JACK
Jack offers a quiet nod, reaching again into his coat to withdraw a neatly folded bit of parchment, handing it off to Vesper with the ease of a shopping list. Within, he'll find not only the names of individuals, but the names of their businesses, the nature of the real work that goes on behind those fronts, and any potential conflicts with others on the list that might be ripe for taking advantage of. Neat, meticulous, detached.
Safrin's crystal castle glimmers beneath her night sky, Jack whipping up a gentle breeze to neaten up the more crude lines of his earth magic, until it's as though the creation has grown organically from the ground without any arcane interference. He's got no doubt the goddess might have had something like this commissioned for her at full scale at one point in the past; alas, his small tribute will have to do.
"No," Jack agrees, gazing over his shoulder at Haulani in the distance, the silhouettes of the palms, the flickering torchlight, the smell of salt and sweetness on the wind. "It won't."
Rolling his shoulders and tearing his gaze away from it, he glances back to the young demigod. "Castaway," he repeats, "Or the skies above the Boondocks. At least until Deepfrost is out." In case he's needed, though for what that might be, he doesn't know. What he could possibly be good for now is a mystery in itself. "You'll let the girls know?"
Safrin's crystal castle glimmers beneath her night sky, Jack whipping up a gentle breeze to neaten up the more crude lines of his earth magic, until it's as though the creation has grown organically from the ground without any arcane interference. He's got no doubt the goddess might have had something like this commissioned for her at full scale at one point in the past; alas, his small tribute will have to do.
"No," Jack agrees, gazing over his shoulder at Haulani in the distance, the silhouettes of the palms, the flickering torchlight, the smell of salt and sweetness on the wind. "It won't."
Rolling his shoulders and tearing his gaze away from it, he glances back to the young demigod. "Castaway," he repeats, "Or the skies above the Boondocks. At least until Deepfrost is out." In case he's needed, though for what that might be, he doesn't know. What he could possibly be good for now is a mystery in itself. "You'll let the girls know?"
romancing yourself is possible, narcissistic
and recommended
and recommended
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
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