there exists a tipping point between gods and monsters
Giving little more than a knowing smirk to feel Flora's fingers pulse against him, Jack takes her lead and heads off the beaten path away from the will-o-voids bobbing and weaving (and presumably conniving) ahead of them. "Fuck are they?" he hisses under his breath; the captain, of course, is not from the land of whimsical lights and sentient forests, and these look like the firebugs in the Oerwoud but... more than.
Scowling as their attempts to avoid the persistent purple lights come to nothing, he's about to send them straight to oblivion with a crackle of lightning when Flora mentions Vox and, even without her mental imagery, he's turning to walk them directly back through the woods to the estuary. "You might've mentioned that a bit earlier," he hisses. "Are you alright?"
Scowling as their attempts to avoid the persistent purple lights come to nothing, he's about to send them straight to oblivion with a crackle of lightning when Flora mentions Vox and, even without her mental imagery, he's turning to walk them directly back through the woods to the estuary. "You might've mentioned that a bit earlier," he hisses. "Are you alright?"
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
