JACK
"An' a good gods-damned mornin' to you, too," Jack all but hisses at Zeph as he's kind enough to open the door and do nothing else. Elbowing his way in before the door can blow shut on him, Jack winces at the stale air and the deep sludge of his friend's thoughts. "Fuck sake, Zeph," he mutters, plonking himself on the couch and setting down the breakfast he's brought - loco moco, not that he thinks the other man will give a fuck.
"You got more'n silence to give to me today?" he wants to know, uncorking a bottle of probably-not-wine and taking a swig. "I ain't gonna keep doin' this forever, you sad sack of shit." Except he is and they both know it. "Hope you were a more sociable hostage than you are a free man."
"You got more'n silence to give to me today?" he wants to know, uncorking a bottle of probably-not-wine and taking a swig. "I ain't gonna keep doin' this forever, you sad sack of shit." Except he is and they both know it. "Hope you were a more sociable hostage than you are a free 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.
