it's not your fault that you're always wrong
"I've got an idea - why don't you shout a little more and be a general cunt, and maybe the shrine will remarkably pop back into existence?" Jack raises his eyebrows at Nate, as if to ask just how much more sass he can expect from the Ascended before they actually start to make progress with what has happened. He picks up on the snippets of thought about the other Ascended who are present in Torchline, storing those away for later contemplation, and begins to pace slowly along the sand.
Wrinkling his nose, it's with reluctance that he has to agree that Nate is probably right. "Maybe not to rebuild it," he mutters. "That's somethin' you'll need to take care of yourself. But to stop anythin' like this happenin' again?" He scoffs under his breath. "Leave that with me."
It's with a slow glance across at Nate that the captain considers whether to broach the subject on his lips. Then he says it anyway. "You good, after that whole muzzle thing?"
Wrinkling his nose, it's with reluctance that he has to agree that Nate is probably right. "Maybe not to rebuild it," he mutters. "That's somethin' you'll need to take care of yourself. But to stop anythin' like this happenin' again?" He scoffs under his breath. "Leave that with me."
It's with a slow glance across at Nate that the captain considers whether to broach the subject on his lips. Then he says it anyway. "You good, after that whole muzzle thing?"
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.
