JACK
Guess, the Table says (Jack supposes anyway), and he's supposed to make a stab in the dark on the basis of what, exactly? A shiny blue back and the taste of paint? Raising his eyebrows and looking just as thoroughly unimpressed as he imagines the rest of the group clustered around are, he starts to consider his guess. Honestly, though, he's not even sure whether or not he wants whatever it is this disembodied... thing at the Night Market thinks is worth winning.
All of this, naturally, does sweet fuck all to get him any closer to being away from the Table or leaving with his 'prize', and so with a long, deep breath, Jack waves a hand imperiously and takes a stab in the dark.
"Is it a set of blue paints?"
Jack guesses a blue paintset.
All of this, naturally, does sweet fuck all to get him any closer to being away from the Table or leaving with his 'prize', and so with a long, deep breath, Jack waves a hand imperiously and takes a stab in the dark.
"Is it a set of blue paints?"
Jack guesses a blue paintset.
you wanted perfect, you got your perfect
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
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.
