<div class="floatleft">(http://moe.animecharactersdatabase.com/images/ikusamegamizero/Abiruusu_Kassere.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Jared Orian</strong></span><br/><br/><strong>Where:</strong>Bar<br/><br/><strong>With:</strong>Mainly Izzy, but also with the main group<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Jared was more worried about Marc's words about a potential job while the others were gathering around, his threat about Durlock seemingly having gone ignored as well. Marc didn't seem overly worried about the creature though, so perhaps he could afford to relax just a little bit. Jared, on principle, wasn't too big a fan of creatures as ruthless and instinctive as this one though, so he'd still be keeping a diligent eye out for his own back when dealing with the haunt. Jared's paranoia honestly came at no fault to the haunt though, it was more just a few rough experiences he suffered at the hands of people that were equally as insane and ruthless, so he wasn't exactly in a trusting mood. During that brief pocket of time before Marc summoned everybody around, he found his attention turned to his right when his scarf that he covered most of his jawline and his mouth with got quite a bit warmer all of a sudden.<br/><br/>His body also jerked a little bit when Izzy leaned over and almost fell onto him before using his arm as a brace. During her time holding onto his arm, Izzy would be able to feel that Jared's arm was surprisingly slender for the bulky clothes he wore, he was not a heavy built man, it seemed. Either way, when it looked like Izzy had her composure back, he would gently tug his arm out of her grip and shift his own gaze away to hide the fact that his face was starting to glow red just a tiny bit. His voice was just as soft and quiet as ever as he replied, it didn't seem like he was one to raise his voice for any reason. "... It's ok." He jolted again as Izzy pressed forward on him, his shoulder now a resting point for her head as Marc called for everybody to get closer.<br/><br/>His face grew redder, and he tugged at his scarf a little bit more to hide it as much as possible. Since the two of them were already at the bar and almost had a front row seat to Marc's fancy little fire display, there was really no need for them to move.