Name: Jack 'Jackyll&Hyde' Mason<br/>Location: Main Room<br/>Tagging: Highborn, Ariel, Ayr, Marc, Clarissa<br/><br/>______________________<br/><br/>The dull ache of the wound along his side was an annoyance for Jack. The feel of the Demon's horn having nearly gored him with his reckless attack left Jack in an aggravated state with Hyde who was, as normal, proving an idiot when in actual control of the body the two shared. Staring down the Demon, Hyde almost burst out laughing when he started his long ass monologue about how amazing he was and how shitty Jack was and how his dick was just so damn huge when, just before Hyde went into a verbal tirade about just who the fuck he was, Something landed between the two of them and Hyde only had time to swear. The improvised grenade sent shards of shrapnel digging into the werewolf's flesh. None went deep enough or were sharp enough to pierce past muscles but dear god did it hurt. Not as much as it hurt the Demon though, the stink of Holy-ness was in the air.<br/><br/>The hand grenade had done a number on the Demon, as had all the little nicks and wounds he'd accumulated. All in all, the guy was in pretty rough shape. The Lycanthrope's wounds had already regenerated, putting the Demon's healing factor to shame. If he were alert, that would be the first tip off to the furry fellow's identity. No werewolf should heal<em>that </em>fast: not unless they were old and powerful. As far as he knew, No werewolf in the city had outlived Jack: and none had his advantages.<br/><br/>Hyde didn't notice the entrance of the Dragoness. His eyes and ears were obviously preoccupied. Only his nose would have had a chance of picking up her entrance, and that nose happened to be full of shards of fucking glass. He vowed to have a serious word with whoever decided to throw a grenade in his direction, even if that same weapon had no chance of injuring him permanently.<br/><br/>All that besides, he did notice the Dragon when she decided to fill the room with her certain dragon-ee-ness; her form was impressive, dwarfing him with relative ease and even being large enough to pick up the Demon in one hand...claw...whatever. The Demon looked in pain, as if his wounds had caught up to him. The thought was gratifying and the Werewolf was about to go introduce the Demon to his claws, one eye hole at a time, when a voice distracted him.<br/><br/>Marchosais had filled the scene and was starting to issue orders with an impressive charisma. He strode on the battlefield, unafraid of the enemy who might still stalk the realm and unflinching at such a scene of carnage: with a calm demeanour to boot. It showed promise, even Hyde agreed reluctantly.<br/><br/><em>"I should probably take over."</em><br/><br/>"Shut up, I'm still having fun."<br/><br/>"<em>The fight is over and Marc isn't ready to meet you.</em>"<br/><br/>Interrupting the conversation, Marc issued an order to the dragon, naming her as Clarissa, Ayr the angel and himself. He noted down both their names, as he had with all the people he'd met so far. Even if the one he'd actually gotten time to know was somehow banished. Shame really: her ass was pretty nice.<br/><br/>As soon as the Demon was dropped by the newly arriving Dragoness, Hyde had no problem following the order Marc had given, although he preferred to think of it as a suggestion. He took a certain nihilistic glee at gripping the Demon's throat and slamming him to the floor, pinning one arm at his side as the angel did the other. The Lycan's grin was broad as he looked at the defeated demon. Watching as Marc crawled over and started chatting with the Hell spawn.<br/><br/>Just before Marc finished his conversation and, more obviously, the demon: Hyde leaned over and whispered something to the demon Saleos.<br/><br/>"Just incase you did forget. My name is Jack: you should probably check out Tiamat by the way. You need to up your bribes."<br/><br/>Seeing the moment that Saleos' realised who the fuck he was put the grin on his face all the way up to full scale laughter. That laughter continued until after the Demon was 'slain' with the application of the holy liquid. Sending the message that he was free would give the Don something to think about at least. Which made Hyde far happier than it should.<br/><br/><em>"Okay, It's time to switch"</em><br/><br/>"Yeah, yeah..."<br/><br/>There was no physical change with the switch of perspective and persona. The only real difference was who was driving: they shared the body in the most literal sense. Slowly though, having lost the battle hunger and the tension of his more violent half, Jack looked around the bar, absorbing the scene with the scientist's eyes. Rolling his shoulders lightly, he looked up at the now gathered crowd.<br/><br/>"Well...That was fun. But who the fuck threw a grenade at me? Glass hurts you know."<br/>