to tell?” She settled herself down on the bed, her feet up on the mattress and her hands resting on her bare stomach. “I swear, sometimes I wonder if they got you guys’ dates of birth wrong and I’m secretly the oldest.”

[Matthias Kriegsmesser]

His katana began to show the metal blade again and Matt looked at the rag. The demon blood was really disgusting and his face betrayed his thoughts. Turning the rag over, he cleaned the final stains of the two handed sword. He had noticed that Ellie had seen the injury on his leg. As he did, he frowned at her just to be sure she’d leave him be. It was a bit relieving that she didn't comment on it. Just to be sure he covered his leg by resting his now cleaned katana on it. The sword looked fine again and he’d probably sharpen it again tomorrow.

Ellie explained her ways and Matt didn't want to start a battle with her about it. If she wanted to wear those shoes, he’d let her do so. “I never believed that being tall was an advantage. The more surface you have the easier target you are.” He shrugged but couldn't help but let the upcoming smile win as she joked. Though the comment which followed wasn't something he prepared for and could not help but be flustered. He turned his head away from her so she couldn't see the strange look that had formed on his face. The wink made things even worse and while he knew that she was only toying with him, he couldn't help the situation. Deciding it was better not to tell her that her legs and butt always looked good, shoes or not, he went silent for a moment. “I doubt that your bonus can be in advantage in a fight. Or do you want to distract the demons you’re fighting?”

Matt rolled his eyes at the eldest of their group. The brunette boy seemed really too bounded with his weapons. Sure his own was given by his uncle but that didn't meant now that his uncle had died his soul was put in it. “Oi, Robin Hood. I haven’t found any rules yet about marrying a weapon but I still wouldn't recommend it. You don’t want t be known as that creepy kid who sleeps with his bow, right?” He teased the other and wasn't sure if he could say this or if he was going too far. When it came to social skills, he wasn't the master. A lot of people thought that Matt often was mocking them because he usually was the serious guy. Yet that wasn't what he was aiming for.

When Leon answered his question, a sigh escaped his mouth. “Yeah in your dreams.” He said as he rolled his eyes. Not that Matt was particularly popular with the girls. He often scared them away. Ellie had been the only girl who didn't but she was like his sister and he could never think of having a romantic relationship with her. Besides why should he? Unlike all the other shadowhunters who were 50% human and 50% angel, he was only 25% angel and 75% human. Why was he even worrying about this now? His thoughts were intermittent when he heard the elder bot ask about his nose. After Eleanor answered the other boy, Matt grinned at her. “Does it matter? He is still as ugly as always.” He teased the other boy by not directly talking to him. As he slumped even further in his chair, he saw that both his team mated were on a bed now. Somehow he couldn't help but grin a bit at Elle's comment. “Being the eldest doesn't make you the wisest or strongest. I mean look at Robin Hood over there, he’s the perfect example.” Since when did he start talking this much? Well it was always different when he was alone with his team members than in public.

[Leon Youngblood]

Leon chuckled lightly to himself as he listened to his youngest team member voice her thoughts. "Could you get a demon who would stand on you?" he mused to himself partially amused by his own mind. While it shouldn't of been funny just the idea of the killer midget being trodden on... it was quite something. She wouldn't be crushed just that easy though, least the loss of height meant she could bite its knee caps to bring it down to her level and kill it. Realising he was getting lost in his own thoughts he tried to shake the thoughts from his head. "On the plus side, if she ever runs out of knives she can just behead the buggers with her heels," he butted into the conversation as bounced casually up and down on the bed like a little kid. He could never understand why the hospital beds were more comfortable than the ones in their rooms, if anything surely it should have been the other way around? Despite him having been at the institute for coming up a year and a half there were still something he just wasnt quite use to.

With a hand outstretched he slowly began to play with the string of the bow, testing that it was still tightened to perfection "Ain't nought wrong with me. Look after your weapon and it'll look after you in return," he shrugged in a form of explanation. So what if he treasured the object above most others? It was like his parents spirits guided his hand whenever he aimed for a target... even if they didn't (which he was quite sure about) just the thought made him feel slightly warm inside. At the others males comment he raised one eyebrow, maybe it would be better not to admit aloud that sometimes he did sleep cuddled up to the bow. At times it was one of the only things that actually let him sleep as well as he did. "It'll be a long and fruitful marriage," he laughed back hoping to seem that their words hadn't effected him in the slightest.

Looking back down his nose he attempted to flair his nostrils one more time. "I dont know, it looks inflamed... either that or the other ones deflated or something." Could your nostril deflate? Your lungs could, and veins could collapse so surely the air passage thingy could be all squished from the impact? Crossing one leg over the other where he lay awkwardly diagonal across the bed he stretched out, he could already feel it now. Damn he was going to be sore in the morning. Listening to the other two have their conversation he rolled his eyes, he wasnt THAT immature or at least he wasnt all the time. "Oi, compared to you im an Adonis.. just coz you're jealous of my fine looks and skills," he pointed out while looking over the top of his chest. The double chin that was probably occurring right now might not of been doing him any favours...

[Eleanor Rosale]

Ellie rolled her eyes as Matt gave her what she assumed was a ‘meaningful look’. She really didn’t understand him. He was so unwilling to accept help. When she was hurt she would bitch and moan at the two boys until they would find the ruins that would heal her. It was rarer that she got hurt, but still. Why did he allow himself to remain injured when she could fix it in a few moments? She kept her mouth shut, though, cleaning her knives with a rag. It wasn’t worth the argument and she couldn’t be bothered explaining to him that he was a bloody idiot again. Too much effort. She rolled her eyes again when Matt claimed that her being small was an advantage. While- yes- she was a small and slight enough to fit places the boys weren’t that was as far as it went. She didn’t have the height to reach vital points in a demon- like its neck- when she didn’t have her boots on. It wasn’t about her being less of a target. She was skilled enough to avoid the attacks… most of the time anyway. She shook her head despairingly when Leon asked if there was actually a demon that could stand on her. They were idiots, the pair of them. She was the only sane person in a loonybin. Using her heels as a weapon. That would just be horrible. A waste of a good pair of shoes. “You’re a comedian, Leon.” She said dryly.

She snorted when Matt asked if she was planning on distracting the demons with her ass. “Of course. I’m just going to booty shake to distract them while you guys take them out. Or do you think a distracted group of demons is still too much work for you two losers?” She smiled in a sickly sweet manner at the two boys. She couldn’t help but laugh when Matt voiced what she had been thinking about Leon’s bow. It was an unhealthy relationship. Ellie couldn’t deny that she enjoyed watching the back and forth between the two boys. They bickered with each other more than either bickered with her. Which was saying a lot given the rocky start that she and Leon had. The bastard had kept eating her food. Elle was not a fan of sharing. Leon picked up on that fairly quickly. He had to… unless he wanted the little girl to continue putting him on his arse every day in training. Ellie smirked when Matt claimed that being the oldest didn’t make someone the best. “Clearly. Because I’m the wisest and the strongest around here. Not difficult with you two losers. I mean really guys, if you teamed up you might be able to get lucky and beat me.” She smirked. She loved teasing them in this manner. She was exaggerating of course. All they needed to do was over power her and pin her and that was her fucked. But they didn’t need to know that.

Eleanor wrinkled her nose watching Leon and his nose prodding. She didn’t particularly enjoy seeing him with bits of tissue sticking out of either nostril. He was such a mink at time. She rolled her eyes as he claimed that he was better than Matt. Male rivalry. She was just grateful that there wasn’t another girl around, she might actually have to up her game, rather than just being the best young shadow hunter by default.

[Matthias Kriegsmesser]

As Ellie decided not to say anything, he stopped worrying that his wound might be brought up. For him the topic was closed and it was a bit releaving to see how she’d learnt not to mingle into stuff he didn’t want her too. He’d just pretend he didn’t see her rolling her eyes at him, but still he didn’t feel like having to make up excuses to cover up the truth. Lying wasn’t something he liked doing, and he may not be one of the fair folk but still. No case closed no worry to get paranoid again.

His face turned awkward when Ellie commented on her abilities with her behind. He should have gotten used to it by now but he still couldn’t for some reason. It’d be like that moment when your little sister started about all the sexual stuff she’d done and you just sat there, trying to eat your dinner. However he did frown at what followed after that, even when it was teasing and he knew it all to well, he had trouble not giving in. One day he really should learn. “I can do my work perfectly fine.” He said and pouted. “And don’t group me in the same department as that git. You should at least call me the brave idiot and him the cowardly idiot.”

Matt had to fight back a snort as Leon suggest the girl to use her shoes as a weapon. Another small side was that the guy seemed to be talking to himself, it would be cute if it wan’t also pathetic. He was lucky to have grown up with two women to know that shoes are a woman’s precious thing. One time training with his grandmother(who scarcely was still in perfect shape for her age) had learnt him not to tell that shoes were a perfectly fine choice of weapon. As expected a dry comment came from the female team member which made the corners of his mouth turn up a little. Looking at his team mates resting on the hospital beds, they allured him to lay down as well. However he didn’t want to make the effort or just stand in the middle of what you could call a conversation.

Again he raised an eyebrow at the eldest team member as the boy continued to talk about his bow. “Yeah because every weapon has it’s feeling.” He comment with a great amount of sarcasm. Then he took his katana and stroke it. “Who is a good girl? Have you slain that meanie demon? Good job!” He mocked the other guy by giving a bad imitation. Though he lowered his sword as he suddenly felt bad. This weapon was given to him by his uncle who suffered his horrible fate. It was kind of respect less of him. With these thoughts his face turned and stopped with what he was doing. Instead he just plainly stared at the now perfectly cleaned blade. There was the urge to apologize but he couldn’t get the words over his lips. Hearing the other joke over it, he looked up to say something but again words failed him, instead he nodded.

Ignoring Leon’s further comment on his nose, Matt put his katana back in it’s holster. His attention was triggered once again when Ellie stated how sure she was how she was the wisest and the strongest. “Ellie please, don’t flatter yourself. We all know that you won’t last five minutes against me in hand to hand combat. When it comes to pure strength, I still got both of you. And feel free to use your runes of strength, I will still be able to beat you, without.” He smirked back at her. “And please don’t get your dreams up, there is noway I can team up with that bow fetish guy.” It was weird because seeing their weapon of choice they should be perfect at working together and covering each other’s back. One far range and one close range. But still their personalities clashed too much.

That was the moment when cupid found it necessary to voice his opinion. “Me? Jealous of you? Do you even own a mirror. And no I’d rather be a swords man than a cupid, I’m sorry I’ll pas.” Pff why would he be jealous of those two? He’d just have to build on his own abilities and stop looking at what others could do. Even when he was slightly jealous how quickly the other two improved.

[Leon Youngblood]

Leon snorted to himself as the youngest bit back at him, he really couldn’t see what the problem was in truth. Surely it made sense to use whatever weapons were at hand when one found themselves cornered? After all, the spike from the heel would of made a particularly good object for staking someone with... even better if the tip of the heel was silver. But of course that would be "tacky" rather then practical. Pouting slightly he couldn’t help but wonder if his mother had ever been that difficult or if it was simply the woman he now found himself living with. Everything seemed to be so much more confusing in England compared to back home in Idris, it was definitely a culture shock having to evolve to accept so many odd concepts. The first six months in this odd country had been truly the worst for him, it was like having to learn the world over again from different mannerisms to what things such as trains and televisions were. He couldn’t help but think the others had been laughing about him behind his back the entire time.

Cowardly? He briefly perked up as the word as spoken aloud, was that truly what his team mate thought of him when Leon stood beside the man ready to walk to his death most days? Deep down he couldn’t help but feel that Matt got it wrong, wouldn’t he be the one who was not ready to put all on the line? After all what did Leon have left? If he was to die the next day he doubted anyone would truly miss him, if anything someone would be over joyed at the house they suddenly inherited. The deed to the house would have to pried away from his cold dead hands much like his bow if anyone truly wanted it. Resting back into the pillows he laughed aloud briefly, better to shrug all these dark thoughts away then keep them locked up inside eating away at anything. "Don’t worry Matty boy, nobody wants to be in the same category as you anyway. Im better suited watching out for your ass as nobody else will, wouldn’t want our hero to go and get hurt now would we."

Yawning Leon leant back into the pillows and rested his hands against his stomach. He was tired and hungry. Very hungry... frustratingly hungry. Maybe he should have had that fourth slice of toast at lunchtime before they headed out or possibly that pot of yogurt that seemed rather inviting. Just thinking about it made his stomach rumble aloud, maybe he'd get cleaned up and then head out for pizza. Pizza always sounded a good idea. Catching Matt buddying up with his sword in a backlash at him Leon frowned slightly, "least I don’t touch it up," he muttered before rolling over onto his side. Pouting he listened to his stomach try and demand substance, anybody would believe he was wasting away that very moment. Leon sighed feeling slightly sorry for himself... it wasn’t fair.

"Don’t need a mirror," Leon suddenly smirked feeling the mood lift as his words had hit home, "Im sexy and I know it. Don’t need to check for my own clarification, its obvious so don’t go falling for me all of a sudden.. that would make you even weirder." He liked his bow, it worked for him. Leon would pay any day to watch Matt try and do what he did...