[ it's good that jack registered nearly the second he came into the world, because he's been doing a lot of traveling between the porter cities for this job. it's both entertaining, and really fucking annoying. do your own bitch-errands, francis. de chima isn't his favorite city (jack really enjoys the night life in maurtia falls best), but it's not terrible.
aside from the nightmarish bird screeching happening down one (1) dark alley to the left. jack seriously considers not looking into it, because that's just asking to be grossly murdered. however, there's also some banging going on, and sounds of scuffling. pass by and ignore it, possibly letting someone be murdered? or risk also being murdered and check it out? well, he didn't look into a conceal and carry license upon coming into this world for nothing. here we go.
a fucking nightmare bird-person. that's what it is. he'd been hoping there was something a little less literally what it sounded like, but no. that's it. something out of a horror film, trying to rip a teenager to shreds. and, even as it's line of sight passes over jack, doesn't seem at all interested in him - just the kid. he could still back out of this, pretend he never saw it. ...and know he let this kid die.
fuck. ]
Get down! [ is all Jack's shouting before he's pulling the pistol out from the shoulder holster hidden under his suit jacket. he's a war veteran in a world full of people with ridiculously destructive superpowers. of course he carries a fucking gun with him. and it a pretty good shot with it, as he fires off several rounds at the bird-thing. lord, it's ugly. ]
Jack & Ronan & Birdfriend, this log is now also a catch all
aside from the nightmarish bird screeching happening down one (1) dark alley to the left. jack seriously considers not looking into it, because that's just asking to be grossly murdered. however, there's also some banging going on, and sounds of scuffling. pass by and ignore it, possibly letting someone be murdered? or risk also being murdered and check it out? well, he didn't look into a conceal and carry license upon coming into this world for nothing. here we go.
a fucking nightmare bird-person. that's what it is. he'd been hoping there was something a little less literally what it sounded like, but no. that's it. something out of a horror film, trying to rip a teenager to shreds. and, even as it's line of sight passes over jack, doesn't seem at all interested in him - just the kid. he could still back out of this, pretend he never saw it. ...and know he let this kid die.
fuck. ]
Get down! [ is all Jack's shouting before he's pulling the pistol out from the shoulder holster hidden under his suit jacket. he's a war veteran in a world full of people with ridiculously destructive superpowers. of course he carries a fucking gun with him. and it a pretty good shot with it, as he fires off several rounds at the bird-thing. lord, it's ugly. ]