[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=6644ff]Jack Hawthorne[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/1071511694637006920/1107753925676900392/20230515_153755_0000.png?width=1111&height=625[/img][hr][b][color=6644ff]Location:[/color][/b] Limbo
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[i]Don't laugh at the stab, don't laugh at the stab, don't-[/i]

Witchfire answered his question. That was a vague answer. Her father could've been Belasco, or someone else entirely. She didn't sound like Ananym, but time changed people. Nevertheless, he'd put that information in the back of his mind for the foreseeable future. Jack wasn't about to start jumping to conclusion out of the gate- literally, given the castle- over rumors. It was good to see that Madalyne and Annika were relatively fine, and it appeared everyone present would have some sense of peace for the moment. Some rest while they got answers over tea. It would be nice to finally get some damn answers. His dinner was getting cold.

Jack trailed behind everyone, taking a moment to thank both Mercymorn and Butter Rum for their trouble, and watching the movements of everyone who followed Witchfire into the castle. Madalyne seemed to know the older man, her father apparently? That explained a lot. With the Bone Fashion Twink tended to, nothing stood out. The halls of her domain were ominous, like anything in Limbo. His eyes darted carefully from one shadow to the next, expecting the torchlight to hide figures in the dark, or one of the suits of armor to be someone blending in to ambush them. All too often, there was a fool who felt offended by Jack's existence, and considered themselves bold enough to strike from his own domain. He was ready for the slightest misstep in peace.

Upon entering the throne room, the scenery was nothing alarming to Jack. The scattered remains of murder victims were a delectable form of dinner in another place, after all. He took a seat near the middle of the table, where he could keep his attention on everything at once, and give equal amounts of it to everyone present. Everyone who wore the same clock as Jack was powerful in their own right, they were here tonight for a reason. Could they hold their own, from within the walls of this place if the truce turned out to be a trap? He couldn't say, arriving so late as he had. So for now, Jack rolled with the punches. 

"October." How did that line up, he wondered.

[color=6644ff]"It seems as if most of us have been brought here without warning,"[/color] he observed, upon hearing Carolina and one of the strangers' answer. That was two, on top of himself, Annika, and Madalyne. Leaning back in his seat and keeping his elbows off the table out of respect for manners in someone else's home, Jack steepled his hands together in a very philosophical way. He appeared to be in deep thought at the moment. [color=6644ff]"I also received a letter, at the same time as the cloak and amulet we all have duplicates of. It was written by earth's now-deceased Sorcerer Supreme. A portal opened itself beneath me, and I fell into Limbo not long ago."[/color] He elected not to launch into the same bit about how they were here to [i]presumably[/i] prevent earth from colliding with Limbo on an abstract, cosmic scale. [i]Or[/i] the part about how they seemed to be pulled from differently places in time itself just as indiscriminately as their physical locations. This was not the time to strike fear and confusion in such a wide group. Besides, if someone else had their own interpretation, he was open to that.