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!
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Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
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05-18-2021, 10:36 PM (This post was last modified: 05-19-2021, 09:04 PM by Varus.)
I lie awake and wonder why I feel this way, so far away
Apparently he’s decided to take a trek to Halo during one of the worst possible times he could. He doesn’t know it at the time, obviously, but it’s quite evident when he arrives back in the Grounds and immediately hears of what’s become of the Infirmary. Luckily for him he’d brought his things with him when he’d taken his trip, all except for the arm that remained and the bed he stayed in while there.
The unlucky part, though, is it sounds like most if not all of it has been lost. And in the days after people are finally gossiping about the deaths that occurred. Worry grips him in his stomach in a way it hasn’t in a long while, and it’s with abandoning every single other plan of his return to the grounds that he shifts the pack on his back, a stony, somber face that meets the green door as his first and only stop.
He hopes she's physically okay. He knows her well enough by now to know she likely isn’t mentally, but maybe he can be there for her if she’ll have him — even if it was too late to save the Infirmary.
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It's been a couple of days, and Isla lives and learns and gets on with things. Stiff upper lip, keep calm and carry on and all that twee bullshit. She has made a very rough go at an in-house infirmary in her living room; she can't house patients here and almost every piece of equipment she owns is nothing but ash and dust and rubble, but what she does have, she uses.
The sofa is a treatment bed now, and the coffee table and several shelves house her poultices, herbs, supplies and other medicines. She has started a few new medical files too, for the patients who visit. But the work she'd been doing, and the text she'd borrowed from Sam in the Atheneum to try and expand the Grounds' medical knowledge? Gone.
When the tap at the door comes, she's busy wiping down surfaces and opening windows to let the place air out from her last patient. It's dark inside the house and out - call Isla crazy, but lighting a lantern after her labour of love burned down isn't something she's keen to do. But as she opens the door and recognises the face outside, something in her softens. "Hello Varus," she murmurs. "Would you like to come in?"
ISLA
when it's just the two of us, only the two of us, I could die
05-19-2021, 08:57 PM (This post was last modified: 05-19-2021, 09:04 PM by Varus.)
I lie awake and wonder why I feel this way, so far away
He knocks and he waits, and when she answers? He can tell that the air of excitement and playfulness is gone. He doesn’t blame her, he’s feeling much of the same. While the Infirmary wasn’t his livelihood, it had been his temporary home. It had been where he’d stayed, where he’d met her, where she’d taken his arm off and helped spur on a new kind of life since his rising from the seeming dead.
So his face is somber as he scans her briefly, hears her question, and while he hates that he has to say yes, because he has nowhere else to go, he does nod to her. But as he goes to step in, it’s just to cross the distance, to wrap his arms around her in a tight hug, to tuck her in against him. “I’m so sorry, Isla.” It’s a deeper rumble, a sort of sadness that comes with complete understanding of what it was like to lose one of the things that meant the most to you.
-500 MP Receive a custom item (Accepted only)
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Type: Grey | Style: Offensive | Level: Basic
Tentacle Rod | An enchanted rod ending in three writhing tentacles. Outside of combat, the tentacles have a tend
Receive a custom item (Accepted only)
Skyboat | A small schooner capable of travelling to adjacent boards. Travels at the same speed as a wagon/pleasure boat.
Skip a levelling requirement (100x the requirement level. Skipping a requirement at level 2 costs 200, at level 10 costs 1000)
Skipping 1 x level 6 requirement for 600MP
Skip a levelling requirement (100x the requirement level. Skipping a requirement at level 2 costs 200, at level 10 costs 1000).
Skipping for a Level 10 requirement.
She doesn't expect it, to be drawn so close so quickly, and the tension all bleeds out of her as she's tucked in tight against Varus's chest. Her arms slip around him in return, Isla burying her face against the side of his neck, surprising herself in the way her throat suddenly feels tight. It has been days since the infirmary burned down, days since she started to rebuild - the little she's been able to, anyway - and suddenly it's his presence that is making her cave in.
"It sucks," she whispers eventually, quietly furious in a way she hasn't been able to show since it happened. "Like... a lot." Slowly drawing back, she absently smooths out his shirt as if to apologise for making such a mess, before ushering him inside properly and closing the door behind them. "You heard what happened, then?" It's a stupid question, but it's all she's got.
ISLA
when it's just the two of us, only the two of us, I could die
I lie awake and wonder why I feel this way, so far away
He steps in, wraps her up tightly against his chest, his arms snaking around her to keep her close as her head tucks in against his neck. “Yeah.” He comments his quiet support, hand rising to cup the back of her head — however fleeting it is before she’s drawing back and he lets her, but he doesn’t go far. He stays near her as she closes the door and the expression on his face is almost a mix of regret paired with her sorrow.
“I did. I’m sorry I wasn’t here to help… I went to Halo for a few days.” The frown tugs at his face as he reaches up to run his metal hand through his hair, lips quirking into a deeper frown before he’s looking around the makeshift infirmary, until the blue of his gaze lands back on Isla. “Aside from everything… Are you okay? Can I help with anything?” What he wouldn’t give to be able to try and help her with whatever it was she needed, to try and make this easier for her.
