Jacque listened silently to what Luna had to say, and while he made no fuss when she requested Estelle assisted him the tip of his tail twitched ever so slightly in annoyance. It was not that he disliked Estelle, nor was it that he preferred to be alone, the source of his annoyance was a desire to do things his way at his own pace unless specifically told otherwise. Still, orders were orders, so rather than fuss Jacque gave a curt nod and gripped the railing, "[b][color=f26522]So long as there's meat in it, i'm down for whatever.[/color][/b]".

He made no attempt to speak about what had come to be known by the flock as "freedom day". It was a day worth celebrating for certain, however some parts of Jacque's mind simply couldn't let him enjoy the thought of being without restraint without reminding him exactly what he'd escaped from. In his subconscious Jacque could still clearly remember every scalpel incision, chemical injection, and training session as if it had just happened yesterday. Worse still, he couldn't truly enjoy freedom day without remembering that in the end he was created to be nothing more than an insurance policy, just a tool to be used to terminate another group of experiments. It dehumanized him in ways that genetic modification couldn't even begin to compare to.

Jacque snapped out of his thoughts as he realized his knuckles were beginning to turn white from his grip, and threw himself over the railing. After hitting the ground with a solid thump and a grunt, Jacque unfurled his wings and allowed them to stretch to their full glory. Jacque's wings may have been considered drab in comparison to some of the others, but as far as he was concerned, they were fourteen feet of reddish brown majesty. He flapped them a few times to get a feel for the flight to come, kicking up a bit of dust with each broad movement before turning back to the group above him, specifically his partner for the day, "[color=f26522][b]Ready whenever you are, ya munchkin.[/b][/color]" he jeered. Despite the taunt, Jacque's tone held no malice, only a hint of mirth as he waited for the youngest of the group to join him.