JACK
Jack doesn't take kindly to being given orders, not usually, but since he's the one who walked into this venture, he takes a why the fuck not sort of approach. Which is all to say that he does, indeed, keep up the air manipulation around them. Humming softly at her remark, the captain splits off where indicated, blue eyes flicking over the remainder of the herd. In terms of a distraction, he's close enough that he might be able to do something, and with a pulse of willpower, he acts.
The ice that crackles around the herd isn't much, not when the heat of Torchline will melt it back to water soon enough, but it's present and it's visible and it's loud enough for several ramphire to whip their heads around at the noise. Jack has paused, however - keeping the various strings of magic engaged requires concentration, and moving forward has momentarily escaped his focus.
The ice that crackles around the herd isn't much, not when the heat of Torchline will melt it back to water soon enough, but it's present and it's visible and it's loud enough for several ramphire to whip their heads around at the noise. Jack has paused, however - keeping the various strings of magic engaged requires concentration, and moving forward has momentarily escaped his focus.
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!
