JACK
"Mm," Jack agrees dryly with the weather, glancing sidelong at Flora as she ducks beneath the shade of the parasol to join him. "If it weren't for the heat it'd be perfect for sailin'." Another sip of his drink; another soft clink of ice in the glass. He doesn't react to the message she feeds him via his magic, far too experienced in the arena of shitfuckery to let it show on his face, but he does tilt his head a fraction as if to check on the Dad Corner.
"I like the odds," he remarks, almost under his breath, before turning promptly back to the proceedings, watching as more and more people flood in. Every additional civilian makes this an accident waiting to happen - a veritable powder keg, considering what Pierce can do - and so as Flora remarks on Vox and expands on her plan, the captain drains his glass and sets it down on a nearby table.
"I can feel the evils that Short, Dark and Crispy over there are shootin' you," he rumbles, nodding towards Kaisel. "That's my cue to leave." That and the imminent chaos about to unfold.
"I like the odds," he remarks, almost under his breath, before turning promptly back to the proceedings, watching as more and more people flood in. Every additional civilian makes this an accident waiting to happen - a veritable powder keg, considering what Pierce can do - and so as Flora remarks on Vox and expands on her plan, the captain drains his glass and sets it down on a nearby table.
"I can feel the evils that Short, Dark and Crispy over there are shootin' you," he rumbles, nodding towards Kaisel. "That's my cue to leave." That and the imminent chaos about to unfold.
you're the last of a dying breed; write our names in the wet concrete
I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me
I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me
Code stolen from Queen Sky
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
