JACK
"I guess so," Jack mutters, glancing briefly to the fine inky outline he can see on his own skin through the beams of moonlight, before his full concentration gives over to getting clean. "Yeah, it's a marked improvement. Wasn't expectin' it, honestly," he continues, his voice echoing back through the doors of the lighthouse as he takes himself off into the long grasses surrounding the Aumakua. Still, he's never going to complain about not having to be out of action for another few days - and he imagines Flora will be glad not to have to gather the pieces of him up to dump in his cabin.
Once clear of the shrine, the captain conjures fine streamers of water with his magic, letting them twist about his body and allowing him to grab it at his own discretion to clean himself off. It doesn't change the fact that he's dripping wet by the end of it, of course, but he feels a little more in control of things. By the time he returns to Flora, it's with a soft breeze starting to dry him off, and given the stickiness of the night, he doesn't mind it at all.
"Well," he says, "since I ain't a complete mess, let's go for a drink?" A strong one?
Once clear of the shrine, the captain conjures fine streamers of water with his magic, letting them twist about his body and allowing him to grab it at his own discretion to clean himself off. It doesn't change the fact that he's dripping wet by the end of it, of course, but he feels a little more in control of things. By the time he returns to Flora, it's with a soft breeze starting to dry him off, and given the stickiness of the night, he doesn't mind it at all.
"Well," he says, "since I ain't a complete mess, let's go for a drink?" A strong one?
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!
