JACK
"Oh, so we're goin' for real disasters now? Let me know if I ought to stock up our gunpowder stores," Jack says with a cat-like smile that's half directed out to sea where he knows The Ark as a vessel is docked very close by. "Might be worth checkin' in with the Blackfox again sooner rather'n later," he adds almost as an afterthought, as if thoughts of impending and potential disasters go hand in glove with The Grey Road's guildmistress.
But that's a thought better fleshed out after things like breakfast and haircuts, and Jack draws the skillet closer even as his gaze returns to the redhead across the table. "The most valuable," he argues with a gentle nod; none of his other contacts have branded stars onto his face or bartered with living, breathing people as a result, put it that way. "I doubt you'd be capable of makin' anythin' but a good impression," he remarks, half to himself, though he doesn't hide the smirk he aims at her.
"She's done plenty for you too," he adds. "Rae might've given you legs, but she gave you wings far before then."
But that's a thought better fleshed out after things like breakfast and haircuts, and Jack draws the skillet closer even as his gaze returns to the redhead across the table. "The most valuable," he argues with a gentle nod; none of his other contacts have branded stars onto his face or bartered with living, breathing people as a result, put it that way. "I doubt you'd be capable of makin' anythin' but a good impression," he remarks, half to himself, though he doesn't hide the smirk he aims at her.
"She's done plenty for you too," he adds. "Rae might've given you legs, but she gave you wings far before then."
fight so dirty but you love so sweet
talk so pretty but your heart got teeth
talk so pretty but your heart got teeth
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
