JACK
Jack is actually busy making sure the geyser hasn't put out his cigarette when she steps close enough to trigger the range of his magic, and the captain glances up sharply to watch her movements. Wilder than the landscape and just as dangerous given the chance, hers is a mind he doesn't often get to peruse. Rolling his shoulders as if her presence is a veil that has suddenly dropped upon him, he takes another drag from the cigarette.
"Okay," he says lazily. "Why the fuck not?" Has Jack ever, in his life, hunted anything on land? No, absolutely not. But how hard could it be, right? Dropping down from his vantage point on the flattened stones, he puts himself level with Chaele and begins to close the distance between them. "You ain't from Torchline." It's not a question.
"Okay," he says lazily. "Why the fuck not?" Has Jack ever, in his life, hunted anything on land? No, absolutely not. But how hard could it be, right? Dropping down from his vantage point on the flattened stones, he puts himself level with Chaele and begins to close the distance between them. "You ain't from Torchline." It's not a question.
you wanted perfect, you got your perfect
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
