JACK
Memory Snow does at least stir a little recognition in Jack, and he recalls the strange snowmen that seemed to rebuild themselves along the pathways of the Castaway Exchange. Silently glad that he'd left before they'd had to deal with something similar in King's End - though evidently he hasn't gotten out of it entirely - he cocks his head to the side as the half-dog-half-sludge creature starts to apparently take itself over the side of the dock.
And then it comes back again, first as a pair of legs, then as something nightmarish, and Jack pulls a face before changing tactics to start to freeze the water inside it, hoping to encase it in the current shape and stop it from slorping around so much. "Hate it," he decides, his tone remarkably casual for the vitriol.
"Sailed up to get out of King's End 'cause it won't stop rainin'." He barks out a laugh now at the irony. "Thought I'd come see how shit was goin' up here." Whether he felt better for the distance, perhaps, though he doesn't say it. "Can get a drink if you want, so long as this thing ain't gonna try to tag along."
And then it comes back again, first as a pair of legs, then as something nightmarish, and Jack pulls a face before changing tactics to start to freeze the water inside it, hoping to encase it in the current shape and stop it from slorping around so much. "Hate it," he decides, his tone remarkably casual for the vitriol.
"Sailed up to get out of King's End 'cause it won't stop rainin'." He barks out a laugh now at the irony. "Thought I'd come see how shit was goin' up here." Whether he felt better for the distance, perhaps, though he doesn't say it. "Can get a drink if you want, so long as this thing ain't gonna try to tag along."
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
