JACK
Unable to help it, Jack's smile takes on a very sly and satisfied edge, and he gazes over his shoulder to look at Flora properly. "You're a lot cleverer than anyone gives you credit," he tells her quietly - because even without telepathy, he can sense the train of her thoughts and where he thinks the end of them might lead. "Why directly oppose Dahlia if lettin' her get on with her plans in peace keeps you alive, right?" Oh, it's absolutely not the most noble outcome, and nor is it one Jack suspects Torchline's do-gooders will ever go for.
But it is the smartest course of action.
As for the Peepholes and what made them, the captain shrugs and bats at the thick and overhanging vines to get down towards the holes themselves. "Some of 'em are filled with water. They head straight to the Mistbanks. Heard there was a big basilisk in one before the war, too," he says. "People just tend to hide things in 'em, though. There are weird stories about that, too." Not that Jack is all that interested - he just wants what he came for.
Which - lo and behold - there it is; a non-descript package nestled against one of the entrances to the holes, an elegant J scrawled on the paper.
It's a shame, then, that as the good captain reaches for it, some of the surrounding vines take offence. Some of the more void-touched ones. And given that Jack can't read the thoughts of weird and sentient plants, as a nether vine snakes around his neck and yanks upwards, there's shit all he can do about it.
But it is the smartest course of action.
As for the Peepholes and what made them, the captain shrugs and bats at the thick and overhanging vines to get down towards the holes themselves. "Some of 'em are filled with water. They head straight to the Mistbanks. Heard there was a big basilisk in one before the war, too," he says. "People just tend to hide things in 'em, though. There are weird stories about that, too." Not that Jack is all that interested - he just wants what he came for.
Which - lo and behold - there it is; a non-descript package nestled against one of the entrances to the holes, an elegant J scrawled on the paper.
It's a shame, then, that as the good captain reaches for it, some of the surrounding vines take offence. Some of the more void-touched ones. And given that Jack can't read the thoughts of weird and sentient plants, as a nether vine snakes around his neck and yanks upwards, there's shit all he can do about it.
you wanted perfect, you got your perfect
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
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.
