A rogue at heart and in life, Jack has been dodging trouble and rewriting Torchline’s rules for as long as most can remember. Though his slight, rugged exterior might seem easy to overlook in the crowded alleys of Haulani, a sharper look reveals a man as dangerous as he is enigmatic. With an infamous reputation and razor-sharp wit, matched with eyes that see and say more than most can handle, Jack's real weapon lies not in his stance but in his piercing blue gaze—and a telepathic edge no one knows about. Recent endeavours—like romancing Torchline's queen and trading favours for children with Safrin—show that while Jack may lack a conventional moral compass, he’s bound only by his own ambitions.
Congratulations, Jack!
Credits
Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
Skinning and hosting by the epically talented Kaons, and functionality fanciness by the coding magic of Neowulf. If you ever see either of them around, make sure to show them some love!
Sunlit Shadows (mastered) | 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.
Type: Grey | Style: Offensive | Level: Mastered
Deadly Recall | Can recall 1, or 2, or 3 of her feathers to her hand, within a range of 30ft. Recalled daggers do 1/2 damage when recalled.
Rescue (Mastered) | Remi can bring a fellow Old God demigod to his side in a time of crisis for three concurrent posts. One use per thread. If the summoned demigod also has mastered this ability, they can remain until the end of the thread.
maybe i'm a runaway train, maybe i'm a feather in a hurricane
It had been months since Remi had last seen the Nightengale. He'd always assumed that Phoebe was merely keeping her head down and doing Frey's work; perhaps she'd finally been made a demigod and had been swept away. Only now did it occur to him, after all this time, that he owed her much more than mere assumptions of her wellbeing.
Dressed simply in a plain white t-shirt and tan pants, the alchemist pushes open the door to the brothel, looking as though he might be a regular customer given his familiarity with the place. True, he hadn't visited in seasons, but having helped construct and defend this building once upon a time, its layout was still quite firmly rooted in his mind. Not waiting to be assisted by one of the staff, instead, Remi immediately heads towards the ornate banister and up the stairs, the top of which would lead to a door, which in turn would lead to Phoebe's apartments.
Or, would have at one point in time.
THE LULLABY
maybe it's a long gray game, but maybe that's a good thing
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
At one point it was, in fact, Phoebe's apartment. That was no longer the case. The girls waited and waited and waited for any word from their Madame. There hadn't been a single letter, message, or any communication since she left. Which was some time ago. With Phoebe gone the upstairs apartment remained empty for some time. Until Maeve moved in. She was effectively acting as the Madame in every way but title. Why shouldn't she have the nice room?
As Remi approaches the door, there is nothing to be heard. This area is just as soundproof as the rest of the rooms within the brothel. Had there been sound to greet him, perhaps he would have hesitated before opening the door. Given that isn't the case, he's instead met with a cacophony of sounds. Moans, grunts, cursing, and skin against skin. They don't stop when the door opens. Whoever makes up this tangle of limbs on the bed clearly uncaring of their company. It isn't until the man makes a final thrust of his hips and the woman's moans dissolve into panting that they finally notice.
Maeve glances over her shoulder, brows knitting together before a slow smile spreads on her lips. "Well, I wasn't expecting any extra company, but I wouldn't turn it down." She shoves at Locke's hip, urging him off of her so she can climb from the bed. Maeve doesn't bother reaching for a robe as she approaches Remi, looking him over from head to toe. "Especially not from someone like you," Maeve coos, reaching out to finger at the collar of his shirt, smoothing a hand over his chest before it drops back to her side. "Unless you aren't here for that?"
With her sweetened breath, and her tongue so mean She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene
Sunlit Shadows (mastered) | 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.
Type: Grey | Style: Offensive | Level: Mastered
Deadly Recall | Can recall 1, or 2, or 3 of her feathers to her hand, within a range of 30ft. Recalled daggers do 1/2 damage when recalled.
Rescue (Mastered) | Remi can bring a fellow Old God demigod to his side in a time of crisis for three concurrent posts. One use per thread. If the summoned demigod also has mastered this ability, they can remain until the end of the thread.
maybe i'm a runaway train, maybe i'm a feather in a hurricane
Rather than entering a room occupied by scents of sweet tea and honeysuckle, as Remi pushes the door open, it's to find a woman who is decidedly not Phoebe. Witnessing sex in a brothel of all places shouldn't have surprised the alchemist as much as it did, but then again, despite the Nightengale being close to Frey, associating her with sex was one of the very last traits he'd have ascribed. "Oh." He mumbles lamely, the sway of Maeve's breasts and Locke's grunt making his thoughts a sudden haze. Blinking at them a moment longer than he likely should have, Remi steps back from the doorway, his eyebrows knotted together in confusion.
What?
Had Phoebe been inside? Was this...a...lesson? Was...she helping them..? Were they..?
But suddenly Maeve is before him, petite and smelling of sex, with her hand against his chest and her finger beneath his collar. She's met by confused green eyes and cheeks flushed with colour as Remi resists the urge to bashfully ruffle his fingers through his curls.
"I...was looking for Phoebe. Isn't this..?" He turns his head toward the door, meaning to communicate, isn't this her room?, before the sight of a naked Locke has him abruptly averting his eyes toward the ceiling.
THE LULLABY
maybe it's a long gray game, but maybe that's a good thing
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Oh. Well that certainly explains it. Maeve sighs, turning away from him to reach for a robe that's hanging from a rack tucked next to the door. Thin arms slip into satin sleeves and she quickly belts it around her waist. Her attention turns to Locke who is still sprawling naked on her bed already slipping into a post coital nap when Remi clearly averts his gaze. Some people were so weird when it came to nudity. The small woman breezes over, tossing a spare blanket over his waist before finally fixing her eyes back on Remi.
"It was, but not anymore. Phoebe is..." She trails off, brows knitting together as she seems to chew on her words for a moment. "Gone. Has been for some time. Come in and have a seat." Maeve motions towards the small table nestled next to one of the windows. A small tea set already rests on the top, a gentle steam rising from the spout of the pot. She pads with bare feet over to the table, settling into one of the chairs and pouring herself a cup.
She carefully places two cubes of sugar into the soft amber liquid, stirring it gently, "I'm assuming you're a friend of hers?" Maeve takes a slow sip from her tea, letting the warm liquid soothe her. "Oh! Sorry, I'm Maeve. Forgive me. Post orgasm brain." She laughs, waving her hand dismissively.
With her sweetened breath, and her tongue so mean She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene
Sunlit Shadows (mastered) | 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.
