JACK
Jack's mind is as busy as his stance is casual, his magic hard at work as always to stretch telepathic fingers right to the edges of his range. The members of his crew mingling and exploring nearby make good enough anchor points, though the quiet buzz of information is soon interrupted by the stern tempest of an approaching woman. Thalassa creates ripples through the crowd's thoughts wherever she steps, such that she doesn't need to step intentionally for Jack to know where she is.
He straightens from the tree a moment before her voice hits the air, the Captain taking a deep drag from his cigarette and exhaling it upwards, where his air magic carries it away into the endless blue. "Depends. Who's askin'?" he wants to know, getting an obvious measure of her behind the dark lens of his sunglasses. Flicking the ash from the smoke, eventually Jack shrugs at the makeshift port.
"Heard Hak Etme was up and comin'. Business an' pleasure will draw all sorts." Even Jack Barclay, clearly.
He straightens from the tree a moment before her voice hits the air, the Captain taking a deep drag from his cigarette and exhaling it upwards, where his air magic carries it away into the endless blue. "Depends. Who's askin'?" he wants to know, getting an obvious measure of her behind the dark lens of his sunglasses. Flicking the ash from the smoke, eventually Jack shrugs at the makeshift port.
"Heard Hak Etme was up and comin'. Business an' pleasure will draw all sorts." Even Jack Barclay, clearly.
you're the last of a dying breed; write our names in the wet concrete
I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me
I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me
Code stolen from Queen Sky
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
