Name: Jack 'Jekyll' Mason<br/><br/>Location: Booth<br/><br/>Tagging: Shizuru.<br/><br/>__________________<br/><br/>Jack listened as Shizuru told her tale. It was an interesting one at first: But it slowly wove itself into tragedy, and then revenge. For a moment, Jack felt the urge to do some research on ancient Japan and see where the story added up to. Learning when this woman had 'learned to control herself' could be an interesting tidbit of knowledge. Like so much of the information in his head, useless, but interesting.<br/><br/>"Thank you for sharing your story. Although I'm probably not as interesting or pretty as Keiko, I'll be sure to try and cook you something nice." Jack paused for a second, deep in his own mind: For a second, he recalled his own story. The story that he told no one. It was a brave thing to give away ones past. And something he had only done with the veil of expunging certain details.<br/><br/>"It seems only fair to share some of my own tale. I was born just over twenty-two decades ago. Back when this citywide cesspool had shreds of decency. I was, for all intents and purposes, a normal human being: excluding my above human intellect. I was a man of science, surrounded by a world of magic. The era was one of industrial revolution. Science was swiftly filling the gaps in human and meta-human life that couldn't be filled by the arcane arts. I was a humble enough man, but when you are approached by a literal angel: It's hard to resist anything they say, let alone a decent offer."<br/><br/>"My job was simple, I was to research certain...aspects of meta-humanity." He paused for just a moment, thinking back on his tale: masking detail behind vague words, with a look that reflected the strength of what he had done. The task seemed to revolt him, even now. For the second time in the night, a flash of pain crossed his face: The humanity of Jekyll being forced to battle the psychosis of Hyde. The secret of why Hyde was reacting so unruly to the telling of the tale would probably remain just that, a secret. But something was hidden in the altered story that hid his conception.<br/><br/>"I was good at what I did. I discovered secrets about meta-humans that where never even considered before. Did you know that a Siren produces a unique pheromone that acts as an aphrodisiac that is released through skin to skin contact? Before my work, no one did. I was making discoveries each day that were...incredible. At the time, I was blissfully ignorant of what my work was to be used for. I simply did as I was directed. I was funded by an enclave of Heaven-born heroes, or so I was led to believe. The truth is sadly otherwise: It was an early incarnation of the Dawn's boys. I didn't care though, i was in my element. I worked with cadavers mostly: Not the kindest of work, but it was work nonetheless."<br/><br/>"Eventually though, my employment changed." Their was a visible anger in his voice, a moment of recalled hubris and prideful shame. It was odd to hear from anyone who knew Jack. Probably a reason he so rarely delved back to his human life. Slowly, Jack raised the Ochoco to his lips, sipping the refilled drink: half expecting it to taste like petals. Thankfully it didn't and he placed the cup down, rubbing his temple once again.<br/><br/>"I'm probably ranting: Do you want me to stop?"