JACK
hellraiser
risk taker
risk taker
Tal is daft and Jack is mean and he assumed this was all in the name of amusement, hence his appearance at the bar to begin with. But - and, alas, ain't it always the way with fucking magic - Melita's cactus-like thoughts prickle across his telepathy like he's the one who's been stabbed (and don't write it off just yet, it might still happen). Wincing at the pain behind his eye that the onslaught of thought and feeling causes, Jack shoots back the rest of his whiskey and sets his glass down.
"Aye, mayhap I misread her intentions," he rumbles, gesturing at the knife on display. "Reckon that says everythin' it needs to, though." Glancing sidelong at the Honeybee and slouching back in his chair, Jack's aura of chill is just as sharp as Mel's blade. "No need to bloody Flora's floor now, is there?" He raises his eyebrows.
"Aye, mayhap I misread her intentions," he rumbles, gesturing at the knife on display. "Reckon that says everythin' it needs to, though." Glancing sidelong at the Honeybee and slouching back in his chair, Jack's aura of chill is just as sharp as Mel's blade. "No need to bloody Flora's floor now, is there?" He raises his eyebrows.
full speed ahead
'til i'm dead
'til i'm dead
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
