there exists a tipping point between gods and monsters
Deimos is correct, and Jack is more attracted to the idea of straightforward violence than usual these days. His reply comes swiftly, confirming his attendance, and as the determined day and time comes upon them he leaves the Ark hovering a safe distance overhead and approaches the meeting point on foot. Arriving with his hands buried in the pockets of his Kingmaker coat as usual, he offers a nod to the Sword and busies himself in the lighting and smoking of a cigarette while he listens.
"How much of a problem you reckon the mud is gonna be?" he asks; the humidity is already stifling, hence the minimal layers he wears beneath the protective leather of his coat, and whilst things aren't as insane here as they seem to be in King's End and the Grounds, he has no doubt there will be some bullshit to contend with.
"I'm pretty partial to the lake, myself," he adds around the cigarette, nodding in its direction.
Jack arrives, bringing everything except Seven with him, and chooses the lake path!
"How much of a problem you reckon the mud is gonna be?" he asks; the humidity is already stifling, hence the minimal layers he wears beneath the protective leather of his coat, and whilst things aren't as insane here as they seem to be in King's End and the Grounds, he has no doubt there will be some bullshit to contend with.
"I'm pretty partial to the lake, myself," he adds around the cigarette, nodding in its direction.
Jack arrives, bringing everything except Seven with him, and chooses the lake path!
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
