JACK
The amusement lingers in Jack even as his mind cools to the quiet ticking of memory and intellect, immediately put to work by her question. He shakes his head slowly after a moment or so, because she's absolutely correct - anyone with that sort of power would have bled into his awareness enough for him to avoid it, he thinks. "Reckon there might've been once, when the Ascended were around." And gods that's an old thought now, Jack wrinkling his nose before the expression smooths out. "Now, though? Race, maybe, but not specifics."
Which is fine for him - the time has long since passed when he used to masquerade as little more than an Accepted with uncanny sailing prowess. He waits for the crux of her point, though, and when it comes it's as diabolical and cunning as anything he might have suggested himself. (Little surprise, there). "You know I'd check anyway, love," he purrs of the poison; paranoia is a difficult habit to break. "Though if you're right about that hidden magic locked away, I doubt it'd matter in the long run." Healing magic is the perfect antidote to poison, he would hope.
And there are certainly other abilities they might take advantage of. "Suppose they think you can control other ships, or at the very least speak with 'em." The wedding bells have a laugh rumbling out of him, granted, but he inclines his head as if to say it's a good point. "Y'know," he says, "I reckon it'd cause more of a ruckus if it got out that we were tyin' our own knot than if we were crashin' someone else's." But as the old saying goes: por que no los dos.
Which is fine for him - the time has long since passed when he used to masquerade as little more than an Accepted with uncanny sailing prowess. He waits for the crux of her point, though, and when it comes it's as diabolical and cunning as anything he might have suggested himself. (Little surprise, there). "You know I'd check anyway, love," he purrs of the poison; paranoia is a difficult habit to break. "Though if you're right about that hidden magic locked away, I doubt it'd matter in the long run." Healing magic is the perfect antidote to poison, he would hope.
And there are certainly other abilities they might take advantage of. "Suppose they think you can control other ships, or at the very least speak with 'em." The wedding bells have a laugh rumbling out of him, granted, but he inclines his head as if to say it's a good point. "Y'know," he says, "I reckon it'd cause more of a ruckus if it got out that we were tyin' our own knot than if we were crashin' someone else's." But as the old saying goes: por que no los dos.
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!
