JACK
Jack's eyes narrow like shards of blue ice in the water, his grip on the knife growing imperceptibly tighter. "Nah," he rumbles. "I don't need no help at all. An' they're very shiny, yeah." Except the crabs - obviously. "Found 'em on the bottom of the ocean. Too bad someone else didn't get there first." Thoughts spark and flicker across his telepathy, and though Jack doesn't detect any inherently violent thoughts in the Mer, that doesn't mean that things won't take a turn.
"Actually," he says, hauling himself out of the water properly, "that's exactly what I was expectin' to do. Why - there a problem?" Tilting his head, he waits for the Mer to make the next move. There can be a fight about it. Or a discussion. The choice is his.
"Actually," he says, hauling himself out of the water properly, "that's exactly what I was expectin' to do. Why - there a problem?" Tilting his head, he waits for the Mer to make the next move. There can be a fight about it. Or a discussion. The choice is his.
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
