Buckle up, buttercup, 'nother day in paradise
Jack Barclay
  the Captain
Captain of the Ark
Age: 38 | Height: 5'10 | Race: Abandoned | Citizenship: King's End | Level: 10
STR: 15 - DEX: 40 - END: 15 - LUCK: 41 - ARC: 97 - INT: 1 - HP: 150 - BASE ROLL: 81
SEVEN - Mythical - Sear Cat
Played by: Honey
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MP: 7779

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JACK

Jack stops a fraction before her wait hits the air, glancing over his shoulder with an arched brow, though he already knows what she's about to hand him. Windswept adventures and reckless joy paint the space between them, the Captain reaching back to accept the feather. It flutters in the chill rolling off the waves, and Jack regards it for a long few seconds. Then, humming something non-committal under his breath, he keeps the token with him, twirling it gently as he sets off across the dock.

He waits until he feels Colt squirm free of the net of telepathic power he casts over the world, out of range and out of sight, before the flames lick up from his fingers and eat away at the pale feather. It's gone in mere moments, and with it any chance for her to catch on Vesper's mind like a well-intentioned burr. They might be doing business and he might be safer footing, but rough humour and a bit of free criminal advice do not a bridge build.

With the feather little more than streaks of black against his fingertips, Jack continues on his way. The gathering downpour falls just shy of hitting him, leaving him dry and unbothered, and he meanders towards The Ark in a halo of rainfall and the lingering smell of ash and bitter coffee.

~FIN
no more than I was or than I want to be
when you fall on me like night, I wanna kill the lights
Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!
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RE: Buckle up, buttercup, 'nother day in paradise - by Jack - 04-14-2026, 10:05 AM



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