[ Jack is surprised when she offers a cigarette, and he'll take it without any hesitation, since he's a casual smoker. In fact, now that it's being offered, he's a bit glad for it, since smoking helps him concentrate. Or at least, he thinks it does.]
Yep, Angel and Rhys. Which, no surprise about Rhys, since he used to work for the same place I do, but Angel, don't know much about her.
[ He'll take the lighter (so long as she offers it), lights it, then takes a drag from his cigarette thoughtfully. ]
Which, unrelated, but worth noting, she's-- Well, you might not know about 'em, since they're, uh, rare, to say the least, but she's a Siren. By rare, I'm talkin' only six of them can evert exist at one time. [ He motions to the side of his body where Angel's tattoos would sit ] You can tell by the tats. Anyways, my point for mentioning that is that Sirens have crazy powers. Like, no two are the same, so I couldn't tell you what might be up with Angel here, but they're pretty damn powerful.
[ Of course, unbeknownst to him, he's talking to someone who possesses rather Siren-like powers... Considering how rare such a thing is, he feels it's worth noting, and he's also unaware that any of those abilities are gone. But.
He waves a hand dismissively, since that's more just information he's tossing out there because he has no idea that it's quite a bit more personal than the detached way he's explaining it now. He moves on to address the rest of what she's said. ]
I mean— Gonna be honest here, with odds like that? Any jackoff idiot is gonna have a pretty good idea of who made the program. So, first of all, I'll take odds of one third, second-- I mean, I know. I'm putting myself at risk here offering to make something like that, but, eh, better than just sitting around with a thumb up my ass, right? [ There's another drag here, and he motions generally towards her ] I'll see what I can do. No promises, but I don't mind putting that target on my back. I think it'll help, so I've got no complaints trying.
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Yep, Angel and Rhys. Which, no surprise about Rhys, since he used to work for the same place I do, but Angel, don't know much about her.
[ He'll take the lighter (so long as she offers it), lights it, then takes a drag from his cigarette thoughtfully. ]
Which, unrelated, but worth noting, she's-- Well, you might not know about 'em, since they're, uh, rare, to say the least, but she's a Siren. By rare, I'm talkin' only six of them can evert exist at one time. [ He motions to the side of his body where Angel's tattoos would sit ] You can tell by the tats. Anyways, my point for mentioning that is that Sirens have crazy powers. Like, no two are the same, so I couldn't tell you what might be up with Angel here, but they're pretty damn powerful.
[ Of course, unbeknownst to him, he's talking to someone who possesses rather Siren-like powers... Considering how rare such a thing is, he feels it's worth noting, and he's also unaware that any of those abilities are gone. But.
He waves a hand dismissively, since that's more just information he's tossing out there because he has no idea that it's quite a bit more personal than the detached way he's explaining it now. He moves on to address the rest of what she's said. ]
I mean— Gonna be honest here, with odds like that? Any jackoff idiot is gonna have a pretty good idea of who made the program. So, first of all, I'll take odds of one third, second-- I mean, I know. I'm putting myself at risk here offering to make something like that, but, eh, better than just sitting around with a thumb up my ass, right? [ There's another drag here, and he motions generally towards her ] I'll see what I can do. No promises, but I don't mind putting that target on my back. I think it'll help, so I've got no complaints trying.