there exists a tipping point between gods and monsters
Wanting to take several steps backward in the conversation, alas Flora has already moved on from lesbian tugboat queens to live in ex-boyfriends who also used to be foxes, the captain left blinking slowly at the Doubletake's heels. "No shit," he says of it being fucked up, Jack letting out a long sigh and laughing under his breath. He might have had a few follow up questions - ones that would undoubtedly make Flora cringe and ew and whatnot - were it not for the ominous noises in the forest around them.
"Not from 50ft away," he mutters of it being him, Jack's voice dropping to just above a whisper as he becomes hyper-aware of the world around them. Not bothering to dignify Flora's big foxes theory with a response, the fact that he can't hear any wildlife any more is his second indication that something is wrong. The subtle changes in airflow around them now - that's Jack this time, the captain trying to alter the currents to bend the wind and let them hear things a little easier. His telepathy is razor sharp, too, in case of any human threats that come into range.
"Not from 50ft away," he mutters of it being him, Jack's voice dropping to just above a whisper as he becomes hyper-aware of the world around them. Not bothering to dignify Flora's big foxes theory with a response, the fact that he can't hear any wildlife any more is his second indication that something is wrong. The subtle changes in airflow around them now - that's Jack this time, the captain trying to alter the currents to bend the wind and let them hear things a little easier. His telepathy is razor sharp, too, in case of any human threats that come into range.
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
