it's not your fault that you're always wrong
Okay, everyone can go home - the impossible has happened, and Jack is arriving at a party with Melita. Nothing else is going to top this, blood moon or not, so things may as well come to and end now.
The Ark has been lurking around the Hollowed Grounds for a few days now, and nothing has exploded out of the Spire to attack them, and there aren't any mutants or residual Longnight monsters or whatever other nightmares hide in the Honeybee's head, and now there's a bonfire, food, booze and celebrations.
"I'm startin' to think you lied about this place," he informs Mel as they reach the heart of the celebrations, the crimson moon hanging large and round overhead. "Or is this all new?"
The Ark has been lurking around the Hollowed Grounds for a few days now, and nothing has exploded out of the Spire to attack them, and there aren't any mutants or residual Longnight monsters or whatever other nightmares hide in the Honeybee's head, and now there's a bonfire, food, booze and celebrations.
"I'm startin' to think you lied about this place," he informs Mel as they reach the heart of the celebrations, the crimson moon hanging large and round overhead. "Or is this all new?"
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.
