JACK
Overhead, not that Vesper likely notices or cares, a familiar ship glides down beneath the cloud cover, ruddy red sails full, her deck busy with tiny, animated figures to manage her descent. She pauses a few dozen feet above the island, a sharp whistle sounding from her bow before a rope tumbles and falls to whump against the bone-littered shoreline.
Having told the crew he won't be long, Jack's intention is to try his own luck against the stationary enemies littered along the island (as well as the more actively carnivorous ones). It's been a beat or two since he was last on Torchline's shores properly, and he wants to take every chance to enjoy it before things get claustrophobic. Not only that, but his tour of Caido has put a bit of a dampener on his focus on his magic, so it's about time he stopped fucking off about it.
Which is why he opts not to let himself be lowered with the rope, or to clamber down a ladder, but to try a quicker if not more unorthodox descent. With a gloved hand clutching the rope and a concentrated shell of ice covering it, Jack slides down from The Ark's railing, coat flaring out, picking up quite considerable speed.
Using his air magic to slow his fall (for lack of better word) and tapering off the ice some ten feet from the ground, he lands hard enough to send spurs of bone and sand up around his boots, but is otherwise unharmed.
Having told the crew he won't be long, Jack's intention is to try his own luck against the stationary enemies littered along the island (as well as the more actively carnivorous ones). It's been a beat or two since he was last on Torchline's shores properly, and he wants to take every chance to enjoy it before things get claustrophobic. Not only that, but his tour of Caido has put a bit of a dampener on his focus on his magic, so it's about time he stopped fucking off about it.
Which is why he opts not to let himself be lowered with the rope, or to clamber down a ladder, but to try a quicker if not more unorthodox descent. With a gloved hand clutching the rope and a concentrated shell of ice covering it, Jack slides down from The Ark's railing, coat flaring out, picking up quite considerable speed.
Using his air magic to slow his fall (for lack of better word) and tapering off the ice some ten feet from the ground, he lands hard enough to send spurs of bone and sand up around his boots, but is otherwise unharmed.
no more than I was or than I want to be
when you fall on me like night, I wanna kill the lights
when you fall on me like night, I wanna kill the lights
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
