#sebias

[kurtbasthallen]

nemjayg prompted  →

Glee/Quantico AU: 

Sebastian gets in trouble again ‘cause he’s a little shit and got caught clubbing underage. 

His attorney father is done with how many times he does it and decides he’s going to stop bailing him out. 

He gives Sebastian’s case to the new, young guy in the office, Elias Harper.

[jackarychaoti]

The Moon.

How long has it been since I've written in these pages? Since my fingers have touched over my hard work and studies, my defined writings and thoughts..? I've been a slave, captured by something out of my control and tortured... My mind is different now. I feel only paranoia and fear. I long to be alone but I fear it. The forest and moon, my longtime friends bring me no comfort tonight. They do not sate to fear in my heart.

My world is changing. Changing faster than I can grasp for anything to hold on. Each passing hour of tonight has rendered my feeling of uselessness more and more powerful. Zi and Sebias looked for me. Apparently when they believed something was wrong no one listened to them. It sheds a new light on what I already don't understand.

I feel as if I should not grieve for what has happened. I should not cry over my unrealistic fears that haunt my dreams. Even this morning's dire nightmare that awoke the whole house was something I should supposedly be able to simply get over.

Was I that cruel? Was I that cold when voicing my anger to Aelisia that the rest of Chaoti is turning? In such a dark hour, am I not allowed to feel fear or anger? To question those around me?

Even my mate is fierce, his teeth bared and words sharp. Something had kindled my growing adoration for that Priest. Each simple touch or caress he gave me tonight was quenching a thirst that I never knew I had. I wanted to hide against him.

My heart aches.

Darnath is not acting well. Something is wrong and he began to speak nonsense to me... Noting how people were riled up, especially Death Knights who were all armed.

I feel as if I may fail hi---

[The book seems to cut short, as if something has pulled the Mage away from his writing.]

[problematicparasite-blog-blog]

[jackarychaoti]

The Hurt.

Eversong was quiet. The soft noises of nature dwindled around, birds chirped and the chattering from the city off in the distance caused emerald tipped ears to twitch. Jack had been contemplating the journey he told Zion and Sebias he was going to take... a trek from Silvermoon City to Undercity without flight, portals or ground mount. The Magister was exhausted, how he expected himself to limp the whole way was beyond him, however his mind was just as focused as his eyes were towards the bridge to the Ghostlands. His heart hurt, he couldn't deny it and all night he had watched Gentil kiss everyone's cheek, but he barely received a hug. The Priest had asked if the shackle on Jack's ankle was his fault and after confirming that Gen had nothing to do with it, his beloved had gone quiet again. He had tried to coax Gentil into a conversation, telling the smaller male that he missed him and he was sorry but he couldn't get more than a few moments of his own boyfriend's attention. Let alone a few words. Had he done something wrong...? A hand pushed through the long locks of hair that he hadn't bothered to put back in his usual ponytail and a shaken sigh left him. He was hurting, he wanted the comfort and touch of his counterpart but even Gentil had stated he was too tired to spend any time with him. Was Gen mad at him for something....? At a loss, each careful step began to bring him closer to the Ghostlands, his staff used heavily as a walking stick. The moment a foot touched the other side of the bridge into the darkened territory however, Jack's vision turned towards the direction of the estate. It was a heavy question. Would he stay on his path to Undercity or would he veer off and try to speak with the person who was silently ripping his heart apart? His very next step decided his destiny.

[jackarychaoti]

The Conflict.

The book is gone, where Jack's journal and notes are now is anyone's guess, especially the Mage's. Stolen away from being left on the bench, the pages flutter open suddenly, an eerie glow forming from the book while it comes alive, whether being read or not. Upon the page, the words start to etch themselves, following along the mental thought process.

My book, my notes, the entire thing is gone. I hope that perhaps it's been misplaced within my bag that Darnath was nice enough to return.I broke free of the shackles that I was placed in and made my way back to Silvermoon... I should have known better.

I missed him. The sight, the sound, the very scent that lingers, but it was  all so short-lived. I couldn't even tell him that I was worried or apologize for him not getting my letter. I mean, I did tell him I missed him, but he stopped talking. All I wanted was just one kiss, yet everyone got one but me. Pulled away, I think we're all too tired to cope anymore. Perhaps there is something in the detail of tonight that I didn't catch, other than that elf who spoke to Gentil about Darnath all night.

Seb and Zi explained themselves before they started their bickering back and forth... Sometimes I wonder if they're really into each other and too stubborn to admit it, or perhaps they really are just that weird.

Either way, I'll be traveling to Undercity tomorrow where it's much more quiet and safer. It'll be a long trek, considering my conditions, currently.

Soon as I can walk again, I need to find my b--

The words stop writing themselves as if something has hindered the Mage's thoughts. What is worse, is that the rest of the page starts to become wet, doused in what almost appears to be blood.

[jackarychaoti]

The Reports.

It had been a nearly relaxing evening after a rough start and all around business attitude mid-afternoon. There had been a hand-picked team by the Magister himself to return to where he could not and obtain the information he needed to continue on with what he needed to. Once his team had been chosen, Jack had removed himself from the city, he knew there was something he needed to do in order to ease his own mind.

Jack had dragged Gentil out with him into the fields, into the real world beyond the walls of the city and easy patients with broken noses or minor cuts. He'd taken Gentil out to train, to survive... To hunt. Dragon instinct had caressed a part of his brain that he hadn't thought of in ages. His partner wasn't savvy within the world of violence and if something dreadful were to happen, that deep protective notion needed to be sated into knowing that the Priest could easily survive without so much as a map.

Hours were spent with the Priest, teaching him how to read the land and how to work with it, clues to help the directional-impaired mate of Jack and by the time they took a break, albeit grime-covered and scratched to hell, Gentil had grown tenfold in knowledge and understanding.

Rewarded with tea, their early evening was spent together with their idle, playful banter and soon, Jack escorted his beloved Priest home to let him rest. His soft smile faded into nothing more than a business-as-usual glare the moment Gentil was out of his view, he had needed to focus on what he started that morning.

What had greeted him the moment he was back in the city however, was a courier who approached him, handing him two letters. Eyes glanced over the envelopes, one clearly marked with the symbol of a Zandalari troll, the other completely blank. More interested in the letter from his comrade and teammate, Jack was swift to pull the thick amount of papers from the pouch.

Eyes glanced over some of the images that were copied within the Troll's writing and sketches, different symbols in Zandalari versus another Troll language, Jack could only stare fascinated.

"Sukkul you beautiful, beautiful troll..." He murmured to himself in a pleased manner at all of the information he was handed. He shuffled through the papers until he came to a very formal letter, more so the report written with such detail. Jack moved to sit himself down on a bench, letting the papers rest in his lap to read.

January 11, 2015

Command Order: 1098B-2 Issued by: Jackary Chaoti Rank: Guardian Status: Complete Objective: Take assigned team into Atal'Hakkar and recover drawings, translations, any type of information and tablet sketches of all items of importance found within the Temple pertaining to dragons or "Greenblades".

Assigned Team:

Rel'ja [Hunter][Jungle Troll][M] - Companion, Emerald Raptor [SAN], Assist. Z [Rogue][Forsaken][M] - Investigations, Lookout, Scout. Sebias [Mage][Forsaken][M] - Language Knowledge, Script, Chemist. Andriel Chaoti [Warlock][Sin'dorei][F] - Script, Magic, Spells. Faeron [Rogue][??][M] - Investigations, Lookout, Scout. Sukkul Flamedancer [Druid][Zandalari Troll][M] - Translation, Script. Broder [Warlock][Black Dragonflight][M] - Script, Assist.

Assigned team gathered within Silvermoon City at the steps of Sunfury Spire, some names that were on the list to come with never showed, team decided to not wait any longer. [SEBIAS] created a portal for transportation to Stonard.

After equipment check and briefing on the mission,, the team arrived at the entry to [ATAL'HAKKAR], now known as the [SUNKEN TEMPLE]. Greeted by [ITHARIUS] at the entry, the team descended. Entry hall was flooded, assured equipment would stay dry in enchanted containers and proceeded to submerge. Noted that water was murky and cold by many.

Surfacing, the initial room had fresh flesh and bones on the alters, a sign that there is life in the locked away Temple. After drying important equipment, team pressed on through the first narrow corridor.

Next room littered with bones, three Corrupt [GREEN] Dragonkin stood on guard. Order issued by [SUKKUL] to terminate, reasoning: No dragon deserves such cruel fate. Status: Executed.

Continued deeper into the catacombs, scouts moved ahead. Discovered a sacrificial room with a troll working. Order issued by [ALL] to terminate, reasoning: Potential knowledge, harm to dragons. Status: Executed.

Room contained eight [8] adolescent [GREEN] drakes, all bled dry. Fresh, scales still warm. Other corpses included three [3] Trolls, two [2] serpents and several other indistinguishable bones. [ANDRIEL] and [SEBIAS] obtained information and sketches regarding bones and items on the walls and table.

Confirmed, none of these dragons were [JACKARY CHAOTI].

[Z] noted the room "smelled of magic, necromatic, Warlock".

Continued further, next corridor contained five [5] tablets of ancient Troll script, two [2] recently touched. Dust removed. [ANDRIEL] and [SEBIAS] obtained exact etchings of all. Voodoo mask noticed on wall, scouts went ahead. Return with report of [EGGS] of serpent nature, suggested [GREEN] Dragonflight.

Investigated, discovered that corridor guarded with mummified [ATAL'LI TROLLS]. Further investigation revealed a Hatchery guarded by giant [SNAKES], Cobras, spitters. Room contains at least fifty [50] Dragon eggs, all dark and appear corrupt. One [TROLL] in the center of the Hatchery.

Hatchery Troll Status: [ALIVE], reason: Uncertain his relation to surrounding clutches, [ALL] agreed to inform the Dragons and allow them to decide the fate of the eggs and the Troll.

Final corridor concluded to be a worshiping altar, [ATAL'LI] still in the room. Found two [2] LARGE Troll scripture tablets, one with dried [BLOOD] and an [UNKNOWN CORROSIVE ESSENCE], later to be concluded as [DRACONIC ACID].

All indications of previous team entering are confirmed.

[JACKARY CHAOTI]'s blood confirmed.

Subject settled to understanding [JACKARY] suffered severe hallucinations and corruption, physical evidence of a struggle apparent. [FAERON] became unresponsive upon questioning.

[ANDRIEL] obtained a copy of the tablet where [BLOOD] and [ACID] were located after [SEBIAS] cleansed it. Raptor companion [SAN] hovered in front of a lost tablet, conclusions are that the tablet had the same scent the Raptor was asked previously to obtain from the room with the [DEAD DRAGONS]. Obtained tablet information, backtracked to the flooded entry.

[REL'JA] noted seeing images while swimming into the entry. After assuring safety of equipment, team dove to examine underwater ruins. Shattered pillar in the center of the room, four identical symbols of what appears to be a [SUN] either [RISING] or [SETTING] into waves of [WATER]. Team speculated that they are signs of the rebirth of [HAKKAR].

Jack frowned to himself as he continued to look through the words, flipping the basic report of events to reveal the Troll's handwriting on another stack of papers. He sighed and leaned back against the bench, getting comfortable.

Jackary,

Within this envelope, I have gathered information for you concerning your recent request. I have taken the time to give you paperwork on the differences of tribes and their writing styles in hopes that it may help you. Consider it that stone thing you once told me about with all of the different languages.

The team you requests did well, although I fear we were missing at least one member, but we did not wish to wait any longer. I am aware that Andriel and Sebias are likely looking over the notes they obtained before they give you a copy, thus this folder is only of what I was able to pull from the excursion.

You were correct in the sacrificing of Emerald Dragons within the tombs, however if what you say is true in that there were seven when you first went there... We found eight, fresh. Either seven of those have been bleeding since last week, or they've obtained a new amount and a new man to slay them.. However, there were mummified corpses walking around down there, the voodoo of that place is not something to be toyed with.

I want to note something about the final tablet we found and tried to read. I am unsure if you are aware of your Lore on Azeroth, hopefully far better than our Leader's is, but it was Ysera that stopped the Gurubashi Priests (later known as the Atal'li) from using a strange type of blood magic to resurrect Hakkar. I can only assume the anger towards Green Dragons stems from her nearly crushing the entire temple.

The text on the final tablet spoke about whoever brings back Hakkar, will gain immortality. I want to throw an idea out at you that I want you to carefully consider when working with these other dragons in Azeroth. Their immortality was taken from them against their will at the single word of their Aspects. I know that many are likely not pleased with this. It would be wise to keep in mind that some dragons are corrupt enough to kill each other, as it's been seen in history... To sacrifice a few to regain their immortality would be nothing but a speck of dirt under a fingernail to them.

I should also mention that the team said the Rogue member "Z" was acting odd the whole time we were there. I do not know his personality, but it's something to watch out for. If he brought something back from the Temple, then there could be a severe problem on your hands.

Loki has requested that I stay near for the time being, he talked to me about your aggression lately with some other Chaoti. I hope everything is okay with you, I know you have always had a struggle with emotions and past relationships. However, I did see you with a cute little elf the other night. I apologize if I could not tell whether it was a boy or a girl though. I am sure they are lovely if you look at them that way.

Until paths cross,

-Sukkul Flamedancer

Jack rolled his eyes at a few moments in the letter, but the ending had caused his fangs to gently bite at his lower lip in a slight shy, but amused manner. The papers were set down then and the unmarked letter was lifted to be opened, however when he began to pull it out, a bout of yelling from across the exchange caught his attention and the letter was temporarily lost to him.