JACK
"That I would," Jack agrees, his voice a little gruff where he's moving the table out with Melita. The men in the hall are happy to receive the furniture - Jack ensures it, because he's not moving it an inch further than the fucking doorway - and when he returns, it might be of the surprise to some, but he reaches for the broom. "Ain't like you not to run a tight ship," he teases Maeve, flashing her a smirk as he gestures to all the dust and debris than needs to be cleaned out.
"What you got for us to come in from the shipment?" he wonders, keeping a close eye on Seven, who has just slunk in from the doorway to leap up onto the desk, offering the group a mrow for her trouble.
Jack sweeps!
"What you got for us to come in from the shipment?" he wonders, keeping a close eye on Seven, who has just slunk in from the doorway to leap up onto the desk, offering the group a mrow for her trouble.
Jack sweeps!
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.
