[ A tall, blond teenage boy appears right beside the fountain, and it's a close call that he doesn't end up emerged in the water, stumbling away from it as he tries to regain his balance, somehow still as graceful as ever, and takes in his surroundings.
He thinks about removing the stele from his pocket, drawing runes upon his flesh to help him fight, but he decides against; if he looks beyond the fact he's been kidnapped, standing in the middle of a city he doesn't recognise, he doesn't sense any threat here. And there's always the blades holstered around his waist if he needs them.
The weight in his pocket wasn't there before, isn't one he's familiar with, but before he can take whatever it is out, he's being approached by a stranger who feels the need to kiss him, and worse still, that he suddenly finds himself wanting to kiss back.
Clary, he thinks, panicked, eyes darting around in case she's here, too, lost somewhere, alone, and with who knows what waiting for her out there. I need to find Clary.
Finally pulling out the device, he switches it on, figures it out enough to get a video feed going. ]
So, does someone want to tell me what's going on? I'm not really in the mood for guessing games. And what's with all the tongue action I'm getting here? I know I'm attractive, but it's not the welcome I'd choose.