i want to taste you again
"You an' me both. Should tell him we found his ancestors here, rollin' about in the dirt," Jack calls back, straightening up on the other side of the bank. His hands move almost of their own accord, tying the cache securely across his chest with the intention of checking its contents once he isn't separated from The Ark by far too much bubbling muck. Even as the boulder continues to shift eerily in the tar he remains seemingly confident and unbothered, as if to keep her thoughts on the right side of alarmed, though all of that changes when it cracks open like something eldritch and unholy.
"Oh fuck that," Jack blurts, deftly jumping further back on the bank with ice immediately rushing out beneath his feet. It makes little difference to the creature, its knife-like appendages puncturing through the sheet of cold to regain purchase, mandibles clacking ominously within its maw. "Get outta here," he calls to The Ark. "I'll lead it away and get back soon as I can."
No part of him expects her to stick around, Jack already switching elements as static charges the air, the Captain trying to put enough distance between himself and the thing to activate his compass tattoo and get the fuck gone as well.
"Oh fuck that," Jack blurts, deftly jumping further back on the bank with ice immediately rushing out beneath his feet. It makes little difference to the creature, its knife-like appendages puncturing through the sheet of cold to regain purchase, mandibles clacking ominously within its maw. "Get outta here," he calls to The Ark. "I'll lead it away and get back soon as I can."
No part of him expects her to stick around, Jack already switching elements as static charges the air, the Captain trying to put enough distance between himself and the thing to activate his compass tattoo and get the fuck gone as well.
like a secret or a sin
JACK
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
