JACK
"Good. Should be a quick jaunt through the Fingers for you then, shouldn't it?" Jack says with a smile that's not as smug as it might have been before he'd been socked in the face by the shadowmancer strolling beside him. Will Vesper perhaps run into his dear old dad down in the tunnels when he decides to go prowling in there in the dark? Maybe. Time will tell.
At present, granted, the only thing it's telling Jack is that he'd quite like to not feel as though he'd been dragged into a brawl very recently, and as the fountain comes into view, his shoulders relax ever so slightly even as a laugh rumbles up in his chest. "More like a trainin' dummy than a chalkboard. I ain't much for theoretical practice," he says. It's a lie - Jack lives in the theoretical as a telepath, turning things over in his mind as many times as it takes before he commits to an action he knows will succeed, and Vesper will know as much by experience.
Still, it's what boxers say, right?
Trailing Vesper across to the fountain and perching on the lip of it, he lets his abused hands dip into the softly rippling surface, immediately feeling skin knit back together and tender muscles grow supple and freely moving once again. Letting out a soft sigh and cupping the water to splash his face, leaving his long hair softly bejewelled by the droplets, he hums his agreement.
"Take some with you," he recommends, nodding to a small crate of empty jugs and containers left out for just that purpose. "You'll only realise you've missed somethin' when you're too far away to come back."
At present, granted, the only thing it's telling Jack is that he'd quite like to not feel as though he'd been dragged into a brawl very recently, and as the fountain comes into view, his shoulders relax ever so slightly even as a laugh rumbles up in his chest. "More like a trainin' dummy than a chalkboard. I ain't much for theoretical practice," he says. It's a lie - Jack lives in the theoretical as a telepath, turning things over in his mind as many times as it takes before he commits to an action he knows will succeed, and Vesper will know as much by experience.
Still, it's what boxers say, right?
Trailing Vesper across to the fountain and perching on the lip of it, he lets his abused hands dip into the softly rippling surface, immediately feeling skin knit back together and tender muscles grow supple and freely moving once again. Letting out a soft sigh and cupping the water to splash his face, leaving his long hair softly bejewelled by the droplets, he hums his agreement.
"Take some with you," he recommends, nodding to a small crate of empty jugs and containers left out for just that purpose. "You'll only realise you've missed somethin' when you're too far away to come back."
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
