JACK
Grunting in response to the unexpected politeness that comes along with Melita's confirmation, Jack moves to the railing to inspect both Spire and lightning storms more fully. "So long as nothin' comes outta there and makes life difficult for us," he adds. With their luck, Mel would fire a cannon and actually hit something for once, and a swarm of ex-Voice-mutant-things would attack them.
As for the distant forks of electricity, his brows furrow at her explanation, and he hums something that's neither agreement nor disagreement. "Either way, we better go 'round 'em," he grumbles, calling out a few orders so the Ark adjusts her trajectory; as she goes, Jack takes the liberty of looking straight down.
"You had me thinkin' this place was gonna be an abandoned ruin," he confesses. "S'just fields an' farmland, so far." Nothing remotely Voicey, Spire aside.
As for the distant forks of electricity, his brows furrow at her explanation, and he hums something that's neither agreement nor disagreement. "Either way, we better go 'round 'em," he grumbles, calling out a few orders so the Ark adjusts her trajectory; as she goes, Jack takes the liberty of looking straight down.
"You had me thinkin' this place was gonna be an abandoned ruin," he confesses. "S'just fields an' farmland, so far." Nothing remotely Voicey, Spire aside.
believer, believe it or not you'll know
when it ends and how it goes
when it ends and how it goes
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