JACK
"Obviously," Jack says of the sales, tipping back the last of his coffee before crushing the paper cup in his hand and letting a lick of fire magic start to eat away at it. He doesn't reveal any of his own hand - most would be surprised to learn he even had one at all in the matter, given that he only heard about it five minutes ago, but in the smuggling game you learn to hit the ground running.
"A sizeable cut from the sales, an' I want first dibs on shiftin' whatever comes outta Hak Etme that's more than raw," he says. That works for him as a start, anyway. "Won't be a trip I make often either," he warns, "so make that harvest count."
Brushing the ashes from his hands once the cup has all but disintegrated, Jack glances down at her with cool blue eyes, though his magic snags like a fish on a hook at the names that flicker through her mind, let alone the image she paints of a gambling den, all debauchery and blood money.
"Cactus fruit," he says suddenly, idly almost. "You should export cactus fruit as a front. Grow 'em on purpose, hide 'em among the dream cacti."
"A sizeable cut from the sales, an' I want first dibs on shiftin' whatever comes outta Hak Etme that's more than raw," he says. That works for him as a start, anyway. "Won't be a trip I make often either," he warns, "so make that harvest count."
Brushing the ashes from his hands once the cup has all but disintegrated, Jack glances down at her with cool blue eyes, though his magic snags like a fish on a hook at the names that flicker through her mind, let alone the image she paints of a gambling den, all debauchery and blood money.
"Cactus fruit," he says suddenly, idly almost. "You should export cactus fruit as a front. Grow 'em on purpose, hide 'em among the dream cacti."
no more than I was or than I want to be
when you fall on me like night, I wanna kill the lights
when you fall on me like night, I wanna kill the lights
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
