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wcylnds:

jace’s feet hit the ground with a thud as he stepped out of the portal, eyes glancing around the open space he’d appeared in. given that he was the first one to go through, he wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting to see. there were people milling about and rows upon rows of computer screens, information moving so quickly across them that he couldn’t make sense of it. this had to be the head of operations. he straightened up and moved further into the room, hearing the tell-tale sounds of people exiting the portal behind him as he explored. maps, plans, official looking documents - it was all there. clearly this had been in the motions for YEARS and the thought made him shiver. this was no rebellion - it was a REVOLUTION.

turning away from the papers he glanced back over to the portal, a spark of recognition in his eyes as he watched his friends cross through the portal. he felt a pang of hurt cross his features when neither alec or izzy stepped through, but he pushed that aside. they’d see, he rationalized as he crossed over to greet a familiar face, they’ll realize they made the wrong choice. “looks like i’m not alone.” he remarked as he approached them, a tight smile on his face as he nodded in their direction. “and by the looks of things, we’re not in the MINORITY here.”

one of the last to leave through the portal - due to the task he’d been assigned by his father ( kill all those left behind ) - he’d straightened up. and undergone the reformation into one of THEIRS; jace’s friend, clary’s boyfriend, a confused mutant receiving a mysterious invitation to an undisclosed location and coincidentally deciding to attend. jace’s voice is the first thing heard, as he steps through the portal, and it closes behind him. he would have to inform his father of his failure later - and of how their adversaries were more formidable than previously estimated. alas - a problem for the later hours. his saving face must of course be granted. “indeed.” walking over to jace, putting a smile on his face. “it appears we have stumbled our way right into the middle of a revolution.” presenting a calm but excited facade, looking around. the information flowing steadily in from their causes across the globe, the new recruits they’d manage to garner; clarissa and jonathan among them. perhaps it was a success to overcome his failure. indoctrination before the word could be spread about the massacre they’d intended to carry out. “and to think i wasn’t going to come. - is clary here? i told her i wasn’t coming tonight but i had a change of heart.”

#wcylnds #mutant au.#02.

firstherondale

#visage.#whispers ... i love him

rcisehcll:

things were not moving as QUICKLY as valentine would have liked. they’d spent more than a decade carefully crafting their plan, ensuring that the PLAYERS were in the e x a c t positions of power they needed to be in, and now - now, after years of PATIENTLY waiting, everything was falling into place. or at least he’d assumed it had. now, with his son standing before him, he wasn’t quite so sure.

❝ sebastian. ❞ his voice is as cool as steel, his face betraying no emotion as he straightened up, eyes boring into those of his eldest son as he resisted the urge to SIGH. did he have to do EVERYTHING himself? ❝ jonathan knows where he belongs; it’s your job to persuade him to make a move. we’re not pushing anyone into anything; we give them the INFORMATION to make the RIGHT decision. ❞ his jaw ticked, eyes flashing momentarily as he brought a hand up to pinch at the bridge of his nose.

how had he managed to raise a COLLECTION of disappointments?

❝ i asked you to get close to clarissa but this was not what i had in mind. ❞ he took a step closer and gripped sebastian’s shoulder tightly, touch bruising as he peered into the confines of his mind. he saw glimpses of sebastian and jonathan talking - the latter laughing at something that the former had said, and a flash of bright red hair { too similar to her mother’s } and lips pressed together. he pulled back with a scowl, twisting and shoving his son back as bones cracked beneath his fingers and he hit the wall. ❝ stop playing house, sebastian. get it DONE. unless you’re not up to the task? ❞ it was a form of persuasion he’d used many times. his son was nothing if not consistent - insinuating that he c o u l d n ‘t do something only left him more compelled to prove him wrong. it was something he and his brother shared in common, though sebastian possessed less WEAKNESS ; it made him the perfect soldier.

operations such as this one took time, and patience. in himself, he’d hatched a plan so intrinsically elaborate that success was essentially assured. had thought of every detail - every response. entirely intent on success because really, what was his alternative? failure? after years of working, progress? he’d never be trusted again. his only option was to SUCCEED. “jonathan will join us. he’s - likeminded. and with all due respect father - i believe he already KNOWS what decision he’s going to make.” if their stint in the bar was any indication. all it took was one minimal cut to his hand and then - companionship was born. understanding of one another; bonding over their mutual belief in equality, and their essential immortality. they would grow to outlive many; there was a bond in being the only other individual to understand the reality they might once have to face. “it seemed as though it was a natural progression. and all jonathan’s idea - he trusts me enough to set me up with his beloved sister.” used to both the psychological and physical torture, he did little more than wince when valentine started to sift through his memories. through his consciousness. albeit the physical torture was slightly more painful, but it GALVANIZED him. it would heal in due course, regardless. “i am.” certainty under his father’s harsh grip, refusing to acknowledge any weakness within their dynamic. “i’ll hasten the plan.” this type of persuasion - raw and aggressive - was one he knew well. one that worked well.

#rcisehcll #mutant au.#01.#abuse tw

aggravation at his awakening brewing within his bones, bringing himself up off the mattress to sit up straight. the knowledge he will have to report his progress beckons him to throw the covers off. pulling on a shirt and the pants from the evening before. progression was presently at the desired pace. his growing relationship with clary built a bridge, as did his endeavours with jace. almost seamlessly involving himself within their lives. disguising his motives with finesse. years of training.

"father." greeting his father, his teacher, his superior as such. posture rigid, shoulders straight. ever the good soldier. "the plan is working. i think jace will co-operate if pushed; he's already unknowingly a supporter for the cause. equality for all mutants." jaw tensed, looking over the operation that was alive all through the night. through the years, slowly gaining precedence. their time was coming. "and clarissa - thinks i’m her new boyfriend.” glib in his small, perverted victory. HE WOULD DO WHATEVER THE CAUSE REQUIRED. @rcisehcll

#rcisehell #mutant au.#01.

unexpectedtrajectories-blog

「 a little present for ░ @eldestmorgenstern . 」

“ Fléctere si néqueo súperos Acheronta movebo. “ —— virgil, The Aeneid

#visage.

‘jace lightwood. formerly morgenstern - raised by valentine morgenstern prior to adolescence. weak but stubborn. seen unfit for the cause. ( discharged. ) then raised by maryse lightwood - previously married to robert lightwood ( aid ).’ the file was descriptive. and he’d spent sufficient time combing over it - memorising the information that would be essential to the adequate conduction of this mission. to his - their - eventual success. the file also listed his brother’s most recent place of work - a bar downtown. barely two miles away from where he currently was. it was the perfect cover - introduce himself as a new patron, order a few drinks, strike up pleasant conversation. then accidentally lacerate his hand on a glass he would drop. only for it to heal moments later. then they would bond over their shared powers - over the joys of their mutations. and the injustices they brought. ( then recruitment could begin. ) walking into the establishment, he surveys the place briefly as he walks inside. externally putting on the appearance of any man in his twenties, smiling at a few of the other patrons when they glance over at him. jace moves into his line of sight as he moves closer to the bar, eventually taking a seat on one of the stools. only a spot or two away from jace. perusing the menu momentarily and feigning confusion - turning his attention the man walking beside him. “hey man - what’s good here?” @wcylnds

#wcylnds #mutant au.#01.

xocamiille:

though it’s not normal, camille was used to the pain and angst that was her life. at a young age, her parents pushed her away from their normal, elegant lives. neither of them thought they would have a mutant child and denied her powers to their judgmental friends. camille learned to ignore the hatred but it just fueled the fire within her until she was old enough to run away and start a new life for herself. she found happiness in magnus but ruined that without a second thought when it was too serious. she needed a life that was more free. she was captured by government agents while leaving a club one evening. ones that had gotten word of her powers and her useful they could be the humans. she spent years being a test subject, wasted away in her cell as they tried to find a cure for their so called problem. she vowed since that moment to ruin all of their lives when she got the chance. she had the chance now. she owed her life to valentine morgenstern and she was going to fulfill his wishes. and mess around with him in her free time. just the perks of the job.

valentine was one that camille looked at for her future. she didn’t want to ruin anything that could lead to the mutants being in charge of the world. their population was much larger than the humans understood. “you won’t. i’ve never disappointed you thus far.” she wasn’t sure about sebastian but she could say that truthfully. camille managed to be successful with every mission that valentine had given her. even the menial tasks. their next one would be quite challenging but camille wasn’t going to back down. they needed more soldiers on their side. they needed valentine’s other children. “you make yourself perfectly clear. it just so happens that i’m familiar with a few of their friends. it won’t be too much trouble. a load of idiots they are.” she smiled, holding the file behind her back as she nodded at their leader. “i hope to be rewarded in the best way when i succeed.”

“we’ll bring them in. alive.” he finally speaks, having remained silent thus far. despite his opposition to one order. it was an irritation, this bridle to behave - johnathan and clarissa must be brought in alive, despite their transgressions - their evident avoidance of the cause. but he was always the good soldier. the committed soldier. standing by his father’s side from an early age; camille had been a substantially useful addition to the team. and prior to getting to know her, he had actually felt some empathy towards her. finding and rescuing her had cemented his faith in his father’s cause once and all. and if they had to kill a few humans along the way, slaughter those that opposed his father, it was collateral damage. “have some faith in us, father.” snatching the folder camille was keeping behind her back and flipping through it’s contents. gathering a brief summary of the information it held. clarissa was stubborn, and johnathan was arrogant. ( comparable to himself in that manner. ) shutting the folder, he crosses his arms. “magnus bane, in particular.” he stands up straighter, sparing a glance at camille. “clarissa’s brother. we can appeal to her through him.” he may be ready to kill for his cause, but he had some tact. he could weave his way through manipulation and blackmail if the situation required so.

#rcisehcll #xocamiille #mutant au.#with valentine.#with camille.