Jack's victory gesture froze as he heard what sounded like a duffel bag full of English that had been topped up with wet cement and thrown off the top of a skyscraper, before bursting messily and incoherently on to the pavement below. He spun around, his perfectly sculpted arms still raised in victory, to examine the source of the mangled English. He spotted a young woman, red-haired and grumpy looking, clad only in red and black pajamas, which were lovingly clinging to every curve of her body as the rain plastered it down to her skin. Jack casually flicked the tentacle that was hanging off his shoulder, running his eyes up and down the woman.Dakarne wrote:Emily directed her attention to the nearby blond-haired man who'd apparently exploded an octopus and was throwing his hands up in victory. As she drew closer, her vision cleared up enough so that she could see he was wearing very little other than a pair of baggy shorts and the splattered remains of the octopus. There was a sucker-covered tentacle drooping over one shoulder, and more than enough ichor matting his hair that he looked more generally ridiculous than victorious; but that was actually true of most fight endings. But he seemed to be enjoying himself, and in fact looked enough like an outright idiot to be a generally harmless person to ask directions of. She walked over to him, glad of the fact that she was basically invulnerable as she made her way through the glassy crater.
'Excuse me?' Emily called out to him. 'Aye, you! The only ane here theck enough tae be wearin' less in this crappy weather than I am...'
"Hey hey Ginger! Didn't quite catch what you said there, but who cares right? Did you see me explode that octopus?"
Jack laughed as he stepped over to the young lady and swung a chiseled arm around her neck, mindless of the fact that he was covered in octopus entrails. He pointed with his other arm to the group of people waving guns around, and looked down at the woman he had his arm draped around.
"You with these guys? You lot bring me here? I was surfing and I was totally going to score with some chicks before that octopus came, but it tried to mess with the wrong guy. I'm Jack, the greatest man in the world. You might have guessed that already, but you know what they say, always introduce yourself, it's only polite, am I right?" Jack laughed, throwing her a wink as he did.
Jack then shot a look down at himself, covered in ichor and ink, and down at Ginger, as he was able to look easily at the top of her head. At this point in time the top of her head wasn't what he was looking at though. Though Jack couldn't feel it and shrugged the rain off easily, it was clearly cold.
"Hey, sorry, what am I thinking? I'm covered in muck, you're soaked to the bone. What say we find somewhere dry and get out of these drenched clothes, hey?" he asked, the confidence all but bursting from his eyes.