JACK
Like a shark drawn to a singular drop of blood in the water, the moment Vesper hitches up his shirt enough to show a yellowing bruise that doesn't appear as if it was very recently obtained, Jack's head cocks to the side. His expression remains quietly neutral, perhaps a little curious, but small, thin panes of ice have started to form on the surface of the fountain, and he raises his eyebrows towards the demigod. "Already takin' lessons from someone else?" he asks softly.
He doesn't ask what it's from, or if it's from a who rather than a what. Even without direct telepathy - even without Vesper necessarily wanting him to do anything about it - if it so happens that the injury has been caused by someone taking cheap shots, they'll find themselves unceremoniously afloat in the Arclight before long. Face down. Permanently.
"I've been known to have good ideas," he quips as he watches the bruising slowly begin to fade away, focusing on that rather than the clear, pure water that fills the bottles in Vesper's hand. "Speakin' of, that ain't a bad one either. Shame it'll never happen." Not before everywhere is protected from tHe FaMiLY, probably.
He doesn't ask what it's from, or if it's from a who rather than a what. Even without direct telepathy - even without Vesper necessarily wanting him to do anything about it - if it so happens that the injury has been caused by someone taking cheap shots, they'll find themselves unceremoniously afloat in the Arclight before long. Face down. Permanently.
"I've been known to have good ideas," he quips as he watches the bruising slowly begin to fade away, focusing on that rather than the clear, pure water that fills the bottles in Vesper's hand. "Speakin' of, that ain't a bad one either. Shame it'll never happen." Not before everywhere is protected from tHe FaMiLY, probably.
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
