[Training] you tell me I'm walkin' on water
Jack Barclay
 
Captain of the Ark
Age: 37 | Height: 5'10 | Race: Abandoned | Citizenship: King's End | Level: 10
STR: 15 - DEX: 40 - END: 15 - LUCK: 37 - ARC: 92 - INT: 1 - HP: 150 - BASE ROLL: 77
SEVEN - Mythical - Sear Cat
Played by: Honey
Posts: 2,572 | Total: 23,005
MP: 984

#15
JACK
"Guess you're stuck floatin' in the status quo until somethin' changes, then," Jack says, wrinkling his nose. He'd never had any siblings to give a fuck about, and especially not the way Vesper dotes on his sisters, but he can well imagine the rock and the hard place he's stuck between. "I'm sure you won't have to wait too long for Torchline to throw you another curveball that'll push it one way or the other."

Whether thats for good or bad, not even telepaths can know, not until the wave breaks and it hits the islands.

Keeping a hand pressed to one of the punctures in his side and grimacing, Jack reaches his cabin as quickly as he's able, swiftly unlocking it and letting them inside. "Normally I'd say you'd be lookin' at a heavy price for that, but for you an' your sisters, I reckon she might just do it." For just a second the captain recalls a distant memory, of sparkling aqua eyes and the excited suggestion of sky cities, before he crushes it down with a brief feathering of his jaw.

"Very convienient," Jack agrees, smirking over his shoulder and crossing to his desk to grab a bottle of dark, spiced rum. "One point for goin'," he adds, uncorking it and taking a long swig, before offering it out to Vesper.
when I look at something, I see it for what it could be
when I look at something, I see how it ends

Code stolen from Queen Sky

  • Secret Telepath
  • Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
  • Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
  • Click for The Ark!
Vesper Marin
 
Bartender
Age: 22 | Height: 6'2 | Race: Demi-god | Citizenship: Torchline | Level: 6
STR: 24 - DEX: 30 - END: 30 - LUCK: 20 - ARC: 96 - INT: - HP: 180 - BASE ROLL: 50
Played by: Odd
Posts: 667 | Total: 22,698
MP: 2879

#16
VESPER

Vesper snorts, the sound sharp and amused even as it rasps through the ache in his chest. "Ain’t gonna be a curveball. More like Kaisel’s balls. Caly’ll come home with ’em clenched between her fingers, mark my word." The grin that follows is wolfish despite the wince it costs him, breath dragging ragged as the sting pulls through his ribs.

He shrugs as best as pain lets him, shoulders stiff beneath the wool. "Don’t sell yourself short. Safrin’d sooner bend her stars than have you wastin’ your time in Frey’s backyard if I had to guess." The line’s edged with a smirk, though there’s something pointed beneath it; half respect, half reminder of the goddess’s favour, if only because learnin' who his mother hated and who she didn't was a key part of his time in the stars.

Snickering under his breath, he takes the rum when it’s offered and tips it back in a long swallow, the burn sinking deep and heavy into the rawness still humming in his veins. Lowering the bottle, he glances down at himself, half-expecting to see the liquor leaking red through the burns in his sweater. Finding nothing obvious, he exhales through his teeth and passes the bottle back.

"How’s King’s End been treatin’ you so far?" he asks, tone casual as if they weren’t both dripping blood onto the floorboards.
wake me when it's over
like a bad dream
Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!
☆ has a pale star tattoo beneath his left eye, and freckle-sized constellations move across his skin
☽ hair changes from bleached blonde to brown
☆ telepathic: Sunlit Shadows | The user can read the surface thoughts and emotions of those within a 60ft radius. Control is excellent. Note: "Thoughts and emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
Jack Barclay
 
Captain of the Ark
Age: 37 | Height: 5'10 | Race: Abandoned | Citizenship: King's End | Level: 10
STR: 15 - DEX: 40 - END: 15 - LUCK: 37 - ARC: 92 - INT: 1 - HP: 150 - BASE ROLL: 77
SEVEN - Mythical - Sear Cat
Played by: Honey
Posts: 2,572 | Total: 23,005
MP: 984

#17
JACK
"Atta girl," Jack says through a huff of laughter, the captain wincing through shrugging out of his coat and starting to unbutton his shirt so he can take real stock of the damage. A quick rummage in a drawer produces a few wayward dressings and a roll of bandages, untouched in a long time due to Torchline's magical potency when it comes to blood and guts.

"Might be Frey's backyard, but her shrine was here first I bet," he mutters, accepting the rum back and taking another swig of it before setting it down and starting to fuss with the dressings and look at the three nasty looking welts Vesper's new ability has gifted him. "Nice idea, though. Might have to get lighthouses to warn starwhales away from crashin' into the islands." As well as other skyships.

Nodding for Vesper to keep helping himself to the rum - and to the dressings, bandages, and anything else in the cabin if he's so inclined - Jack manages an indifferent shrug when it comes to how things are.

"It was good 'til the snows fuckin' showed up," he mutters, but no sailor worth their salt lets some inclement weather tell him what to do, and neither does Jack. "Place is well connected already, ready for shapin' by the right hands, an' while the leader might be in Frey's pocket, his morals are the right colour for what I plan to do. All in all, could be a lot fuckin' worse."
when I look at something, I see it for what it could be
when I look at something, I see how it ends

Code stolen from Queen Sky

  • Secret Telepath
  • Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
  • Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
  • Click for The Ark!
Vesper Marin
 
Bartender
Age: 22 | Height: 6'2 | Race: Demi-god | Citizenship: Torchline | Level: 6
STR: 24 - DEX: 30 - END: 30 - LUCK: 20 - ARC: 96 - INT: - HP: 180 - BASE ROLL: 50
Played by: Odd
Posts: 667 | Total: 22,698
MP: 2879

#18
VESPER

Vesper shrugs at the mutter about shrines, the motion tight with the pull of scorched muscle. "Don’t take bein’ one of her kids to know how she feels about Sunjata, though," he says dryly, voice low but steady. "Maybe them islands only open up for folk who already know the way. Give you some privacy after years sittin’ in Torchline’s spotlight." His mouth quirks faintly, more observation than jest.

He tips the bottle again with a nod of thanks, the rum burning smooth down his throat. Pulling free of his heavy sweater, the white shirt beneath is charred and clinging, skin beneath more burned than bleeding, marked with the raw lash of Jack’s lightning. With a sigh, he glances sidelong at the captain, blue eyes sharp with wry humour. "Got any ice?" 

As for King’s End, he only nods, reading enough in the words Jack hasn’t said so he doesn't bother to ask if the captain has it in him to start over. Immortality stretches ahead like an empty horizon, and if thirty-seven already feels tired, it’s gonna be a long fuckin’ voyage. His grin edges wolfish as he lifts the bottle again. "Still—House of Midnight’s a step up from Torchline’s brothels, if nothin’ else."
wake me when it's over
like a bad dream
Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!
☆ has a pale star tattoo beneath his left eye, and freckle-sized constellations move across his skin
☽ hair changes from bleached blonde to brown
☆ telepathic: Sunlit Shadows | The user can read the surface thoughts and emotions of those within a 60ft radius. Control is excellent. Note: "Thoughts and emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
Jack Barclay
 
Captain of the Ark
Age: 37 | Height: 5'10 | Race: Abandoned | Citizenship: King's End | Level: 10
STR: 15 - DEX: 40 - END: 15 - LUCK: 37 - ARC: 92 - INT: 1 - HP: 150 - BASE ROLL: 77
SEVEN - Mythical - Sear Cat
Played by: Honey
Posts: 2,572 | Total: 23,005
MP: 984

#19
JACK
"Ah, privacy. Time was that was a given," Jack agrees with a scoff. All of that had more or less changed with the arrival of a firecracker daughter of a demigod, or perhaps even before that, but the Doubletake's persistence had definitely opened him up to the general public more than in the previous decade. Still, he can only shrug about Sunjata - so long as the Flood doesn't get in his way when it comes to Safrin, and so long as he isn't actively waging a foolish war against her, things are fine for now.

Floating islands notwithstanding.

Wrinkling his nose at the sight of the burns, Jack tears a length of bandages and creates a fistful of ice to wrap in them, offering the makeshift pack out to the demigod with a curt nod. "That it fuckin' is," he agrees with a scoff of laughter about the infamous brothel a mere walk away. "Master of the House has already started me a tab. An' very kind of him too."

He dresses the three wounds with an ease that suggests practice but with patience that suggests it's been a while, then glances back to Vesper. "You want a ride back?" he asks. "It'll take a few minutes to thaw her out, but I can make it happen."
when I look at something, I see it for what it could be
when I look at something, I see how it ends

Code stolen from Queen Sky

  • Secret Telepath
  • Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
  • Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
  • Click for The Ark!
Vesper Marin
 
Bartender
Age: 22 | Height: 6'2 | Race: Demi-god | Citizenship: Torchline | Level: 6
STR: 24 - DEX: 30 - END: 30 - LUCK: 20 - ARC: 96 - INT: - HP: 180 - BASE ROLL: 50
Played by: Odd
Posts: 667 | Total: 22,698
MP: 2879

#20
VESPER

Vesper lifts the bottle in a small salute, the rum catching faint in the lamplight. "Been around a year, an’ already learned how rare privacy is." The words come with a knowing curl of his mouth, a wry glance toward Jack before he tips another swallow down.

The ice-wrapped cloth draws a grunt of thanks as he takes it, pressing it to his chest with a sharp hiss. His jaw feathers at the sting, though the wolfish grin that follows is unbothered. "Pretty sure all that kindness’ll will end up in Sunjata's favour in the long run," he drawls, voice edged with humour. 

At the offer of a ride, he exhales, shoulders easing as though he’d been holding the question himself. "Ain’t in a rush," he admits, shaking his head, "but yeah. Be nice." The sigh that leaves him fogs the air, his tone steady as his blue eyes flick toward the frozen deck. "If only I'd learned how to teleport instead of whatever the fuck that was up there, huh?"
wake me when it's over
like a bad dream
Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!
☆ has a pale star tattoo beneath his left eye, and freckle-sized constellations move across his skin
☽ hair changes from bleached blonde to brown
☆ telepathic: Sunlit Shadows | The user can read the surface thoughts and emotions of those within a 60ft radius. Control is excellent. Note: "Thoughts and emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
Jack Barclay
 
Captain of the Ark
Age: 37 | Height: 5'10 | Race: Abandoned | Citizenship: King's End | Level: 10
STR: 15 - DEX: 40 - END: 15 - LUCK: 37 - ARC: 92 - INT: 1 - HP: 150 - BASE ROLL: 77
SEVEN - Mythical - Sear Cat
Played by: Honey
Posts: 2,572 | Total: 23,005
MP: 984

#21
JACK
"Never used to be a problem for me. Hopefully that'll be the case in the future again soon, with some exceptions." Never say the captain hasn't learned something from having the Marin triplets in his life. It might have taken a long time and some bumpy roads, but there's no denying the bond that has started to form between him and his star-flecked children.

Scoffing and buttoning his bloody shirt again now that his wounds are dressed, Jack gingerly straightens up from the dress. "Given the amount of trouble I'm about to bring to his shores, only seems right to sprinkle a little kindness at the beginnin'." A little consideration from the ex-governor and all that, just this once.

At the knowledge that he'll accept a ride, Jack gestures towards the deck and the door as if to say whenever you want, before moving to ease himself down in the chair behind his desk. "You never know," he says with a smirk, "teleportation might be next. You're already part of the way there." Misty stepping around as he does.

"Let me know when you wanna head out. For now, if you don't mind, I'm gonna rest on my laurels an' lick my wounds." If Vesper wants to stay, his company is welcome. But if not, there's all of the Castaway Exchange to tickle his fancy in the meantime.

~FIN
when I look at something, I see it for what it could be
when I look at something, I see how it ends

Code stolen from Queen Sky

  • Secret Telepath
  • Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
  • Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
  • Click for The Ark!

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