Name: Jack 'Jekyll' Mason<br/><br/>Location: Bar<br/><br/>Tagging: Talking to: Orc Bartender, Mentions include; Shizuru, Taurus, Adam, Ariel and Damon<br/><br/>Taking the bottle of alcohol and upon hearing the Orc's words, the Lycanthrope chuckled, filling his maw with the alcoholic drink. Looking over at the bar, he watched the reactions from the other people who looked above cannon fodder. The demoness left the bar, taking the attention of the Orc momentarily, taking the bottle and then moving to a booth. Her leaving left him feeling a little easier: If he were in his less civil form, his heckles would be up. The other interesting reaction was from the Bovine creature. It was...startled ? That made him chuckle a little bit. Most people didn't get scared so easily by the man's human form: meaning the creature could sense what he was. It made sense, but there was very little he could do about it. The most terrifying thing a person could do was say 'I'm not terrifying.'<br/><br/>Ignoring them for a moment, the lycanthrope smile at the Orc. "You don't need to coerce me orc. I've got a bottle of drink: That's enough. Now your telling me that Brother-blood is on offer ? I'm not sure if your trying to make me a happy man, but it's working." The wolf's grin was forming, and for just a second, his grin changed from well-meaning to that of a savage glee. The change of character was momentary. But to any with a sense: It would be highly noticeable and potentially alarm raising. For that second, the killing intent would flood the room, giving a feeling so dark: it was like his claws were at their throat. Thankfully, Jack didn't move an inch. He shook his head for a moment, as if clearing it. "Fucking hell, Hyde." He was talking to himself, almost ignorant of the others in the room for a second. Rubbing his temples slightly, he spoke up again, aiming to chat to the orc and distract himself.<br/><br/>"Tell me a little about the crowd. Am I going to have to worry about the demoness or the Vampire? Cus if they don't have any Brother ties, it'd put my mind to rest." Slowly, Jack pivoted in his seat, watching the exchange between the highly 'Interesting' Angel, who he was shamelessly admiring, and the masked man with the club. Jack could almost...sense the killer in him. The aura of one who has fought past sanity and lived as an animal. He held a silent respect for that. Most would display fear for him, or abhorrence, but those feelings got an animal killed. The Werewolf hadn't experienced fear in over a century: But a healthy respect for power had kept him alive for 2 centuries.