it's not your fault that you're always wrong
Having followed after Melita almost on autopilot, Jack is quietly overwhelmed observing the thoughts of all those present, including the way strange and sudden inclinations spike through them. Between stifled screams, the sight of someone leaping through the fire (and getting naked?), and some guy dancing by himself, it's beginning to feel a lot like Torchline.
Indeed, he manages to swivel his attention back to Mel just in time to see her starting a fight, something which would ordinarily delight him, only as he watches things develop (and swiftly start to fall apart), the captain is seized by an urge of his own. "Hey," he calls to Mel, and although he'd prefer to piggyback her the fuck out of there, that requires a little more cooperation than he thinks she'll want to give.
So it's more like a fireman's carry, the captain trying to hoist the admittedly feisty, angry Honeybee over his shoulder. It looks like he's trying to help, probably.
Indeed, he manages to swivel his attention back to Mel just in time to see her starting a fight, something which would ordinarily delight him, only as he watches things develop (and swiftly start to fall apart), the captain is seized by an urge of his own. "Hey," he calls to Mel, and although he'd prefer to piggyback her the fuck out of there, that requires a little more cooperation than he thinks she'll want to give.
So it's more like a fireman's carry, the captain trying to hoist the admittedly feisty, angry Honeybee over his shoulder. It looks like he's trying to help, probably.
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.
