[SE] the poetry of the earth

JACK

"Mm, I'm tempted to agree with you . It's twice you've run into me, after all," Jack agrees, though he's still very much preoccupied with the void vipers and the hedgerows seemingly taking it upon themselves to eat the threat. "...I dunno," he admits. "Maybe? I ain't ever had earth magic, but I wasn't feelin' right, which is why I came out here..."

Theea draws closer and another viper strikes, but Jack doesn't have to so much as wiggle his fingers in his pockets before it's dispatched. He raises an eyebrow, impressed. "You didn't mention those skills when you wanted to be an oddbody on my ship," he says, taking a step to the right only to find himself suddenly pulled downward.

With a silent snarl on his lips, he glares toward the quicksand moss and, almost as if by fate, if he hadn't been sure about the new magic then, he fucking will be now. Reaching into some untouched part of himself, with fingers of will, he parts the creature's hold on him and rakes the earth back, protesting, to free his leg. "What the fuck is wrong with this place," he complains, brushing off his pant leg and raising a brow at Theea to see if she's encountered any more bullshit.

when I look at something, I see it for what it could be
when I look at something, I see how it ends

Code stolen from Queen Sky