JACK
Jack's senses are ordinarily sharp for those around him, especially those on the approach, but as the ominously static hum fills the air, making his skin feel greasy and setting his teeth on edge, Maea might as well be in another region entirely. Ice cracks out across the table beneath the captain's hands, freezing his drink and the unwelcome little origami shark bobbing around in it. He's glancing sharply around for Vox even long after silence - true silence - falls again, until his blue eyes finally land on the Ancient at his table.
"Ain't company I invited," he half growls, abandoning his frozen drink and allowing a passing server to crack it off the table and take it away. "An' I remember, yeah. Hopped off your boat at the Castaway." He gestures for the seat opposite, clearly still too on edge and distracted for too much wit - or to tell her to keep walking, evidently. "Use it well." The moment, he means.
"Ain't company I invited," he half growls, abandoning his frozen drink and allowing a passing server to crack it off the table and take it away. "An' I remember, yeah. Hopped off your boat at the Castaway." He gestures for the seat opposite, clearly still too on edge and distracted for too much wit - or to tell her to keep walking, evidently. "Use it well." The moment, he means.
it's not your fault that you're always wrong
the weak ones are there to justify the strong
the weak ones are there to justify the strong
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
