JACK
Jack quite likes that description of himself; he imagines that Seven would appreciate it as well if he hadn't left her lounging on the deck of the Ark back in Kaiholo. Cats will be cats, after all. Bouncing his eyebrows in acceptance of her response - Torchline is definitely a more pleasant place to spend the coldest season, or so he has heard - Jack turns his attention to the sudden hunting mission he's been invited on.
Following her finger, Jack nods at the ramphire she's got her eye on, reaching down to take the knife from his boot. "A few. I've got some other tricks, too," he murmurs, raising a free hand in a come hither sort of gesture. At his influence, a refreshing breeze picks up and blows over them, directing their scent down and away from the herd. "Will that work?"
Following her finger, Jack nods at the ramphire she's got her eye on, reaching down to take the knife from his boot. "A few. I've got some other tricks, too," he murmurs, raising a free hand in a come hither sort of gesture. At his influence, a refreshing breeze picks up and blows over them, directing their scent down and away from the herd. "Will that work?"
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!
