JACK
see me falling
yeah, down and lonely
yeah, down and lonely
"You might crochet in your spare time," Jack slurs his defence as if any part of how Flora dresses suggests she crochets either. She steps back and it's a very thin line between staying balanced and I oop for the captain, and he finds himself clinging to the bar with his mostly unbloodied hand. "Not gods, a knife," he hisses, wincing at the shrill tone of her voice as if reminded of the headache he's still got (hooray).
He accepts shot and bottle while she scoots out to the back room, and the glass has been absolutely abandoned by the time she returns. "Uh," he says helpfully, having absolutely no idea. "Maybe both." So saying, he takes the bottle, fumbles with it twice, struggles to uncork it (all the blood), and after a painful few moments, succeeds in taking a drink. The rest he douses against the wound in his side, which he's glad to note is already closing up.
"Thank fuck." It's the lack of pain more than the healing injury that has him sagging against the bar, fingers still loosely reaching for the bottle of liquor. One might imagine something like I owe you one or you're a lifesaver in the wake of all of this, but give him a sec to catch his breath.
He accepts shot and bottle while she scoots out to the back room, and the glass has been absolutely abandoned by the time she returns. "Uh," he says helpfully, having absolutely no idea. "Maybe both." So saying, he takes the bottle, fumbles with it twice, struggles to uncork it (all the blood), and after a painful few moments, succeeds in taking a drink. The rest he douses against the wound in his side, which he's glad to note is already closing up.
"Thank fuck." It's the lack of pain more than the healing injury that has him sagging against the bar, fingers still loosely reaching for the bottle of liquor. One might imagine something like I owe you one or you're a lifesaver in the wake of all of this, but give him a sec to catch his breath.
are the angels on their way?
i’m in the dirt
i’m in the dirt
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.
