Name: Jack 'Jack' Mason<br/>Location: Main Room<br/>Tagging:<strong> Ariel </strong>, Marc, Izzy & Jared, Clarissa<br/><br/>_________<br/><br/>When his hand and hers gripped, Jack simply smiled a confident grin. It seemed so natural on him, like it was almost certainly his default facial expression. Some people simply suited smiling, and it seemed that Jack was one of them. His handshake was fairly normal, by human standards. It was lightly firm, but notably, weaker than Ariel's. These were clearly not the hands of a fighter. Not that a Lycanthrope's normal form was actually required to do any fighting. It spoke a little about the man himself, that his human form simply remained so normal. Yet another highlight of how much of a living juxtaposition Jack was.<br/><br/>"You're too kind. All I did was act as a big ol' hunk of meat." When Ariel mentioned his healing factor and her suspicions that he wouldn't need to be healed, he nodded, confirming her thoughts with just a gesture. Outwardly, he seemed quite, perhaps even distant: but inside, Hyde was rattling his bars, trying to shake Jack's control just slightly. What he was trying to do was impossible to tell as an outsider looking.<br/><br/><em>"Let’s go! I don't wanna be near her. What if she knows? What if she knows about me? What if you do something stupid and she learns about the secret?"</em><br/><br/>Jack sighs outwardly, a sigh that happened to coincide with Ariel asking if Jack was under Marchosias' employment. Jack happily took the question as a distraction from Hyde's bitching.<br/><br/>"Interesting Question: I owe him a debt of sorts, and our objectives happen to coincide for now, so I guess I do at the moment. Not that it matters too much to me: As long as he's aiming to break the Brother's Fallen and..."<br/><br/>He paused for a second as he pondered what to say next, not wanting to make some sort of social faux pas. Hell, she was here, the probably meant it wouldn't offend her.<br/><br/>Probably...<br/><br/>"...Hell, as long as he's aiming to take out the Brother's and the Light, I'll work with him."<br/><br/>For anyone who knew of the big ball of fun that is Jack Mason, they would know of his prejudice for the Brother's. His hatred for the demonic group was almost legendary. Few people knew that he held a similar level of dislike for the Angels who ruled the light.<br/><br/>His reasoning for his loathing of both opposite sides were remarkably undocumented, despite how famous and long the hatred for the Brother's had been documented as fact.<br/><br/>"Well then, I'm sure we'll be seeing a lot more of each other. I look forward to working with you, pretty lass."<br/><br/>Reaching forward, Jack plucked forth Ariel's hand. Planting a kiss on the back of her hand in as gentlemanly a fashion as one would likely see in Middle city. It was hardly flirting, but the undertones were there.<br/><br/>"Also, I'd defiantly appreciate it if you could keep 'us' under wraps."<br/><br/>The interesting note with how he said what he said was when he indicated only to himself when he said 'us'. The subtext was plain and clear. He wanted to keep the secret of his inner soul dysfunction as a lesser known fact. It would make sense that most people didn't know that Jack and Hyde were to separate people: since it was one of the least plausible explanations one could think of: Even in as bizarre a place as Middle city.<br/><br/>Bidding ado to the Angel, Jack strolled over to the steadily growing group surrounding Marc. Accidently on Purpose, Jack was positioned next to the rather impressive and even slightly intimidating figure of Clarissa. He hadn't met a dragon in decades, Seven, to be precise: Never a high-dragon though. The Dragon he did remember was recalled with fond memories though, A few Century's older than Jack cared to acknowledge, a bit of a cougar really, Fantastic in bed though. He watched Marc with a slight interest as he showed off for the gathering group. Jack was soon distracted by the loud orgasmic moan of the Familiar from before. He raised his eyebrow with amused interest as he watched her getting off at the touch of her tail.<br/><br/>"Odd."<br/><br/>"<em> Interesting. Remind me to go for the tail </em>"<br/><br/>Rolling his eyes, Jack ignored Hyde, who had seemingly returned to his uninhibited self with no longer being next to Ariel. He started to get a feeling that Hyde's reaction were a bit more than he suspected, but that Hypothesis would be explored later.<br/><br/>Turning to Clarissa, looking her over without hiding his interest, the Lycanthrope devoured her form with interest. She was attractive; young looking compared to the Cassandra, the aforementioned Cougar-dragon, and with a certain affinity for Black.<br/><br/>"<em> don’t suppose I'm allowed to fuck that one, am I? Oh don't tell me you'd say no. </em>"<br/><br/>Jack felt a slight annoyance that Hyde was acting...exactly like Hyde. The annoyance was probably unfounded, but at least it was better than before. Hyde wasn't causing any headaches after being allowed a little rampage, but that'd change soon enough.<br/><br/>Clearing his throat to get Clarissa's attention, Jack extended a hand towards the Dragoness. "A pleasure to meet you, Dragon-lass: The name's Jack: thanks for the assistance earlier."<br/><br/>As he spoke, Marc's actions took full effect, setting the remnants of the good counter ablaze with Rum. The heady scent of burning Methane had Jack feeling heady, as he was so damn close to the bar. Marc obviously intended something fancy, so it made sense that he should be close, waiting for the rest of his associates to approach the man who wanted to rule the world.<br/>