Post by Jack Harkness on Sept 28, 2013 16:36:55 GMT -5
Jack flew straight into a Hollow, fist crushing ploughing into its face. It was another typical day on the job – just get rid of anything that seemed to get in the way. Like Hollows, or Togabitos. He didn’t particularly like fighting – he did it well enough, but he often complained about it while he did so. And even then, he would often try to talk the enemy down before he fought them – he’d had a few one-night stands that way. And, while not all of them stopped wreaking havoc afterwards, he had managed to convince most of them that not all humans were bad.
However, there was no flirting with a mindless beast. At least Arrancars and Togabitos had at least some semblance of thought – the more mindless of Hollows, however were more like rabid dogs than anything. That wasn’t to say he hadn’t tried to in the past – whenever one showed something resembling conscious thought, he would try and talk them down, or play their confidence to his advantage. It hadn’t worked so far, given that they all seemed to care more about getting a snack than getting laid, but Jack supposed that he just couldn’t have everyone. Not that he wouldn’t try, obviously.
The Hollow was easy enough to deal with – just punch it a few times, and it was incapacitated. While he was a part of the Consecro, Jack was never the kind of person to want to knock the world out of balance. Hence, why he always waited for a Shinigami to come by. If one didn’t come by once five minutes had passed, he usually just dealt with the Hollow, and went on his way. Now in casual mode, Jack let his visor dissipate, revealing his face. One that, while battle-hardened, never seemed to lose that charm only the most charismatic could carry with them. A tune was whistled – one he knew, but never recognised.
The waits were never that entertaining.
However, there was no flirting with a mindless beast. At least Arrancars and Togabitos had at least some semblance of thought – the more mindless of Hollows, however were more like rabid dogs than anything. That wasn’t to say he hadn’t tried to in the past – whenever one showed something resembling conscious thought, he would try and talk them down, or play their confidence to his advantage. It hadn’t worked so far, given that they all seemed to care more about getting a snack than getting laid, but Jack supposed that he just couldn’t have everyone. Not that he wouldn’t try, obviously.
The Hollow was easy enough to deal with – just punch it a few times, and it was incapacitated. While he was a part of the Consecro, Jack was never the kind of person to want to knock the world out of balance. Hence, why he always waited for a Shinigami to come by. If one didn’t come by once five minutes had passed, he usually just dealt with the Hollow, and went on his way. Now in casual mode, Jack let his visor dissipate, revealing his face. One that, while battle-hardened, never seemed to lose that charm only the most charismatic could carry with them. A tune was whistled – one he knew, but never recognised.
The waits were never that entertaining.
