JACK
see me falling
yeah, down and lonely
yeah, down and lonely
"Sorry if that don't fit your description of me in your journals," Jack drawls, but he's too busy trying to figure out what to do next and not letting Flora's drunken mindset affect the sway of his footsteps or the cadence of his decisions to delve into that too deeply. "Good," he adds as she says she'll stay out of the way - and in return he'll make sure that all his crew know she's there, and know who her daddy is.
"Maybe next time you can have the grand tour," he says offhandedly, checking that she hasn't misstepped off the gangplank or instantly gone wandering towards his cabin (it's annoying, how often it happens), before he heads away to call his crew from their beds. Well, the crew that aren't at the Halenani or the Hanged Man anyway.
Soon enough he returns with half a dozen sailors, barely giving Flora another glance before heading back down towards the pier. And the dead ramphire.
"Maybe next time you can have the grand tour," he says offhandedly, checking that she hasn't misstepped off the gangplank or instantly gone wandering towards his cabin (it's annoying, how often it happens), before he heads away to call his crew from their beds. Well, the crew that aren't at the Halenani or the Hanged Man anyway.
Soon enough he returns with half a dozen sailors, barely giving Flora another glance before heading back down towards the pier. And the dead ramphire.
are the angels on their way?
i’m in the dirt
i’m in the dirt
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.
