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Damien Blake had laid on the dirt for...well, he couldn't tell you how long it's been. Whenever Serafina left to Gods-know-where, probably annoying the crap out of some unlucky sap, he'd just been laying next to the same tombstone everyone at the cabin knew was his. The same one that Sera had found him sitting on. Even as Shadowhunter whistled, his selectively sentient pair of short swords who seemed to care more about what he did more than he could muster in a single grunt. The same pair of swords that were imbued with the very souls he commanded, yet was nothing more than a tool for his powers to extend themselves through.

Yeah, his Shadowhunter was hissing in his head, but it was in an unique frequency. Probably its way of telling him to stop sulking about losing.

[color=6699cc]"You try losing because you were tickled into submission. Oh wait."[/color]

[I]hiss hiss[/i]

Yeah yeah, you go off like that. Ain't like Shadow can do much about it, now can it?

And maybe this was the moment where Damien had reach new lows. He lost to Serafina, who was a worthy, if not creative sparring partner, but now he lost the battle of common sense to his own fucking swords.

As he contemplated just how low he could go, for some reason he was thinking about Erin and about how she probably was on her quest by now. He wondered if Zeru was really going to look out for her better than he would have. Well, that's impossible but laying on the ground did give Damien the time to think. No, it didn't change his mind that Zeru was a tool and would never hear the Son of Hades say anything other than that, but even he could admit that the Son of Zeus was strong. There was a reason why neither of them won a match against each other. For as much as Damien wished it and as much as he was certain Zeru wished it, they both were equal in pure strength and there was no beating that. 

So maybe that's why he found peace in the fact that he was on that quest with Erin. It made him curse himself into a kip-up to his feet, grunting as he did so, but Damien would remain content on that matter.

Just as he was about to head in, Damien felt something in the earth. And a moment later, Shadowhunter hissed in its "danger is approaching" frequency. Holding his hand own, both swords were at the ready as Damien faced towards the cabin. He was ready to strike, channeling his power into the hilt of both swords. It wasn't until he saw who was approaching the graveyard did he have a moment of anticlimactic disappointment. [color=6699cc]"Oh, all the people."[/color] Shaking his head, he sheathed his sword. [color=6699cc]"What are you doing here, Kalinda? Kinda far from your usual place of sunshine and rainbows, ain't ya?"[/color] He teased as he took a seat on his tombstone throne.
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