JACK
The notes go far and wide, written in the sand, chalked onto walls or, in Maeve's case, elegantly sent to the Court of the Stars by parchment. All but the last are written in the smuggling cant (so even you can't really get it wrong, Adam, if you've been at the job for any length of time), and all bear the same message - more or less. Rae's Fingers, an hour past sunset for those who know the way already. And for those who don't, and additonal message: blow out the candles as you go.
And now Jack sits and waits. It feels like a lifetime ago since Zeph ran his first meeting here, and fuck if the captain even knows where his once-upon-a-time-brother even is these days. This time around there's no cheerful arrangement of food, no welcoming atmosphere. Just a keg, a few bottles of brandy, and a smuggler waiting to see who else is on board. Lucky for them, Jack is an unexpectedly patient man.
And now Jack sits and waits. It feels like a lifetime ago since Zeph ran his first meeting here, and fuck if the captain even knows where his once-upon-a-time-brother even is these days. This time around there's no cheerful arrangement of food, no welcoming atmosphere. Just a keg, a few bottles of brandy, and a smuggler waiting to see who else is on board. Lucky for them, Jack is an unexpectedly patient man.
you are a quiet god
and your hunger is cavernous
and your hunger is cavernous
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.
