<div class="floatleft">(http://bd2d3bc3b56e110ea284-87b4cdf8cd56f5994e953e9e7664483c.r44.cf3.rackcdn.com/3138_44fe3882-d65a-4a14-b73a-651a16aa8842.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Jason Aaron Vandel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12382263#msg12382263)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>Las Vegas, NV | October 28, 2014 | 7:12 AM<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Closed, Olivia<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Inspecting his work<br/><hr/>Vegas was not a cool place, and even this early in the morning it was already starting to heat up. Which made Jason's choice of attire seem entirely inappropriate. Sure the business-casual attire was pretty fitting, but the heavy leather long coat that he wore was not. It was dreadfully out of place, and no doubt had him roasting. Truthfully he was going to, but that was just one thing that he had gotten used to since his transformation.<br/><br/>Impressed by her shake, he let his hand fall back to his side while Charles went on to instruct her to show him around the place – a guided tour by her might be fine; they certainly had more in common then Charles could have ever guessed. Once the man had left, Jason was left only to smile as Liv made her discomfort with what had happen clear. He couldn't really blame her, he supposed that if he had done something like that and the situation was reversed that he would feel equally discomforted. Rather then answering her right away, he turned away from her and made his way for the doors that Charles had left from and carefully closed them behind the business owner. He didn't make a habit of broadcasting his Evolved-status, but in this case there really wasn't a whole lot more to do. Nothing he said was going to be believable enough – which he assumed because he wouldn't have believed anything if the situation was flipped. “I could have,” He said, nodding as he turned back to her.<br/><br/>“But I don't think it's any of his business what you do in your free time. He did say you're early... So does it really matter to him if you're running around his casino naked?” He grinned, playfully. Of course he wasn't a dumb man – perhaps not the smartest, but certainly not dumb – and he knew exactly what she had meant when she asked the question. “That's not anyones business but your own.” He said, quietly, “We've all got secrets, and their secrets for a reason, no?”<br/><br/>With his words Jason reached up and shrugged the heavy coat from his shoulders. He let it slide down his arms and then flop with a dull thud to the ground behind him. He took a step towards her before uncurling the large wings that adorned his back. They'd been folded in and pressed tightly to his back – but as soon as the coat was gone it was clear something wasn't quite right. Four lovely feathered wings, reached out and stretched out at his sides. The upper pair was longer by a couple of feet. Long silky white feathers with silvered cores hung from the wings.<br/><br/>With this little display he hoped to put her at ease. He knew her secret, but she knew his now – at least part of it, anyway. That would, he hoped, give her confidence that he wasn't going to turn her in because she could do the same in reverse. It also served as a pretty suitable answer as to why he hadn't made a fuss and told Charles about it. He was one too, and so he knew the difficulty – more so, clearly as made evident by the physical alterations of his so called evolution – of what she had to go through as an Evolved. “Because I don't know you, but we've got a connection none the less.” He gave as a verbal answer to punctuate the action of revelation itself.<br/><br/>“I don't get the opportunity to meet others like us very often.” He admitted, with a bright white smile, “Wouldn't do my reputation any good to turn you in, now would it, Olivia?”<br/><br/>Jason couldn't help but wonder what Elena would think of what he'd just done. She was adventurous, but it was dangerous for both of them to reveal himself like that. He was confident in his ability to handle the situation if it got out of hand, but if she tried to make moves against him in the future? The world had gotten so complicated, that was one thing he didn't enjoy. Everything felt like chess any more, and that wasn't a game he enjoyed – mostly because he wasn't particularly good at it. “Charles was right about one thing,” He mentioned, “We've got a lot in common.”