Jace Herondale

     I won’t have time to do much until Sunday because my work schedule is still horrid but consider this a starter call for Faith Lehane ( @thatslayer ), Jace Herondale ( @inalifeafterthat ), Simon Lewis ( @imboldadjacent ), Alec Lightwood-Bane ( @whatsbeautifulandbroken ), Peggy Carter ( @tellusaboutitpeg ), Jessica Jones ( @mylasereyes ) & Ruby 2.0 ( @imusthavebloodinmyear ). Like this for a starter for a random muse, or feel free to let me know who you’re interested in.

You’re a weapon 

        "Well, there’s the guys. And Faith, obviously.” Who could also be considered one of the guys, “A couple of Sunny-Falls finest. See what I did there with the Sunnydale and the… yeah.”

It’s just as Buffy feared. With Hellmouth’s popping up faster than they can be eliminated, it’s put the proverbial kibosh on any downtime the good side of the force are hoping to see. Not that she’s been little miss active herself lately, but 2014 was definitely a better year for a sabbatical, “That makes sense. You know, I always wondered. Well, if I survive Mystic Falls, I’ll see what I can do about Brooklyn.”

           A flippant remark, but everyone here’s overworked and already reached their quota on hellmouth’s. To the point where new ones are no longer interesting. Dangerously so. Le sigh. Buffy shoots Jace a look as she follows him, because speaking of remarks… “You mean, besides jail?”

He must be confusing her for another slayer, “That’s more Faith’s style. No offence. I just happen to like my men a little more, well, older.”

            Jace pulls a face. It's there and gone, but it leaves the impression that, at least in his mind, he'd have definitely been worth the jail time. He puts that irrational pride away, because that line of thinking's not a good look on him. It's about the only thing that's not a good look on him.

She mentions Faith and his expression goes an entirely different direction --- light, mulling over the idea. Leather pants, big boobs, angry snarl? Oh, he liked Faith, but he'll cross that bridge when he comes to it. He's probably going about getting out of this funk the wrong way, but it's definitely the fun way.

      There are more pressing matters, more current fish to fry, without being too vulgar.

            “Well, here I am. Alive and kicking.” She smiles sheepishly as she accepts his hug, making it a quick one because she doesn’t want to inflict any further damage here. A couple of bruises are already starting to come through, on a face which she feels the need to note is newly aged and much more rugged, “Which you probably noticed. Here, let me help.”

She tosses the trash can aside and attempts to straighten him up, a little wordless sorry for kicking his ass, “Yep, just me.” Ahh, the where’s who game. To Jace they’re just names, but to Buffy they’re more like giant scabs sitting on her subconscious which has shifted into overdrive. She decides to roll with it, trying her best not to look fazed as she takes a brief look around, “Yep, just me. Well, sort of. Most of us are on active duty, but we’re a little scattered. Big celebration n’all.”

            Shrugging her shoulders, a touch of playfulness to her grin, “Well, I work out. Anyway, back to the pressing question, and don’t think that I’m not happy to see you, but.. why are you here? ‘Cause if it’s for help, I really hate to be the one to break this to you, but we’re a little swamped.”

         "Most of us?" he somehow manages to look amused with his own question, but it's just one of those weird quirks of his stupid face. Jace is in a good mood and it's hard not to look sarcastic when he's in a good mood, like his face is so used to brooding that it bucks any attempt Jace makes at sincerity, "Okay. So, who's 'us'?"

He's still fishing. He wants to know who's in the picture, because in the life of this, particular Jace? He's way, way overdue and Buffy's not only as hot as she ever was, but she just happens to be in the right place at the right time to calm his nerves for a night. Or a week.

                   She's all business, though, and he can't fault her for it. He is here on Clave business, after all. Sometimes you've just gotta do the job and shut up about your libido.

       Jace folds his arms across his chest, high and tighter than he really needs to, and tries to stand toe-to-toe with a woman who just handily kicked his ass with no actual weapons, "Wait, do you actually not know? Or, are you not in contact with Sam and Dean? Izzy cleared it with them weeks ago. Don't worry, we're not here to stay and we won't be in the way. We just need to read through some of their library. The Brooklyn Institute is practically sitting on a Hellmouth. Trust me, we wouldn't be here if we had other options."

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     Simon slows the car as much as he can to keep Jace from tripping on the curb and smashing his pretty, pinched face on the sidewalk. He tries not to give Izzy a look, but the 'I knew we should’ve left him behind’ exaggerated sigh says about the same thing.

He parks, breaks and looks over his shoulder through the open door, “Is he still complaining? How is that even physically possible? I mean, it’s not like he can catch tetanus from a car, right?” In theory, at least.

                The truth is, as well as he and Jace have been getting along this last year, when Simon suggested they take a fun, romantic road trip? He meant Isabelle and Simon, not Jace and not all of Jace’s luggage. Granted, it’s only two, giant bags so it’s not all that bad. Still. Isn’t Jace supposed to be a warrior? Aren’t warriors supposed to live simple, Spartan lives? Didn’t realize that involved a flat iron, but you learn something new every day.

    He gently rubs his temples, because there’s a Herondale-induced migraine swirling behind his eyes, then he’s out of the car and heading around to the other side. He might not be a 'man’, as it were, but he’s still a gentleman and a gentleman opens a door for a lady. Besides, it gives him a moment to bitch under his breath without Izzy hearing it. His grumbling slows and stops and he reaches for the door handle, only to pause and turn to Jace with serious!Simon face, “Do not ruin this for me. Okay, fine, this is Clave business but it’s literally the only vacation we’ve had in a year and I plan to show Izzy a good time. You got a problem with that, Buddy?”

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Isabelle would never admit it, but when Simon had first brought up a road trip to Lebanon, she had felt less than enthusiastic about the prospect, but the look on Simon’s absolutely adorable face had made it impossible to say no to him.

Jace tagging along, however, was not exactly what Izzy had anticipated. Despite the blonde’s constant complaining, though, Isabelle found herself rather enjoying the trip. It was so wonderfully mundane to travel at such a leisurely pace, and she’d found that parts of the countryside were almost as beautiful as Idris.

As they finally pulled into their destination, Izzy rolled her eyes at Jace’s eagerness to climb out of the car. “Jace is a drama queen. He’ll always find something to complain about,” she told her boyfriend with a snort, not too bothered by her adoptive brother’s whining.

She watched as Simon climbed out of the car and waited patiently for him to walk around the car. It had taken her a while to get used to it, she didn’t need help opening a door, but it made Simon happy to open the door for her, so she waited, and took the moment to check her lipstick in the visor mirror, touching up the dark red color she wore on her lips.

                Jace is out in the fresh air, finally. Taking a deep, dramatic and pointed breath because complaining about the poverty fumes inside that rent-a-crap did absolutely nothing to detour the trip. Of course, now everything he owns is going to have to be dry cleaned to get the stink out of it.

Speaking of, there's a very angry Shadowhunter who badly needs a shower. Actually, he needs a haircut and to trim his stubble before it becomes a full-on beard because an unkempt, hipster Nephilim is a gift to exactly no one. He should've known Hodge was evil a hell of a lot earlier. Because, beard.

     He barely throws up a little exasperation hands at Simon's warning and gives his pet vampire a look that says he's in absolutely no mood for this, "That's right, it's Clave business. Not a road trip. Not a vacation. I get that this is frustrating for you and believe me we are both sorry I came with you, but if I smell like I think I smell, right now? You're going to be so very beyond sorry."

            Jace walks past Simon, lifting the keys out of his hand as he goes. Makes his way to the back of the car and takes his bags out of the trunk. One of them's long, definitely has weapons in it. The other? It's huge, and most definitely has several changes of faux leather and enough cold cream to make the 1930s jealous. The weapons go over his shoulder, and he pulls the handle out of the bigger bag and drags it behind him --- it is not a pretty picture, "Now, I need a shower and I need to not be here, right now, so-" he gestures over his shoulder to a little country inn a couple of doors down and kitty corner from the pizza place, "Don't do anything I wouldn't do." then he's gone, headed for a bed and a bathtub. And, probably, bed bugs. 

        Welcome to Lebanon, Jace Herondale!

“Okay, is it just me?” What comes next is a pretty nasty combination which sends mystery lurking in the shadows guy staggering backwards, “Or is one of us really losing? “Cause between you and me…” Punch, kick, super-punch, “I think it’s you.”

Yep, Buffy’s still packing. The wit, the charm, not to mention one hell of a fisting —- wait, never-mind. She treads on and decides to pick up what feels like a trash-can lid, ready for a little song playing of her own when he finds his opening, “Oh, no you don’t!”

It takes about two seconds for her to catch up and grab onto one of his arms, ensuring that he faces her because this type of serenading requires a painful amount of connecting, “See, this is what I like to call the —- Jace?!”

             "Buffy," he turns her loose, still smiling, and gingerly pulls her into a one-armed hug. Winces on contact, "We heard you were magically back from the dead but then the reports stopped, cold."

He was worried. Doesn't want to say it, though, because he's had a rough year and he'd like to just have this. This one, happy moment where a friend's fate wasn't left up to the likes of an unfeeling prophecy or cruel Angel. For better or worse, Buffy's alive and kicking and, after everything that's happened to him? Maybe he feels like he deserves a moment of stupid bliss.

     "Is it just you out here?" Jace winces, again, and starts looking for his stele. Has to use the flashlight on his phone just to get his bearings and, frankly, he doesn't like being reminded of how dependent he is on his runes, "Last time we saw you, there was a small army. So, where is everybody? We know Dawn's still alive, she's made a name for herself in the Shadow World. What about everybody else? Faith?" and, pointedly, "Dean?"