JACK
Jack doesn't take long to get his map, thankfully, but it's a sorry looking thing compared to the calibre he's used to, and it's with a soft snort that he draws back up beside Mel, a cigarette between his lips and Seven wending annoyingly between his legs. "Look at this shit," he grunts, lowering the scroll enough for her to see.
There are shapes, certainly, and weird hatch marks that he's been told are bridges connecting said shapes, but the only details are the odd series of markings labelled Labyrinth and the largest land mass, called the Inner Quarter. Honestly, he's gotten more info from Mel's thoughts, and given that she hasn't been here for years, that's not a good start.
"You reckon you could give a tour of this shithole?" he wonders, raising an eyebrow down at her.
There are shapes, certainly, and weird hatch marks that he's been told are bridges connecting said shapes, but the only details are the odd series of markings labelled Labyrinth and the largest land mass, called the Inner Quarter. Honestly, he's gotten more info from Mel's thoughts, and given that she hasn't been here for years, that's not a good start.
"You reckon you could give a tour of this shithole?" he wonders, raising an eyebrow down at her.
believer, believe it or not you'll know
when it ends and how it goes
when it ends and how it goes
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
