it's not your fault that you're always wrong
It might come as a bit of a surprise to Nate, but this also throws a huge fucking wrench into Jack's day as well. Let it be known that the captain is absolutely not a pious man (a gods-fearing one, yes, because that's smart, but not pious), but he has been ruminating on his ship, on ghost whales, on the Voice and all that she's been able to offer to those who can make good on their promises to her. And so he's come to this lonely stretch of beach to once again petition his services, hopefully this time sans curse.
Only there's no shrine. There's sweet fuck all of the place he'd helped to fucking repair the last time, and were it not for the crackle of rage from Nate as Jack's magic comes into range, he might have already been swearing. "What happened here?" he asks, his irritation plain but not directed to the Ascended. Stepping up, Jack peers into the cave and shrugs off the bag he's brought with him.
"Son of a fuckin' bitch,." Okay, maybe he's lying about the swearing.
Only there's no shrine. There's sweet fuck all of the place he'd helped to fucking repair the last time, and were it not for the crackle of rage from Nate as Jack's magic comes into range, he might have already been swearing. "What happened here?" he asks, his irritation plain but not directed to the Ascended. Stepping up, Jack peers into the cave and shrugs off the bag he's brought with him.
"Son of a fuckin' bitch,." Okay, maybe he's lying about the swearing.
Jack being an Abandoned is common knowledge these days, however his Telepathy remains a well-kept secret:
Magic: Passive Telepathy | The user can read the surface thoughts and emotions of those within a 30ft radius. Control is excellent. Note: "Thoughts and emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
Type: Grey | Rank: Mastered
Also branded with a small star tattoo beneath his left eye.
