<strong>Calling in the Troops</strong><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6239/6324164006_be5a515640.jpg)</div><br/><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Jack Russel<br/><strong>Origin:</strong>Werewolf<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Confrence Room<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Anyone who gets/stays there<br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/>Jack had made limited small talk with the Janet (who was still amusingly on the small side at full height). Scruffy? Heh if she only knew. She'd see soon enough he assured her. But not out of control like the some of their companions had. Not that they were horrified, quite the opposite, these people just seemed to accept it all taking the bizarre in stride like it was apart of their daily routine. Johnny Jack could understand but most of the others? He didnt get it, what the hell kinda lives had they been living. This acceptance of who and what he Jack was, was having an affect on him. Shifting his paradigm. Perhaps there was a place in the world even for monsters. He just didnt know for sure, it was all so damn confusing, so much to take in, to deal with. Jack didnt like wrestling with complex emotions. He liked his world black and white even if that meant he wasnt an accepted part of it but it didnt look like that was something he was going to be able to hold on to for much longer.<br/><br/>As he went to his room to grab his gear (he fucking refused to call it a costume! Not to mention that SHIELD had code named him Lycan he kne he could thank the Underworld films for that but it was still far better than the first name tossed out there: Werewolf by Night...stupid!). Jack picked up the lightweight garment and studied it, according to the Avenger Server on his computer it was made of something called unstable molecules, Something made by the genius hero they now had to go rescue from Doom.<br/><br/><Guess we know who's smarter now.><br/><br/>Doom, now there was a name that was worthy of dread. Jack Russel had been born Jacob Russoff in Medias, Transylvania. Jack was of the Romani blood, the ancient gypsy line spread throughout Europe. Doom is also of that line as all true Romani know. Most consider him a god and Jack cant suppress a tickle of fear that dances up his spine at the thought of crossing Von Doom. Madness! Andd yet here he was preparing to do just that. He shakes his head as he strips out of his school clothes.<br/><br/><Guess I dont really have a choice, Von Doom will nuke New York if we dont stop him and frankly I dont wanna get nuked.><br/><br/>Werewolves were virtually immortal, supposedly only succumbing to death via powerful magics or deadly silver but Jack didnt want to test his limits, being atomized was not on his to do list. Jack stepped into the leggings of the odd garment. It dindnt feel like any textile or synthetic he'd ever worm before and his balls drew up a bit involuntarily on contact (commando is how I roll bitches!), a slight shudder and then he could feel the garment changing as he pulled it fully only, becoming like a sheath around him, a second skin, tightening pleasantly to hug his lithe muscles in a flattering and protective grip. It became impossible to feel where he ended and it began.<br/><br/>"Snazzy."<br/><br/>Browns and blacks laced into slashing patterns to evoke a feral appeal as well as being useful for breaking up his outline for camouflage. According to the Avenger server the top half and boots would seemingly melt away as he transformed for both comfort and freedom allowing Jack to get the most out of his powers without any interference. An offest buckle held the Avenger's logo, the A confined within a circle. Jack's however wasnt gold but a non reflective bronze...stealth once again. He was forced to admit that SHIELD had covered the bases obviously intending him for those types of tasks.<br/><br/>Jack returned to the ready room seeing no reason to pull on the mask dangling from his neckline between his shoulder blades. No need to hide his rugged handsomeness just yet he smirked at his own joke. Damn team was growing by leaps and bounds, so many new faces, so many new scents. Jack was begining to think SHIELD wasnt making a team but raising an army.<br/><br/><Wouldnt that shit be just like them!><br/><br/>Two smells in particular stood out, two of the females had sharply drawn his notice. By scent and the pull of blood and magic. The cat girl was an easy one, I mean, she's a fucking cat girl there was bound to be a reaction! What the fuck was SHIELD thinking putting a cat and dog on the same team for God's sake? Who was the genius on that one? The Wolf didnt like her, wanted to dominate her, enforce his superiority. But at the same time Jack had swooned under the heady influence of her phermones. Oh my God! Did she have any idea of what she was giving off! Her scent just screamed SEX COME GET SOME! Poor bitch probably didnt know or had no control over it. She was new to this Jack's senses told him, he could feel the magic on her. Was she like him? Cursed? If she was she hadnt seemed burdened by it. Guess it suited her. Sure did make her look exotically hawt!<br/><br/>Then there was the one calling herself Wanda, oh yeah magic all over that one too! And it was in the blood Jack could FEEL it, that monkey was Romani down to her soul. Their line seemed destined toalways intertwine with powers like Von Doom and Vlad Dracula. It was likely some sort of fate thing. Fate, fuck but Jack loathed being tethered to a powerful mystical force like that. Once Fate got its hooks in you it liked to hang on tight. There was something of Wundergore about her too. She had spent enough time there at some point for it to leave its trace upon her. Jack was curious to she what she knew this Wanda. , perhaps they could trade stories, did she know of the High Evolutionary and his animal knights? Jack leaned back against the far corner of the room waiting for shit to get real.<br/><br/><br/>