#grexan

[wyrmcast]

Grexan pops in this week to talk to us about his hopes, his dreams, and his guild! Zyn admits she overzealously brushes her teeth and I drink. Big Surprise.

[jackarychaoti]

A New Dilemma.

"I only answer to ONE mortal and you are CERTAINLY not them."

The words echoed in the Magister's mind as he sat around a table, flicking the tip of his pen lightly against a notebok of paperwork. He had about lost his temper again, how he had managed to keep Faeron (let alone himself) from gouging Grexan's eyes out had been beyond him.

The Wolves were involved.... It unsettled him completely.

While Jackary was supposed to be paying mind to his meeting, his attention was failing, trailing back to Zi sprinting up to him from the shadows... That sick, panicked look for help stuck on his face. He had watched Andriel 'handle' the situation, but the way she did was a clear sign that she would never make his status within their team.

So, he did what he did best. He threw himself on the front line to stand between his family and the newest enemy.

Twelve names. Twelve people that he had likely seen, yet only four he personally knew. They were all being investigated for attempted murder.... Yet no one, not even the She-Wolf General would give him the information he needed.

No, instead he had finally called Grexan a child and told him that the adults were speaking after he'd been threatened to be locked up and assaulted four times. He had a bow drawn on him, he had been outnumbered, insulted, threatened and then cornered... Grexan had accused him of hanus things. He'd attempted to put words into Jack's mouth and all for what? Someone was being framed for murder, he was sure of it.

The names of each twelve that he recalled so vividly rolled over his tongue through closed lips as if saying every vowel would cast a spell of clarity to understand... The only four he knew had been two Forsaken, a Troll and an Orc... But what of the others? Had this been another racist act?

Fingers reached up to toy with the feather that was normally on his right ear, but when the digits clasped at nothing but air, he was reminded that it was gone.

Ah, right...

He had given the matching earring to Gentil the morning he found his partner sitting on the edge of the Ghostlands. They hadn't been together at the time, but it was still a monumental gift. Gentil would likely never know the story behind the feather he'd been given, nor would Jack speak of it's importance in his life for in his mind, the Priest was worthy enough to touch it, let alone keep it.

For  a man who paid close attention to detail, Jackary had begun to let his thoughts drift from his anger an anxiety over a meeting he declared to be had with the Wolves, sans Grexan upon request. Had Gentil continued to wear it? He couldn't even recall if he'd seen it since watching the small figure clasp it on that morning.

He had almost felt silly, having lavished the Priest as any other did with gifts and trinkets; he had been surprised that Gentil still wore the charm, although his doubt-filled mind chalked it up to the shared bracelet it helped decorate.

"Jackary," came a voice in which his thoughts snapped from wanting to see his counterpart again as eyes focused straight towards Khadgar.

Jack's fingers had clasped his own necklace firmly to toy with the claw that hung there just to stall a bit of time. "I'm... Sorry, Khadgar." He replied, lowering his gaze in mild embarrassment that he had distracted the others from the meeting.

"You were mumbling names..."

"Was I? I apologize... I've been working with new people and was attempting to recall their names to remember them... I suppose I accidentally began to recite them outloud." It was a flawless cover-up in which he dipped the cherry on top with that ever charming smile the Mage owned.

Janus, Anselem, Oderi, Hellskull, Sebias, Elyza, Eattriel, Rel'ja, Vendrisa, Zi, Ador'lordian, Yingzao...

Four he felt were already innocent, eight more he could have believed were being framed, too.