Name: Jack ‘Jekyll’ Mason<br/>Location: Bar<br/>Tagging: Clarissa, Marc, Ariel<br/><br/>____________________________<br/><br/>Jack listened as the Dragoness spoke, easily able to discern her disinterest in him. The fact that she didn't know or care about him was oddly comforting, if not a smidgen interesting to boot. Soon though, she expertly directed the conversation towards himself, which left him pausing for just a moment, reluctant to share the information of who he was if he could help it. He was in a strange place: stuck between the simple safety of anonymity and the fame and reverence he once had. The irony was that the two decisions were so directly connected to both parts of his self. Jack would be fine with anonymity, Hyde would prefer the chance to name drop in order to get free shit.<br/><br/>Thankfully though, he didn't have to decide yet. Marc had taken center stage and now demanded the attention of all the people who he'd hand picked for this little shin-dig. The mission statement was given out and Jack found himself once again, in a crossroad of conscience. He had little reason to qualm with the Dwarves or the Under-folk. Hell, he'd once had a few of them in his old 'pack'. Yet he was not the pack leader here. He and Marc had intersecting goals: Jack wanted to gut the entirety of the Demons, Marc wanted to gut the demons, break every other gang and control the entire city. Jack was a smart enough man to know that it took a hell of a funds to fight a full scale war with the Demons. Taking out the smaller gangs first was the only sensible way of doing things...Didn't make the pill any less bitter.<br/><br/><em>"Fuck 'em. If Marc gives us the Don's fat fucking head on a platter, I don't give a shit who we have to kill."</em><br/><br/>Jack shook his head at Hyde's interjection, fully aware of just how much hate he had for the Demons. Before the week of freedom that the Lycanthrope had just experienced, Hyde had been mostly repressed for Five decades. The Beast had been as imprisoned as Jack, if not more so. Every hatred that Jack bore for the demons, Hyde bore even greater degrees of despise. It was part of what made Hyde such an interes...<br/><br/><em>"Plus the view is nice. You seen the legs on the dragon?"</em><br/><br/>Jack managed to catch the end of Marc asking for any questions or input, and Jack had nothing to add. He simply wanted to act out his part and accelerate his own desires for revenge.<br/><br/>Slowly though, Jack felt his eyes guide around the room again. First at the Demon-thing with the Orgasmic tail, then at Clarissa: absorbing her form for a moment longer than was proper before moving to the sight of the Archon leaving, then finally to Ariel. He settled his eyes on the angel, more interested in her at the moment than anyone else. She represented so much; Beauty, danger, threat and fear: at least for Hyde. The Angels had had a great part in Hyde's conception, something he rarely forgot and even was loath to forgive.