JACK
"Mm, maybe I'll arrange one to show you the ropes," Jack says, scoffing under his breath and working the cork from the bottle with a soft pop! He lifts the rum to his nose and inhales softly, immediately hit with the scent of molasses, a touch of vanilla and a hint of smokiness. Impressed, he takes a sip and hands it across to Vesper, the liquor already burning down his throat and spreading warm fingers through his chest.
Raising his eyebrows to hear about Nova's new magic - though he really ought not to have been surprised - the captain walks in a slow stroll about the space, his footsteps echoing quietly on the boards. "Could use the place to hold business meetin's too, dependin' on the port and the occasion," he says quietly. There's always something subtly powerful about a decision made on one's home turf, and Jack can more than appreciate as much.
The mention of Flora, even by title, is no longer enough to have things catching spontaneously on fire, but if the temperature literally drops a degree or two, Jack isn't going to apologise for it. "Oh really? Guess that just means you can stroll back in an' outta Torchline as you please," he says. "Wonder if it looks like you were chased away, though, if this was a publicity stunt at the bar your sister owned."
Reaching silently for the bottle again, assuming Vesper has had a sip of the liquor, Jack tilts his head towards the young demigod. "Whose feathers?" he wonders. "An' does that go for just you? The Exchange has plenty of places the girls could set themselves up." A boutique for Nova, for instance.
Raising his eyebrows to hear about Nova's new magic - though he really ought not to have been surprised - the captain walks in a slow stroll about the space, his footsteps echoing quietly on the boards. "Could use the place to hold business meetin's too, dependin' on the port and the occasion," he says quietly. There's always something subtly powerful about a decision made on one's home turf, and Jack can more than appreciate as much.
The mention of Flora, even by title, is no longer enough to have things catching spontaneously on fire, but if the temperature literally drops a degree or two, Jack isn't going to apologise for it. "Oh really? Guess that just means you can stroll back in an' outta Torchline as you please," he says. "Wonder if it looks like you were chased away, though, if this was a publicity stunt at the bar your sister owned."
Reaching silently for the bottle again, assuming Vesper has had a sip of the liquor, Jack tilts his head towards the young demigod. "Whose feathers?" he wonders. "An' does that go for just you? The Exchange has plenty of places the girls could set themselves up." A boutique for Nova, for instance.
we've gone way too fast for way too long
and we were never supposed to make it half this far
and we were never supposed to make it half this far
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
