JACK
Nodding back at Hadama politely enough - they all know why they are here, and the captain can appreciate the way the mermanta dives right into it without wasting time. Placing a small sprig of peppermint bark between his teeth to chew on as he listens and considers, he does wonder whether the conversation is a little redundant, given how obvious the answer. Still, democracy and all that, he supposes.
"You both hold the keys to Torchline, metaphorically speakin'," he says, his voice carrying loud enough as he glances between Hadama and Flora. "Makes most sense for you to have the activation for this thing, right? Unless you don't plan on bein' around when trouble hits." A joke, and a dark one, but such is Jack Barclay.
"You both hold the keys to Torchline, metaphorically speakin'," he says, his voice carrying loud enough as he glances between Hadama and Flora. "Makes most sense for you to have the activation for this thing, right? Unless you don't plan on bein' around when trouble hits." A joke, and a dark one, but such is Jack Barclay.
you're the last of a dying breed; write our names in the wet concrete
I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me
I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me
Code stolen from Queen Sky
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
