JACK
Jack has no hood to keep the rain off as it starts to patter down in a steady drone, but it seems to avoid him all the same; his collar is turned up against the chill and his hands sit deep in the pockets of his coat, but with a combination of water and air magic, he's perfectly dry as he considers the strange mud-puppy in his midst. Unaware of Vesper's proximity until the shadows lance out at the thing, the Captain glances sharply towards their origin, relaxing only when he confirms the boy's identity.
"The feelin' ain't mutual," he assures him, frowning to see the creature literally reform before their eyes. "Fuck is it?" he asks, stepping closer to Vesper even as he reaches out with a further pulse of earth magic, trying to corral the slop of malformed dirt towards the edge of the docks. "Just mud?" He assumes there isn't anything actually buried under there that's alive, anyway.
"The feelin' ain't mutual," he assures him, frowning to see the creature literally reform before their eyes. "Fuck is it?" he asks, stepping closer to Vesper even as he reaches out with a further pulse of earth magic, trying to corral the slop of malformed dirt towards the edge of the docks. "Just mud?" He assumes there isn't anything actually buried under there that's alive, anyway.
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
