JACK
"I dunno that she'd be keen to replace you so easy." Jack smirks, sounding curiously confident about that. "Put it this way - I ain't even met that brother of yours. Dunno if he's even still alive, and I ain't been asked for anythin' else since, so I assume all's well." Not that the Captain is complaining; it's taken him this long to get used to the idea of the Marins, after all.
Scoffing out a laugh, if only because he doesn't think there exists a reality in which he'd win a popularity contest against Vesper when it comes to his sisters, Jack nevertheless seems impressed - and perhaps the tiniest bit homesick, just for a second or two - at the revelation that it's Torchline's finest that resides in the clever litttle flask. "An' the ability to get shitfaced at the shake of a flask? She does like you," he drawls, grinning.
Glancing over his shoulder as well when the door jingles but no thoughts follow it, Jack pulls a face at the sight of the mass of memory mud, and the bartender immediately barks a curse towards it, seizing a broom to try and batter it back out the door. "I dunno that bein' in the air would make much of a difference with these fuckin' things," he says, finishing his drink as well. "Still, once we toss 'em overboard from the sky, at least they ain't likely to come back. C'mon - let's not persuade it to follow us any further an' get the fuck gone from here."
Scoffing out a laugh, if only because he doesn't think there exists a reality in which he'd win a popularity contest against Vesper when it comes to his sisters, Jack nevertheless seems impressed - and perhaps the tiniest bit homesick, just for a second or two - at the revelation that it's Torchline's finest that resides in the clever litttle flask. "An' the ability to get shitfaced at the shake of a flask? She does like you," he drawls, grinning.
Glancing over his shoulder as well when the door jingles but no thoughts follow it, Jack pulls a face at the sight of the mass of memory mud, and the bartender immediately barks a curse towards it, seizing a broom to try and batter it back out the door. "I dunno that bein' in the air would make much of a difference with these fuckin' things," he says, finishing his drink as well. "Still, once we toss 'em overboard from the sky, at least they ain't likely to come back. C'mon - let's not persuade it to follow us any further an' get the fuck gone from here."
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
