JACK
The Ark has been docked in the skyport in the Greatwood for a couple of days now, and whilst its captain has plenty of business to conduct within the recently-void cleansed forest, there's another reason to stay put. Granted, he doesn't know quite when to expect the respective leaders of Torchline and Halo, but he'd said he'd be here, and so he will. Stepping back onto the deck under a veil of light made golden in the morning mist, Jack makes his brief checks before excusing himself to his cabin.
He gives notice to those on watch that, when Deimos and Hadama do arrive, for them to be shown directly to that same space. Within, Jack will be at his desk already, scribbling some note or another in the ship's ledger, a sprig of peppermint bark between his teeth. It's warm enough in Flowerbirth for him to have discarded any semblance of a sweater, though he's left his hair loose around his shoulders today, looking the picture of a swashbuckler hard at work.
He gives notice to those on watch that, when Deimos and Hadama do arrive, for them to be shown directly to that same space. Within, Jack will be at his desk already, scribbling some note or another in the ship's ledger, a sprig of peppermint bark between his teeth. It's warm enough in Flowerbirth for him to have discarded any semblance of a sweater, though he's left his hair loose around his shoulders today, looking the picture of a swashbuckler hard at work.
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
