I’m not an artist I’m a fucking work of art
They certaintly did hear him. Jack let Eloise go without a fuss, busy watching to make sure the other two thugs were going to go on their merry way and leave them to it. At the sight of their ringleader's body suddenly bursting into black flame, they needed no further encouragement. His boots slowly soaking with dark red, Jack waited for them to be well out of earshot before his blue eyes flicked down to his navigator as she sneakily grabbed at the "Mageglass". "You're so fuckin' naive," he half growled.
And what did he want? "For you to grow some fuckin' common sense, that'd be a good start," he snapped. "You come swannin' through Torchline, makin' yourself known, makin' it known that you're part of my crew, and you pull stupid bullshit like this?" He jerked his head at the bag in her hands.
"I'll eat my left fuckin' bollock if that is actually mageglass," he said. "Who'd you think you are? Raza Ekambe? You know what they'd have done to you down here?" he gestured to the still body on the ground before them. "They'd have fucked you to death. Until somethin' in you broke, and they'd probably have another go before throwin' you in the sea."
And what did he want? "For you to grow some fuckin' common sense, that'd be a good start," he snapped. "You come swannin' through Torchline, makin' yourself known, makin' it known that you're part of my crew, and you pull stupid bullshit like this?" He jerked his head at the bag in her hands.
"I'll eat my left fuckin' bollock if that is actually mageglass," he said. "Who'd you think you are? Raza Ekambe? You know what they'd have done to you down here?" he gestured to the still body on the ground before them. "They'd have fucked you to death. Until somethin' in you broke, and they'd probably have another go before throwin' you in the sea."
