[Training] there's coke in the midas touch

JACK

"Well won't that make a pleasant change?" Jack drawls, raising his eyebrows in mild surprise. How bad do things have to be for people to be agreeing with him, he wonders? "Thanks for the heads up, either way. It'll be a headspin just landin' again, so the sooner I get on top of the latest info, the better." Because that's the real key to handling Torchline, as Vesper will well know at this point, given how long he's been on the islands and how their skillets align.

Scoffing and turning to continue the boy's education, he doesn't need that particular skillset to realise he's managed to nip at Vesper a bit, and if he does turn down the temper on his magic a bit as a result, Jack will never tell. "You also said you'd never get better at dodgin' by standin' still," he points out.

Nevertheless, uncoiling the air and lightning from the power at his fingertips, he at least gives Vesper what he's asked for this time. From the ground and the sky, lances of ice shove their way forth like a pair of jagged jaws trying to bite down on any part of the demigod they can reach, the captain striding forward to keep up the range.

no more than I was or than I want to be
when you fall on me like night, I wanna kill the lights

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!