Name: Jack 'Jekyll' Mason<br/>Tags:<strong>Jugo</strong>,<em>Marc</em>, Rautilus, Nick, Ayr, Zed, The rest of the Club<br/><br/>Jack had been following the man who had released him from his cage until both he and the rest of the ‘muscle’ had their progress blocked. Upon hearing that the man who was blocking the path was a 'brother': Jack's rage began to bubble forth. At the moment though, his judgement told him that  He shouldn't kill the man: If only because of his new employer. As such, he barely resisted the urge to put him through a wall...Barely. He heard the twirling archon, with his fancy guns, talk and prance and show of the potent weapon, he remained unmoving, taking the weapon, but 'politely' removing his arm from around him. The Archon shared a canine gene with him. That didn't make them best-ies. His focus was on the Vampire, as he tried hard to ignore the urge to gut the Brother.<br/><br/>That was until the Vampire opened his mouth. He didn't need to have a Werewolf's keen nose to realise that the man spouted nothing but bullshit. He was happy enough to ignore the man...Until his words turned to him. The Moronic Vampire offered him Amnesty? For a second time in the night, Jack felt the urge to transform overtake logic. This times though, only a partial transformation. His teeth elongated and sharpened, becoming fangs. A similar transformation came to his hands. Replaced with paws and claws, sharp and lethal. He quickly brought his hand up towards Jugo's neck and, in a flash, had the vampire at a death threat. Jack's eyes looked feral and, combined with the less than human teeth, struck a deadly image. His words were loud, his voice booming and guttural and angry as he spoke out to the man.<br/><br/>"Amnesty? What makes you think I want Amnesty? I'm going to carve the last 10 years of my life into every member of the brotherhood who crosses me with my own fucking claws! Only circumstances prevent you from being the first of the many corpses I'm going to carve up that belong to the Brother's Fallen."<br/><br/>It seemed humanity was preserving: just. His newly formed loyalty, as fragile as it remained, kept Jack from fighting or, more likely, killing the Vampire. Although the menace and the threat was there, that was all it was...Threats. Jack pushed past the stairs, physically pushing every person who stood in his way out of it: Jugo included. He showed no respect for the vampire as he headed for the bar. All the crowds parted from the feral looking man, avoiding him for the most part. In a bar populated by scary motherfuckers, Jack stood out at that moment as the man most likely to kill someone. He padded over to the bar, looking for a drink...Anything to distract the pounding desires of his more feral side: Who had oh-so-nearly broken through and ripped the vampire in half.<br/>