介绍 * Jem 001

[gemofshanghai]

Who: James "Jem" Carstairs and somarium 
Where: Streets of Espoir
Style: Your pick
Status: OPEN

Jem walked cautiously through the streets of Espoir, on the surface out for a typical afternoon stroll with his jade cane and hat pulled forward, the shadow falling over his eyes. His clothes are Victorian, but not quite right. He's wearing a loose-fitted shirt

Comments

[halfthelady]

[Since having not found a suitable walking partner besides Merlin, Jessamine had decided to take it upon herself to go out on her own. She couldn't always ask the magician to come out with her, now could she?

So that's what she's doing when she comes across a very familiar figure of silver. Her parasol is up to shield herself from the falling leaves, but she immediately lowers it to get a look at the person. It can't be, can it?]

Jem?

[gemofshanghai]

[Jem turned fuly to face the approaching female. As soon as his eyes touched her, he recognized Jessamine, a familiar form primly dressed, carrying a parasol. Pale fingers tipped his hat in a proper greeting, and Jem smiled, the expression flavored with relief. Perhaps he wasn't hallucinating. It didn't have the nightmarish feel or sharp imagery and colors of a hallucination]

I was expecting Will would leap out and try to give me a cheap scare. But I'm hapy to be wrong.

[halfthelady]

[She sniffs, and there's a slight smile on her lips threatening to show. Jessamine curtsies ever so slightly before approaching Jem.]

Of course you are. Will is hardly the person you'd want to encounter in a strange new world first.

[gemofshanghai]

[Jem's brows raised at the notion. A strange new world. Well, had Will spoken the same words, he might be inclined to doubt. But Jessamine wasn't in the habit of telling elaborate tales, not anything that would remotely resemble fantasy and adventure. How ungainly for a practical young lady. She had greater concerns, like choosing her gloves with care and giving Charlotte a time of it]

Indeed?

Please enlighten me.

[bottleblueyes]

[Alec's on his way to Somni to look at gathering things for Magnus's party. He's not that social, so he isn't the kind to greet strangers - or care about them, for that matter - but when he gets doused with a spray of leaves out of nowhere, then he's got a problem.]

Hey! Watch it, mundane!

[Then he takes a good look at the other person. While Alec's wearing a long black sleeved shirt, you can still make out the fresh Marks tattooed on his throat, and the stele sticking out of his back pocket. His eyes take in everything, but fix on the blade.]

Why are you attacking the leaves?

[gemofshanghai]

[Jem lifted his head, eyes wide for a moment in surprise. Will?

[But then he blinked and it was plain as day that it wasn't Will, not with that clipped American accent and casual clothes. The build was wrong, too, but something about his face, his hair and eye color for sure, had taken Jem off guard for a moment. But he smiled congenially as he recovered, for the moment retracting the blade within his cane]

I have no issue with the leaves. I thought someone was trying to catch me unaware.

[bottleblueyes]

[Alec tilted his head a little.]

Why would you think that? Are you paranoid or something?

[It's said in his typical blunt manner, not with any heat and not meant to offend, although it might regardless.]

[gemofshanghai]

You're quite blunt, aren't you? [Jem replied with a growing smile] Even for an American.

[Jem extended his left hand, the other curled around the head of his cane. He had noticed Alec's Marks. Needless to say, Jem had a collection of his own, runes and scars] I'm James Carstairs. But you can call me Jem, if you like. Everyone does.

let's pretend I'm on the ball.

[nolessthanseven]

[there's nothing like seeing Victorian gentlemen walking the streets to make Isabelle grin. Settled on a nearby bench - a brief reprieve from her daily run - to catch her breath, she watches him from afar curiously. Especially when he practically attacks the leaves. Like they did something to him.

[Her own Marks are obvious beneath even the sweater she wears for warmth, shoved up to just beneath her elbows; despite the weather, she still takes it upon herself to wear skirts and her boots, making only marginal effort in the still decent climate. It wasn't snowing yet, after all.]

Little bit jumpy?

[gemofshanghai]

[Jem turned in the direction of the voice. Sensing no ill will from the young woman, he smiled in greeting]

I expected worse than leaves to take me unaware.

[nolessthanseven]

[she grins charmingly, toying with a loose lock of hair.]

Oh yeah? Like what? There's not much here that's all that dangerous.

[gemofshanghai]

Indeed? I'm glad to hear it. [Belatedly retracts the blade in his cane, setting it properly down on the ground again]