<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgbox.com/MEGptC0X.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Jacqueline Gabrielle LeBeau – Roulette (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=347243.msg16349352#msg16349352)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Marvels Building Upstate New York City<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black Leather pants, Doc Martens, Ramones T-shirt<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>OPEN<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>None<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Jac couldn’t argue with Pandemic’s assessment of his own abilities. He knew them best, after all. It certainly wasn’t her place to tell him how to use them, or improve them. “Sounds good t’ me,” she agreed.<br/><br/>Long before anyone else arrived in the cafeteria, Jacqueline’s sensitive hearing warned of an impending arrival. Though she’d only become acquainted with the sounds made by the Goblin’s glider and other accoutrements, the noises made by them were distinctive, and she’d committed them to memory. By the time metal clanged against the cafeteria door, she was whispering under her breath at her companion. “Head’s up. Company’s comin.’”<br/><br/>The Goblin’s arrival was dramatic, as Jac had come to expect from the man. But she didn’t rise to his quip. “It’s just breakfast,<em>homme</em>. No need t’ read any’tin’ into it,” Jac replied, continuing to eat as the sound of the twirling pumpkin bomb filled her ears. “You know I can absorb de energy o’ dat,” she added, unconcerned, as she took another bite. She was about to answer his second question when the sound of approaching footsteps heralded the arrival of another person. Thankfully, it was a face she knew.<br/><br/>The new man had a quick wit, something Jac had always liked about him. But there was one thing …<br/><br/>“I told you, it’s just Jac,<em>homme</em>,” she drawled, looking up at Kenichi where he stood across the table as one corner of her mouth drew up in a lopsided smile. "An' please do."<br/><br/>When the conversation turned back to tabasco, Jacqueline chuckled softly. “I just grabbed ‘de first “Sriracha woulda been better.” She titled her head for a moment. “Looks like de wonder twins are optin’ fer another kind o’ meal,” she observed wryly. “You see ‘em on yer way in, Harada?”<br/>