JACK
It's far from Jack's first bar brawl, but it's been a fair while since one has broken out so quickly and with such intensity over something as innocuous as a poker game. Alright, so maybe he'd pushed it a little far by standing on a man's throat while he played his hand, but even so - in the Captain's vast repertoire of nastiness, this is barely scratching the surface. But if a brawl is what's wanted then it's what he's happy to deliver, and whilst he and The Ark find themselves at the eye of this particular storm, they're far from alone in it.
Granted, Jack can only feel Bassian's savage glee as something in his periphery compared to the sweet, dark rush of The Ark's mind close by, but he doesn't let himself lose track of the big man as he steps forward. The world rushes and changes around him in a way that's beyond his control but at the same time not, and if he'd had the time, he might have cast a glance over his shoulder towards the redhead watching his back.
Maybe later, though - for right now, there are three men rushing him and the Captain has to decide whether it's a night for murder or just maiming. The crack of lightning decides for him in the end, singeing hair and leaving a few very nasty burns, but ultimately leaving the trio alive for now. For now being the operative word, of course, because Jack has also opted to strike the floorboards of the floating bar, and they're starting to take on water now at an alarming rate.
"Ain't suppose anyone'll believe that was an accident?" he drawls, stepping back from the wash of saltwater and taking his cigarette from his lips at last to let it sizzle out in the growing puddle.
Granted, Jack can only feel Bassian's savage glee as something in his periphery compared to the sweet, dark rush of The Ark's mind close by, but he doesn't let himself lose track of the big man as he steps forward. The world rushes and changes around him in a way that's beyond his control but at the same time not, and if he'd had the time, he might have cast a glance over his shoulder towards the redhead watching his back.
Maybe later, though - for right now, there are three men rushing him and the Captain has to decide whether it's a night for murder or just maiming. The crack of lightning decides for him in the end, singeing hair and leaving a few very nasty burns, but ultimately leaving the trio alive for now. For now being the operative word, of course, because Jack has also opted to strike the floorboards of the floating bar, and they're starting to take on water now at an alarming rate.
"Ain't suppose anyone'll believe that was an accident?" he drawls, stepping back from the wash of saltwater and taking his cigarette from his lips at last to let it sizzle out in the growing puddle.
romancing yourself is possible, narcissistic
and recommended
and recommended
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
