JACK
Jack's head snaps up at the sound of a voice, and if his telepathy had a visual element, Vesper would undoubtedly see it glimmering around him like the glass web of some waiting spider. He relaxes, though, to see that it's at least a familiar shape whose mind he can't read, and he releases the rope and kicks a bit of bone away to step out from the small indentation he's made in the ground. "I'm workin' on my entrances," he drawls, brushing dust and sand from his pants and coat and drawing to a halt before the boy.
"Not lookin' in particular this time, no. I used to think this'd be a good place to hide shit before movin' it into Torchline proper, but the cargo had a tendency to get chewed up. Can't imagine why," he says, glancing around Vesper at the still writhing vines that seem quite upset to have lost their prey.
Tugging off the ice-rimed glove he'd been using to tuck it into his back pocket, he nods towards the large ribcage he'd used as a perch. "Playin' hide and seek with the plants?"
"Not lookin' in particular this time, no. I used to think this'd be a good place to hide shit before movin' it into Torchline proper, but the cargo had a tendency to get chewed up. Can't imagine why," he says, glancing around Vesper at the still writhing vines that seem quite upset to have lost their prey.
Tugging off the ice-rimed glove he'd been using to tuck it into his back pocket, he nods towards the large ribcage he'd used as a perch. "Playin' hide and seek with the plants?"
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
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