+ Sebastian: I +

[blackisnewblond]

Who: Sebastian Verlac and...?
Where: Snowy field in Espoir
Style: Third, unless you want to play a tacky game of mix and match
Status: OPEN

Warning: Anything I post from here on out should be considered a spoiler for City of Glass. If you're reading the 3rd book of The Mortal Instruments or plan to read it in the future, and don't want any

Comments

[bottleblueyes]

Alec was on his daily run through Espoir. Of course, running in winter was always a daunting task, especially in this world where they didn't plow the streets as well as they did back home. He supposed it had something to do with the lack of cars around here. In any case, he was looking forward to spring and the return of crisp, green grass crunching under his black boots.

When he first came across the young man who couldn't be much older than him, Alec, at first, raised an eyebrow and intended to keep running. He was tired of talking to strangers, and he was sure the guy could manage on his own. But then his eyes caught sight of a familiar black tattoo - a Mark. One that every Shadowhunter had on the back of one of their hands, one that kept their eyes from being deceived by glamours.

He stopped short, staring and puzzled. He didn't recognize this person at all, but a Shadowhunter was a Shadowhunter... and if this guy was one... well, they needed to stick together, didn't they?

"Hey," he said in greeting.

[blackisnewblond]

Jonathan's head snapped up, eyes going from wide to narrow in the span of a second.

Of course he recognized the face. His fingers twitched reflexively, wanting to close into a fist, but resisting. Calm.

Jonathan was no mind-reader. He did, however, understand how to read human emotion on faces. It was a skill he had picked up in order to perfect the art of faking it himself. When he was younger, he used to study his own version of 'happy,' 'sad', 'shocked', and the like in the mirror, until he almost believed the expressions were real.

The look on pretty boy's face said he had no idea who he was talking to. Most strange. Well, then. Time to play.

"Hello," Jonathan greeted, putting on his friendly, approachable smile, though ready to spring if there had been any slight miscalculation in the situation.

[bottleblueyes]

Alec wasn't sure if he was being too intrusive, but he decided to plow forward. "Are you a Shadowhunter? You've got a rune Marking on your hand."

[blackisnewblond]

And this...is unexpected and strange. Not only does the poof not recognize him, he's not even sure who and what Jonathan is.

Considering his lack of sword, that really wasn't such an awful thing.

Jonathan smiled, putting on his relief face. If he played nice for now, he could get more out of the boy than if he cut right to the chase and started swinging. After all, there could be others. There probably were. And Jonathan was banking on Alec leading him right to them.

"Yes, I am. I'm Sebastian Verlac," Jonathan introduced, extending his right hand.

[bookishlion]

Hermione came across the young man on her way to the library. It was obvious - to her, at least - from his blank stare and rather confused facial expression that he had just arrived. Not to mention, he was poorly dressed for winter.

Fingering her newly acquired wand in her pocket, she nodded in greeting, asking, "Excuse me, are you new here?"

[blackisnewblond]

"That depends. Are you going to attack me with that piece in your pocket if I say yes?" Jonathan asked, shrewd eyes glancing down at her hidden hand and back up at her face with brows raised.

He was hardly intimidated by the shorter female. Curious, if anything. Slightly amused. Until she made an aggressive move, however, he could be cordial. He needed information. He had every hope of charming his way into it.

It wasn't as satisfying as using brute force, but it wouldn't attract as much attention either.

[bookishlion]

Hermione rolled her eyes, clearly unimpressed with the boy's attitude. "Charming," she replied, letting her wand rest in her palm in plain sight. "And, no, I don't attack others with my wand unless provoked. However, seeing as how you have such a winning personality, I assume you don't need my help." She made to turn and leave.

[blackisnewblond]

"Wait," Jonathan said, grinning when her back was turned, but before she could look back, he sobered his expression, trying to look repentant. It was a flawless expression. He just didn't feel repentant in the least.

"My apologies for being so rude just then," he rattled on, lowering his eyes and staring at the snow in "shame". "I've no idea where I am, or how I got here, and my I'm terribly cold in addition. Please forgive me if I was less than civil just now."

[carpo_vita]

Minato was trekking through the village to get to the Shopping District from the Business District, a walk that he's become quite accustomed to, when he noticed the newcomer deliberately drop his Dreamberry on the ground.

That made him pause, and unplug an earphone. The man's clothes weren't suitable for the season as well, so he must be new.

Somewhere deep down, there was already a feel warning him that this man can be dangerous. Minato, however, never was one to judge by appearance nor flair, so he brushed aside these light concerns as he took a step towards the stranger instead of walking away.

"You shouldn't throw that away, the Dreamberry can be very useful." He commented, figuring that with the impressions that this man was giving him, he should probably wait to be asked questions first instead of starting to explain anything on his own.

[blackisnewblond]

Jonathan glanced to the ground, then lifted his brows, eying the stranger again. Was he mocking him, or could be possibly be serious?

How disappointing. The mundanes here were just as trivial as the lot he had left behind.

"Indeed?" And how would a cell phone serve him any better than his sword in this unfamiliar place? He wasn't going to place calls - he might, however, have use for a weapon.

"Forgive me for being so direct," Jonathan asked after a moment of deliberation, flashing his polite smile. "But might I ask where I am, exactly?"

[carpo_vita]

He nodded back. No matter how a person is, it's only normal to expect them to behave with confusion and irritation upon their arrival here - you get used to it after some time, but how many would honestly be fond of falling asleep one second in their world, and wake up in another as they open their eyes on the next?

"That's no problem. This is Somarium, a dream world. People from all sorts of different worlds are brought here under an unconscious state, and so far, no one knows how to willingly leave. That cellphone is called a Dreamberry, and it allows you to stay in contact with everyone else here. We're all given one at our arrival." Minato fished out his, a deep-blue one from his pocket, and fiddled a bit with it. He's heard of instances where the Dreamberry transforms into the form of an object that its owner is close to, but so far he's really had no problems with how they're originally modeled. It should look no different than the stranger's, other than maybe the color scheme.

[blackisnewblond]

"How considerate," Sebastian added, managing to keep the statement from sounding as sarcastic as he meant it. He would have preferred a sword over a cell phone. He'd just wasted how much time having to talk to people that irritated and bored him, and now it was the only outlet he was left with?

Father, was he here? The thought occurred to him at random, although given the information he had just received about the cell phone with every arrival, Sebastian could probably look into the matter himself when he was alone. It would be stupid to run around asking about the whereabouts of Valentine. It was no time to forget about tact.

Sebastian reached down and plucked the discarded device from the snow, staring at it again. "Are the calls monitored on this?" Considering that they were handed over so freely.

[mudbloodhater]

"You might want that."

Draco's eyes flicked from the odd looking bloke, sniffing the air - honestly, who did that? - down to the now-discarded Dreamberry in the snow, as he began a tentative approach, circling slightly while still keeping his distance. This one looked rather paranoid, after all.

[blackisnewblond]

"Clearly, I don't," Jonathan replied, brows raised at the intrusion.

He followed the boy's movements with interest, wondering what he was doing. "Where did you come from?"

[mudbloodhater]

"Clearly, you will," he rolled his eyes skyward, "Bloody useful thing, if you don't want to wander round lost for the next long while."

Boredly, he slowed his circling, eyes never leaving Jonathan. "My house, I would think. Strange little notion that is. Where did you come from?"

[blackisnewblond]

"I've never had to rely on a cell phone before. I don't intend to change that now," Jonathan replied, eyes still following the blond.

"Where is 'here', exactly? I could use a point of reference."