JACK
"Nasty at any time of year, in my experience," Jack rumbles in response, though he's not about to tell the man he's wrong. "S'pose it could be worse. Could be them fuckin' gourds again." While the Minions set up whatever they're going to set up (and it looks like there's a couple of Abandoned between them, because there's some Creationing happening), Jack and his crew close the distance to reach Morgen. Granted, it's made a little more difficult by the unicorn deciding to nope out, but whatever.
Grunting and nodding at his crew at as Morgen makes his request, one of them wastes little time in producing a rag that looks like it's sweatstained and smells worse, but what the fuck do you expect on a ship? "Can't be more'n thirty feet from a bar, a brothel an' their other fuckin' luxuries," he figures, referring to the rich cunts and their stupid decisions. "Weirdest gig I ever got either way. Paid good, at least."
Grunting and nodding at his crew at as Morgen makes his request, one of them wastes little time in producing a rag that looks like it's sweatstained and smells worse, but what the fuck do you expect on a ship? "Can't be more'n thirty feet from a bar, a brothel an' their other fuckin' luxuries," he figures, referring to the rich cunts and their stupid decisions. "Weirdest gig I ever got either way. Paid good, at least."
believer, believe it or not you'll know
when it ends and how it goes
when it ends and how it goes
Jack being an Abandoned is common knowledge these days, however his Telepathy remains a well-kept secret:
Magic: Passive Telepathy | The user can read the surface thoughts and emotions of those within a 30ft radius. Control is excellent. Note: "Thoughts and emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
Type: Grey | Rank: Mastered
Also branded with a small star tattoo beneath his left eye.
