one; in which a carapaced monster observes. [OPEN]

[aceofspades]

Characters: Jack Noir, Open!
Format: [Action]/Prose/2nd person MSPA-style: specify preferred style in subject!
This log is: open
Location: Anywhere on campus! Just specify a location and Jack will make his way over there.
Summary: A somewhat displeased new arrival explores the premises.
Warnings: Language, unquestionably. Violent thoughts, possibly. BE WARNED.

Someone was going to pay for this.

As for who exactly would be paying, well, Jack had long since stopped focusing on that. Details, details. The particulars of retribution could always be adjusted later, and really, for the moment "everyone in sight" seemed a good enough target. Hell, why restrict himself? Everyone in this goddamn place was going to die by his hand. Sometime. As soon as he found a weapon - no, as soon as he found his weapon (Cú Chulainn, a forgotten voice whispers, and Jack forces it out of his mind) - there would be blood.

Ideally, by that point, he'd also have some other things back. Like the strength and speed he was accustomed to. And flight. Truth be told, he wanted that back almost as much as the sword. Cú Chulainn, the voice insistently whispered once more, to which Jack responded in no uncertain terms that if it wanted to get all cocky like that the next time he saw it there'd be a hand through its throat. It didn't respond - Jack took this to be a small victory.

However, the ruin of this little haven could wait for now, as sick as the pretty little place made him. Hell, even the death of the peons standing in his way would just have to be put aside for now. Civility had its uses, here, and if nothing else years of working as Derse's Archagent made him eminently qualified to be its sole ambassador. So, for now, he was stalking about the campus, memorizing every detail of every location (it paid to be informed, after all) before briskly moving to the next.

He would find what there was to know in this place. He would rise to the top of this stupid system. And whenever the chance presented itself, he would shatter it.

Comments

/present tense prose forever

[bitofafiction]

After a while, Jack might notice that he himself is under close observation.

Sherlock is very subtle, and it could be a coincidence that he has gone everywhere Jack has gone for the last few minutes, but the odds of that decrease with every passing second.

Prose~

[monkeystail]

She had noticed the... thing by the place people arrived by, had followed a bit but kept to any trees, and was now glaring at him from a tree behind the closed building. There had been one woman who smelled off, most others here seemed normal enough for humans. But this one...

"You stink," Huashi stated with another good stare from her perch, tail curled around the branch; it was more said to confirm this vocally to herself, rather than for him to hear it. She wasn't sure he was close enough to hear.