JACK
hellraiser
risk taker
risk taker
"They sure as shit ain't," Jack agrees without changing his tone, though he does scoff under his breath a little. He's pretty sure from the tangle of pain and rage and humiliation in the ringleader's thoughts that he might have once worked on his ship, actually, and the fact that he doesn't any more is all the more evidence as to the quality he expects from his crew.
He's already half turning towards her as she reaches for him, his magic lending him the sort of heads-up that makes the kiss she delivers to his lips seamless, almost cinematic in its delivery. They don't miss a beat or a step, and when The Ark draws back once more Jack's arm hooks comfortably around her shoulders. It's already obvious that they've been walking together, but now as they approach the signpost, it takes on an entirely new meaning.
"Let me know if you ever want him face down in the Miana Pool," he says, a smirk kicking up one side of his mouth. Then he's reaching out to brush his fingers across the sign for Haulani, and they step away into the heart of Torchline.
Their meeting with the Blackfox goes well. Jack is just saying as much as they return to Kaiholo, because such meetings - especially at the Grey Road headquarters - often don't look as though they go any which way at all. Motives stay disguised, expressions and opinions guarded, blades covered by silk and decorum. "You charmed the shit out of her," the Captain continues as they take their first steps back into the port, the space much sleepier than when they had left it given the later hour - quite unlike Haulani had been.
"Which turned out to be a savin' grace, since I reckon she'd been waitin' to give me a tongue lashin' for my leavin' Torchline," he continues. "We're livin' to fight another day though, an' that's a win in my book."
He's already half turning towards her as she reaches for him, his magic lending him the sort of heads-up that makes the kiss she delivers to his lips seamless, almost cinematic in its delivery. They don't miss a beat or a step, and when The Ark draws back once more Jack's arm hooks comfortably around her shoulders. It's already obvious that they've been walking together, but now as they approach the signpost, it takes on an entirely new meaning.
"Let me know if you ever want him face down in the Miana Pool," he says, a smirk kicking up one side of his mouth. Then he's reaching out to brush his fingers across the sign for Haulani, and they step away into the heart of Torchline.
Their meeting with the Blackfox goes well. Jack is just saying as much as they return to Kaiholo, because such meetings - especially at the Grey Road headquarters - often don't look as though they go any which way at all. Motives stay disguised, expressions and opinions guarded, blades covered by silk and decorum. "You charmed the shit out of her," the Captain continues as they take their first steps back into the port, the space much sleepier than when they had left it given the later hour - quite unlike Haulani had been.
"Which turned out to be a savin' grace, since I reckon she'd been waitin' to give me a tongue lashin' for my leavin' Torchline," he continues. "We're livin' to fight another day though, an' that's a win in my book."
full speed ahead
'til i'm dead in the fast lane
'til i'm dead in the fast lane
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
