JACK
hellraiser
risk taker
risk taker
Subtly dodging out of the way of any flying pumpkin guts, Jack has pulled his water magic back from the doused fires and is using it to wash his own hands clean when he glances up - just as Vesper speaks, conveniently enough. Raising his eyebrow towards Nova and shrugging, he nods easily enough and manipulates the water back into softly flowing ribbons.
"Might be a bit cold," he warns the tide jaguar - letting the twists of water gather above her head before scattering in a gentle shower, one that Jack is able to keep up for as long as Nova needs until she's satisfied that she's clean. And if it helps to wash away some of the vines and weeds they've yanked off the Stargate at the same time? Fuckin' hooray.
Jack does as he's asked!
"Might be a bit cold," he warns the tide jaguar - letting the twists of water gather above her head before scattering in a gentle shower, one that Jack is able to keep up for as long as Nova needs until she's satisfied that she's clean. And if it helps to wash away some of the vines and weeds they've yanked off the Stargate at the same time? Fuckin' hooray.
Jack does as he's asked!
full speed ahead
'til i'm dead
'til i'm dead
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
