JACK
Said telepathic captain is aware of each and every step (and misstep) Bassian takes in his dancing, just as he's aware of everything else going on at the masquerade. The crew have made themselves a small base of operations around some clustered tables near a stall selling marshmallows to toast over one of the cookfires; it's against one of these tables that Jack is perched now, having been getting merrily liquored up after his initial (albeit unexpected) greetings with a few others in attendance.
His magic dances along threads of thought, flushes of emotion and sparks of increasingly drunken revelry, and it often returns, like a ship left to ebb with the current, to the sun-dappled gardens of Flora's mind - no matter how many times Jack steers it away. As such, perhaps he's also more socially lubricated than he otherwise might be, and he raises an eyebrow as the woman he's been telepathically avoiding comes right up to stand (lean?) with him, bearing gifts.
"Hey," Jack rumbles in return, accepting the cup of cider without taking a sip - he doesn't much like the stuff, in truth, but he's been occupying himself with brandy and whisky aplenty already. "Depends. Define interestin'." The smirk that curls across his lips is pure mischief. Subtly, he gestures out into the crowd. "Your Ancient friend - the one with the crows - is 'bout three wrong looks away from startin' a fight, I reckon. A few other couples are gettin' close to the creepin' off into the woods part of the night. An' I think Ludo is around." Not that he could pin down a herald's thoughts unless they wanted him to.
"All in all, though, s'pretty tame compared to some of the recent events."
His magic dances along threads of thought, flushes of emotion and sparks of increasingly drunken revelry, and it often returns, like a ship left to ebb with the current, to the sun-dappled gardens of Flora's mind - no matter how many times Jack steers it away. As such, perhaps he's also more socially lubricated than he otherwise might be, and he raises an eyebrow as the woman he's been telepathically avoiding comes right up to stand (lean?) with him, bearing gifts.
"Hey," Jack rumbles in return, accepting the cup of cider without taking a sip - he doesn't much like the stuff, in truth, but he's been occupying himself with brandy and whisky aplenty already. "Depends. Define interestin'." The smirk that curls across his lips is pure mischief. Subtly, he gestures out into the crowd. "Your Ancient friend - the one with the crows - is 'bout three wrong looks away from startin' a fight, I reckon. A few other couples are gettin' close to the creepin' off into the woods part of the night. An' I think Ludo is around." Not that he could pin down a herald's thoughts unless they wanted him to.
"All in all, though, s'pretty tame compared to some of the recent events."
fight so dirty but you love so sweet
talk so pretty but your heart got teeth
talk so pretty but your heart got teeth
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
