JACK
"Appreciated," the captain drawls, and though he's hardly steady on his feet, at least his fingers know where to go and what to do when it comes to rifling through his desk for drugs. And it's true that whilst Dreamdust as they all know it is usually powder, what Jack withdraws is more like a vial and a dropper, though he absolutely discards the latter to knock back the refined Dreamdust in one. Like she said, it probably won't kill him. And if it does, it does.
"Jus' don't touch the globe or the maps," he mutters, clearly in response to Flora's thoughts about the abundance of everything in his cabin. With enough clutter and glittering trinkets to put Howl's room to shame, things very well might have changed since her last visit. Jack's in no position to tell her.
Kicking off his boots with a small amount of effort, the captain is already slouching back into his bed with his broken wrist cradled close to his chest. "If I'm not better, there's fountain water in the top drawer. Make me drink it. Take the knife outta my boot an' the letter opener off the desk. Check there's nothin' else sharp leftover, or I'll try'n use it. Lock the door when you leave." The instructions are tragically practiced, not that Jack has ever had to give them to anyone else before. "If you don't hear from me within a day, I'm prob'ly dead."
"Jus' don't touch the globe or the maps," he mutters, clearly in response to Flora's thoughts about the abundance of everything in his cabin. With enough clutter and glittering trinkets to put Howl's room to shame, things very well might have changed since her last visit. Jack's in no position to tell her.
Kicking off his boots with a small amount of effort, the captain is already slouching back into his bed with his broken wrist cradled close to his chest. "If I'm not better, there's fountain water in the top drawer. Make me drink it. Take the knife outta my boot an' the letter opener off the desk. Check there's nothin' else sharp leftover, or I'll try'n use it. Lock the door when you leave." The instructions are tragically practiced, not that Jack has ever had to give them to anyone else before. "If you don't hear from me within a day, I'm prob'ly dead."
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.
