Name: Jack 'Jekyll 'n' Hyde' Mason<br/>Tagging: Shizuru, Marc<br/>Location: Office space<br/><br/>_________________<br/><br/>Jack shrugged when Marc told him of his designs for the recently freed Lycanthrope. Jack's empathy turned to enjoyment when Shizuru proved to be both stubborn and awkward. Not giving Marc an inch of leeway. She obviously didn't have much love for the man: which made Jack ponder what slight Marchosais had done to offend her, if any. It wasn't his place to ask and it wasn't his place to know. Instead, Jack just watched the scene unfold and remained comment-less as he observed them. Slowly though, a feeling of anger grew in his gut, Hyde's anger. The second soul was hungry for blood and booze and the carnal desires of the flesh. He wanted to release the beast, fuck up some Brotherhood members and perhaps fuck a woman or two. Jack's clenched fist popped a knuckle loudly, much to his annoyance. He hoped the two occupants of the room wouldn't notice, which was unlikely.<br/><br/>"Heh, sorry. Must be something I ate." His excuse was not only poor, but nonsense. Yet it was the only one he planned to give. It was not the best way to get himself hired, introducing his psychotic secondary self. Marc would likely demand answers. Jack would not be inclined to share and then a tension would form. He'd drop the Hyde bomb another day. His second self was a rare enough fact that it was unlikely anyone really knew about it except a few higher ups in the Brother's fallen and a few of the Angels running the Light's council. Amongst those two groups, two people would know the truth. The other two resided in Jack's fucked up psyche.<br/><br/>Hoping to distract the two from any questions that might be building in their mind, Jack quickly opened up another question, one that might throw the two of. "Out of curiosity. Why is an Angel in your midst? It's uncommon to see one outside of the Dawn gang, even rarer for pure breeds. So…?" Jack's interest, whilst mostly a ploy to engage the thoughts and distract the two people in the room, were also interested in discovering the truth: angels always troubled him. The few that could peer into souls always asked him awkward questions.<br/>