Catarina Loss

“He might be a little more useful that way” she smirked gently, shaking her head slightly as she spared a glance at the fallen Shadowhunter before her gaze returned to the one standing infront of her. “Talk” she pushed, the end of her whip sitting at the base of his neck. 

Foolishly, Isabelle lowered her weapon in a moment of doubt, inititally believing the next figure to emerge from around the corner was coming to their rescue, a heavy booted kick to her back sent her to the ground in a stumble, winding Isabelle. “He’s not helping us…he’s running away!” she called above the sound of clashing swords and magic, pushing herself up in the hop of catching Consul Malachi but he was already gone. Clearly he knew these grounds a lot better than she and Catarina did. 

“Alright you sons of bitches, I’m going to give you one last chance to tell me where you’re keeping the hostages”

Just as Izzy verbally confronted the left over Shadowhunter, Cat’s Nephilim fell down with a thunk. “Right...let’s work on keeping that one conscious then.” It was a tense situation but she couldn’t help but snicker a little at it. 

“That’s…no, it can’t be” Isabelle frowned, tensing up at the sound of weapons as she unsheathed the seraph blade that had been sitting in her thigh holster. When three Shadowhunters turned the corner, Izzy quickly checked their necks for circle runes. With all fingers pointing towards Valentine, she was relieved to find none of them had one. But then why were they swinging their blades at them.? Isabelle was pretty sure she already knew what they were trying to hide.

“I almost couldn’t believe it when Alec told me about their magic runes, it’s kind of beautiful that they’ll always be connected” she nodded, knowing exactly what the Clave would likely think if they knew about it but Isabelle had kept her promise in keeping it to herself, she wouldn’t want to endanger her brother or brother in law in any way after all. 

“Yeah, I think it’s coming from over there?” Isabelle spoke up after turning quickly on her heels at the sound of voices. “Definitely over there” she nodded, pointing towards the back of the building. “Recognise any of those voices?” she asked as they drew closer, whip at the ready should she need it. Isabelle swore she recognised one of them she just couldn;t put her finger on who it was.

Had the Consul made himself prevalent at Cabinet meetings, Catarina could have said she recognized it but since it was normally the Inquisitor in attendance, she didn’t recall the voice. Shaking her head, she softened her steps and flexed her hands. 

“He and Magnus are emotionally tethered together, put any large amount of distance between then and they can become a little…withdrawn and distant” she explained, knowing that was definitely the case for Alec at least. “Not from me anyways” she couldn’t help but agree, her relief clear on her face that at least neither of her older brothers was hurt.

“I know, hopefully we find at least something or we’ll have walked all of this way for nothing” she nodded, checking her phone quickly for any updates from Alec or Clary before her attention was back on the grounds. 

“The magicked rune.” She smirked. “So I’ve heard.” Her smirk settled into a smile. The magicked rune was sort of a slap in the face to old school Nephilim. She knew her baby brother didn’t intend it to be, but to see Warlock magic and the language of Angels work in tandem was surely something special...and something that had the Nephilim of old rolling in their graves. 

“I’m sure we’ll find––” Catarina’s voice immediately stalled, ears perking up. She cocked her head to the side. Magic licked her fingertips. “Did you hear that?” She whispered. The Warlock could have sworn she’d heard four distinct voices. 

“I’m no loopholing, I agree with you but Jace really did survive somehow back then, maybe it’s just because it’s Jace though” she shrugged, letting the topic go before the other could get angry with her. “Alec was in a lot of pain before but then it stopped, we know he’s alive because Alec’s rune hasn’t faded, but if he’s still feeling Jace’s pain, he’s doing one hell of a good job at hiding it” she explained, a tight feeling in her stomach. Jace could at least be accounted for like the others, but Simon…She couldn’t stop thinking if she’d have kept a closer eye on him he might still be safe, they all might of.

Her brows came together. She hadn’t heard about that, not that she was necessarily expecting to be filled in on every Nephilim issue. It was a relief not to be. “He doesn’t seem very emotive. At least when he’s away from my baby brother.” Cat shrugged. Seeing Magnus and Alec together, while cute, could be nauseatingly so. “But he also doesn’t seem to be the type to hide things all that well.” She added, sensing the other’s discomfort in the fear that her brother’s might be currently pained and troubled. 

“I imagine we’d find a way to get creative, runes enhance our abilities but Jace survived weeks without a stele once” she shrugged gently. “In this situation, however, we might have been screwed” she agreed with a sigh. She imagined it;d be similar to a Warlock losing their magic or a Vampire losing their speed and encanto. She knew she probably relied on runes more than she should. “You and me both,I get the chills all over every time I think about it” she frowned as they walked the grounds, heart sinking at the mention of Simon. At least with Jace Alec could indicate he was alive, as for Simon….she felt sick just thinking about it. “He’ll be okay. I mean, they all will…right?”

Aware to the tease, Magnus pointed at her, “Catarina Loss, as a physician, you should know that excercising is an important part of being healthy.” Gaze dropping to Cat’s hand and then back up to her gaze. “What, Cat? Are you alright?” 

“Then color me very unhealthy.” She chuckled before pulling Magnus to the side, away from prying eyes and ears. “Magnus,” Cat sighed. “I don’t see this clinic being open for more than a few more months so...so I don’t know whether to suggest you keep the happy nothing bothers me act,” she gave him a knowing and pointed look––nothing got past her,–– “or if you should tone it to regular levels.”

Magnus beamed at Cat, sipping at the coffee that she offered him. His nose scrunched; Magnus was never much of a fan of coffee. “I’m tired, but here obviously. Ready to help in any way I can!” Once he walked through these doors, Magnus was the ever chipper nurse no matter what he was feeling inside. 

Magnus didn’t love seeing those in his communities suffering, no, but he knew he, of all people could ease their pain and help bring them joy. Apart from that, he had discovered that he actually liked the job–maybe Cat was on to something after all. Screw being High Warlock of Brooklyn when Brooklyn was dwindling in downworld numbers. He could actually help people here. 

“Hi Cat!” Magnus chirped as he made his way towards the nurse station, donned in hospital typical, bright purple scrubs. “And how are you on this fine, extremely rainy day?” Magnus fought hard to always bring the positively, even if he wasn’t feeling so positive himself, especially in the hospital. That is what these people needed more than anything else. 

“Hello my little piece of paradise.” She rolled her eyes and couldn’t help but genuinely smile for the first time all day when she saw her little brother bounding towards her in bright purple scrubs. 

“What do you mean we’re losing our funding?” Cat felt her entire world rock. A loss in funding meant nurses would leave. Doctors would leave. Her hours would sky rocket. People would go untreated. Eventually, the clinic would close. “I know treatment can be expensive but are you really putting prices overtop people?” Nurse Loss couldn’t believe what she was hearing. 

When she felt the general mood of the place pick up, that only meant one person has sauntered in. The one person who was able to cheer even the sickest of her patients: Magnus Bane. “Not a word.” She hissed to the office manager who’d broken the news to her. Catarina knew her dear friend loved this work more than he loved himself. She’d have to break it to him slowly.

Raphael sighed and balled his hands into fists at his side to calm himself. Catarina had always been the most logical of them all–she was rational, the logos. Taking a deep breath, he tried to clear his head. “ ¿Qué hacemos, amiga mío?” 

“Catarina, I really don’t know anything else. I give you my word” Isabelle explained quickly, brows furrowing as she held a hand up towards the other. “I was hoping you might know of a way around tracking Simon or Jace without it getting blocked, actually”

Raphael was often known to be the one in their family circle to have a short temper. And when people he cared for, people he loved were in danger? It didn’t bode well for others around him. “Catarina, they could be tortured, could be dying as we speak. We have to find them!”