[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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[b][color=6644ff]Spells:[/color][/b] Shadow Scythe
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Jack wanted to laugh at Klara's bitching. But he didn't. After all, she was only a child, and he was a grown adult. She had a right to be angry with him, anyway. So he shook his head in Runa's direction. [color=6644ff]"It is alright. Her anger towards me is warranted. I deserve it,"[/color] He noted, bluntly. He looked over at the [i]fucking dragon[/i] that Max had become, and had absolutely no idea what he was trying to convey. [color=6644ff]"I speak roughly a hundred extraterrestrial languages, and yet Draconic is not one of them. You know something, though, don't you?"[/color]

Annika seemed to have it covered. A telepathy spell, if his assumption was correct. So while she took care of that, Jack stepped across the room, picking up a half-empty goblet and sniffing it's contents. And then he chucked it through a door, on the off-chance that a stepping disc would open again. Which it didn't. [color=6644ff]"You plan does sound ideal, Madalyne. Though, are you certain you could manage that strain? It wouldn't be wise to put yourself in harm's way. Even then, one does not simply force the portals of Limbo to obey logic. I've made portals a few times since meeting you, and they've only taken me to the wrong places. We could find ourselves on the dead core of a star in the GN-z11 Galaxy, or we could find walk directly into the Astral Plane. Both outcomes are equally likely right now. Though, I suspect I am an outlier at the moment, since my magic comes from planar manipulation itself, and the Veil is blurring the lines between planes as we speak."[/color]

And then there was Witchfire. [color=6644ff]"Even if we could repair the Veil, there is still the matter of an important position not being filled. And the fact that there are so many of us-"[/color] He said "so many" and not "eight" to not touch on Ed's death, [color=6644ff]"-Must mean that something has gone wrong. Ordinarily, a Sorcerer Supreme chooses their successor, meaning this situation shouldn't be happening right now. If we return home now, we won't be able to sort this out, and the Veil will only erode further. The Veil isn't simply damaged, it requires maintenance. Constant, uninterrupted, regular maintenance like a machine. The Sorcerer Supreme is the one who performs that maintenance."[/color]

Looking back at Ed's body, Jack couldn't help but ask about... [i]That.[/i] [color=6644ff]"...I know I am just a stranger, and that we only met hardly an hour ago, but losing someone isn't easy. I am here, if you need someone who will listen,"[/color] he offered. Jack was an arrogant bastard, but he had a heart. [color=6644ff]"He seemed like a kind man."[/color]