[ If he'd known, really known beyond half-thoughts and malformed memories, he'd consider this ironic. Maybe fated. Something written right in the stars for all the goddamn world to see, constellations spelling out his bloody end that should have been obvious from the farthest distance. Twinkling like black holes in the eyes of the mutated carapace (motherfucker he never liked you, danced a fucking jig on your grave when you'd been shipped back to the queen in pieces) spelling out his demise with so many shiny white fangs.
He knew there was a reason he didn't like dogs.
Dirk switches his sword from hand to hand, tapping a beat against the gilded hilt. Lord English was gone and the Condescension was out for blood, Jack had cut ties with the group once his biggest threat was gone and the only reason they weren't dead was due to a timely teleportation. The group of intrepid heroes had been blasted across the cosmos. Most were safe, most were going to get out of this okay - most of them didn't have Jack Noir snapping at their heels. God Tier or not, there's no way he can go when it's pretty obvious that his brother (of sorts because in reality his brother was nothing but waterlogged bones at this point, blasted to smitherins when the world went the way it did) isn't going to be able to keep up with him forever.
They've got a break for now. It won't last long, Jack can sniff them out. ]
Catch some rest. [ He's still mulling over the details of the plan. ]
05.
He knew there was a reason he didn't like dogs.
Dirk switches his sword from hand to hand, tapping a beat against the gilded hilt. Lord English was gone and the Condescension was out for blood, Jack had cut ties with the group once his biggest threat was gone and the only reason they weren't dead was due to a timely teleportation. The group of intrepid heroes had been blasted across the cosmos. Most were safe, most were going to get out of this okay - most of them didn't have Jack Noir snapping at their heels. God Tier or not, there's no way he can go when it's pretty obvious that his brother (of sorts because in reality his brother was nothing but waterlogged bones at this point, blasted to smitherins when the world went the way it did) isn't going to be able to keep up with him forever.
They've got a break for now. It won't last long, Jack can sniff them out. ]
Catch some rest. [ He's still mulling over the details of the plan. ]