i'm the storm your mama warned you about

JACK

hellraiser
risk taker

It's a work of art to anyone watching, though the man being subjected to quiet electrocution likely doesn't agree. And as The Ark finally steps away from him it's painfully apparent to all those in the immediate vicinity that his bladder has stopped cooperating at some point through the steady current of electricity, something that does indeed add insult to injury. "You'd best watch your back, whore," he barks to her departing silhouette, though there's no saving the shreds of his ruined pride.

Jack waits until she's stepped past him and then some before opting to follow, and by the time he catches up with her she'll have made it fairly deep into Kaiholo. He draws up beside her as if they've been walking together the entire time, Jack silently offering out a small pouch of something that jingles with the weight of coins. "Your winnin's," he says quietly. "You forgot 'em at the table." And if there's blood visible on his knuckles when she takes the pouch, that was probably already there earlier.

"How'd you find your first taste of Torchline all on your lonesome?" he continues. "Was it everythin' you dreamed it would be?" Gambling and cheating and threatening, oh my!

full speed ahead
'til i'm dead in the fast lane