JACK
"You call me away from preparations to sail for... rocks, Governor?" Jack doesn't sound impressed, but neither does he sound as irked as he might have done even a season before. "Governor," echoes Seven, the Sear Cat wrapped about the captain's shoulders like a velvet black scarf, yellow eyes pinned on Sunjata. Jack is smoking as well, wreathed in grey as he falls to a halt in the sand, keen eyes picking out the preparations that have been set up all along the beach.
Absently, he reaches up to scritch his feline under the chin, but if anyone sees or asks about it, he'll deny it. Fucking cats. "I s'pose I'm ready as well, since you've roped a lot of my crew in anyways." He raises his eyebrows across at the Flood, a silent question in his expression. Tired - he reads it on the Governor even without telepathy.
Absently, he reaches up to scritch his feline under the chin, but if anyone sees or asks about it, he'll deny it. Fucking cats. "I s'pose I'm ready as well, since you've roped a lot of my crew in anyways." He raises his eyebrows across at the Flood, a silent question in his expression. Tired - he reads it on the Governor even without telepathy.
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!
