[ Jack was never the sort to ever shy away from some new adventure, especially if it gave him the opportunity to find something new, or someone new. And of course, there was always that certain thrill that could only be found by diving headlong into something unknown where he may not even return home. It was a stupid idea, he knew, but it was an old habit that he just couldn't seem to shake.
He'd managed to get ahold of one of the more affordable masks, sadly unable to flirt his way to get parts for one of the nicer ones at the better price, but still, he wasn't particularly worried about his health. His mind was another story, and something he'd want to keep safe if the stories he'd heard were true. A man with as long of a life as Jack had and been to as many places as he had had much to fear and far too many demons he'd rather not get dragged out into the open.
He wasn't entirely sure what to expect when he came in through the mist, but the island that he'd picked stretched out for miles and miles, and was thick with strange and colourful foliage that stretched up and up through the mists, aching for the sun that lay beyond the blanket. Down below the canopy of trees was brush that tangled and wove itself along the ground, hiding whatever might have called it home rather effectively, and as Jack departed the vessel, he could feel the dense blanket of the forest floor, rife with dead leaves and what he would have called ferns. Aside from the mist, he found it was still rather humid, as one might have expected from a forest like this and made breathing through his makeshift mask somewhat difficult. Still, it could be exciting, especially if they were to find anything new or rare. ]
Well? Let's get to it, shall we? Sample bags ready.. no idea what we might find out here.
Jack Harkness | Whoniverse
[ Jack was never the sort to ever shy away from some new adventure, especially if it gave him the opportunity to find something new, or someone new. And of course, there was always that certain thrill that could only be found by diving headlong into something unknown where he may not even return home. It was a stupid idea, he knew, but it was an old habit that he just couldn't seem to shake.
He'd managed to get ahold of one of the more affordable masks, sadly unable to flirt his way to get parts for one of the nicer ones at the better price, but still, he wasn't particularly worried about his health. His mind was another story, and something he'd want to keep safe if the stories he'd heard were true. A man with as long of a life as Jack had and been to as many places as he had had much to fear and far too many demons he'd rather not get dragged out into the open.
He wasn't entirely sure what to expect when he came in through the mist, but the island that he'd picked stretched out for miles and miles, and was thick with strange and colourful foliage that stretched up and up through the mists, aching for the sun that lay beyond the blanket. Down below the canopy of trees was brush that tangled and wove itself along the ground, hiding whatever might have called it home rather effectively, and as Jack departed the vessel, he could feel the dense blanket of the forest floor, rife with dead leaves and what he would have called ferns. Aside from the mist, he found it was still rather humid, as one might have expected from a forest like this and made breathing through his makeshift mask somewhat difficult. Still, it could be exciting, especially if they were to find anything new or rare. ]
Well? Let's get to it, shall we? Sample bags ready.. no idea what we might find out here.