JACK
"That so?" Jack scoffs around the cigarette hanging between his lips. "Well if I see 'em around, I'll be sure to give 'em my regards." His gaze slides over her shoulder as if to take in the port properly, not just what the patchwork of thought feeds him from the workers and his own crew. "Mm, it's lookin' a bit skin an' bone," he agrees of the lack of leisure or opportunity in the port right now. Lucky he's good at making his own fun, eh?
Jack's about to respond to her second remark with some actual substance regarding how things ought to look when they're finished, but before he can get the words out, something strikes at his calf from just within the treeline. Hissing out a curse and turning immediately towards it, he spots the preying orchid already running away on its roots, leaving a few prickles of blood against his pant leg and a very incredulous looking Captain.
"I think fuckin' not," he quips. And yes, maybe unleashing a whipcrack of lightning towards a flower is what some would consider a bit much, but they weren't just bitten by one, were they? Regardless, the arc of electricity snaps across sand and undergrowth to zap the preying orchid without Jack so much as raising his eyebrows, leaving behind it the scent of ozone and, unfortunately, a small and charred crate caught in the crossfire. "Might wanna consider some pest control while you're at it."
Jack's about to respond to her second remark with some actual substance regarding how things ought to look when they're finished, but before he can get the words out, something strikes at his calf from just within the treeline. Hissing out a curse and turning immediately towards it, he spots the preying orchid already running away on its roots, leaving a few prickles of blood against his pant leg and a very incredulous looking Captain.
"I think fuckin' not," he quips. And yes, maybe unleashing a whipcrack of lightning towards a flower is what some would consider a bit much, but they weren't just bitten by one, were they? Regardless, the arc of electricity snaps across sand and undergrowth to zap the preying orchid without Jack so much as raising his eyebrows, leaving behind it the scent of ozone and, unfortunately, a small and charred crate caught in the crossfire. "Might wanna consider some pest control while you're at it."
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!
