Name: Jack 'Hyde' Mason<br/>Location: Main Room<br/>Tagging: Clarissa, Izzy, Marc, Ayr, Ariel<br/><br/>________________________________________<br/><br/>When the Archon stepped up, admitting it was his fault the grenade was thrown and electing not to apologise: even going so far as to flirt with Jack, the lycanthrope paused in his steps: Shocked slightly by the personality before him. He'd met people who casually disregarded life, he'd also met people with silver tongue: yet seeing someone who combines the two and also rationalise an action that almost certainly caused a high degree of pain and mix it in with flirting? The lycanthrope smiled, plucking a bit of glass from the tip of his nose and flicking it in the Archon's general direction, not particularly fussed about if it hit him or not.<br/><br/>"I've heard worse propositions."<br/><br/>Jack scratched his nose as he looked left and then right, curious as to whether Shizuru had returned from whatever realm the Demon had sent her too. When she hadn't: Jack felt a twinge of sadness. She was at least an interesting character, and one whom he'd hoped to learn more about. Yet if she couldn't even be bothered to fight her way through hell to return, it was hardly worth his time.<br/><br/>Hearing the rumbling deep growl of the dragon behind him, the Lycanthrope turned to look at it puff a ball of smoke at what looked like an stereotypical devil from western culture: That in and of itself was unusual, since no real demons took that form. Something smelt...off about her too. She smelt new and clean, like she hadn't been part of any world for long enough. Jack's mind whirred as he tried to place the red skinned girl who was certainly not harsh on the eyes. If she wasn't a demon, she was either a shifter or a construct. Having completely missed the conversation that the Dragon had prior, he was unsure which.<br/><br/>It wasn't till the Dragon started to transform that Jack would stop surmising about the choice between Shifter and construct. Nothing distracts an intellect like the act of a rather majestic dragon transforming into a rather beautiful woman. He couldn't help but stare with an interest as she exposed her desirable form to the world, if only briefly, before she clothed herself. Jack pressed a furry hand to his temple, sighing. "This is one crazy ass bunch..." Despite what his outside appearance was reflecting: namely the rubbing of the temples and a slight tension, Jack felt an elation at the group. So many interesting individual personalities as well as a few rather delightful creatures he'd have to attempt to tempt meant that Jack, and even Hyde, were going to not be the weirdest feature here.<br/><br/><em>"I'd let the Red one ride me. All she'd have to do is ask."</em><br/><br/>"Shut up Hyde."<br/><br/>He mumbled to himself, guessing no one was paying him much attention anyway. Stretching his body, Jack started to relax his muscles as the Lycanthrope slowly started to shrink, beginning his own transformative process. It was nowhere near as majestic as the dragon's. With the sound of bones snapping reshaping and reforming into human bones not only looked painful but sounded agonising. Maybe a decade or two ago, he'd say it was: but now it was second nature to him, he was used to the pain. Since the transformation was deliberately slow, it allowed the Lycan to start walking over to the open elevator, picking up the clothing he'd removed in preparation for his transformation. By the time he was actually done, returning to his human form, he was completely naked. His bare skin was paler than normal due to a lack of sunshine found in prisons, but still a light tan. His body was thin but muscled, a sort of wiry strength that was almost the bare minimum amongst the cities darker denizens. This form was clearly not as adept at the whole fighting thing as his other was: not that it needed to be. With his back to the audience who may or may not have been watching, Jack quickly redressed himself, stepping out of the elevator not a minute later, looking considerably well off considering that he'd been fighting a few rather unsavoury types not five minutes ago.<br/><br/>Jack ran a hand through his messy head of brown hair, walking over to the group and looking them over again, in human eyes. Jack looked over the three most interesting things in the room, trying to decide on who would make the most interesting conversation. He'd almost decided on going to speak to the Dragon, since they shared a common 'inner beast' when Hyde spoke up, leaving even Jack to pause.<br/><br/><em>"Could she know? Angels can sense souls, right?"</em><br/><br/>The fact that left Jack to pause was Hyde sounded gave off a tone that was more than just lustful or angry. It was a strange mix of inquisition and confusion and even a slight tinge of wonder. The bestial side of the pair was rarely cowed, and even less often reserved. It was enough of a reason for Jack to make a choice, walking around the others, Jack scooped up a fallen chair, setting it up next to the angel and sitting upon it. With a smile, Jack offered his hand to the angel.<br/><br/>"Thank you for helping; although it's unusual to see a freelance angel, it certainly helped me not embarrass myself at the hands of some angry demon. The name is Jack, yours?”<br/>