Name: Jack 'Jekyll' Mason<br/><br/>Location: Booth<br/><br/>Tagging: Shizuru.<br/><br/>__________________<br/><br/>Jack smiled at her brief explanation for her title as Amaterasu: He didn't care too much, but he was sure that the story would be an interesting one, were she willing to share. Conversation moved on though. A point that had been at the fore of Jack's mind for this week was presented. Marc had proven to be...interesting, to say the least. He'd had multiple communications with the man: mostly through couriers, only one 'face-to-face' meeting. Although he was kept in his cage and Marc had elected not to show his face. Jack had remembered the scent though; The scent and the voice. His voice rung load with charisma. The man laid out the briefest of plans, but gave Jack a single promise.<br/><br/>"I told him that, should he free me; I'd have no need of money or women or friends. I told him what I wanted, and he gave me his assurance I would get it." Jack slowly tilted his neck, stretching it lightly as he thought back to the brief memory. It was hard to believe how recent it was. "At the moment, I owe him a debt. He gave me my freedom back: Took away my shackles with the offer of a collar. Metaphorically of course." Jack looked around the bar. Still trying to see if anyone was paying particular attention to him with any intent other than hushed whispers. Thankfully, their was a perfectly good looking angel to distract their gazes mostly.<br/><br/>"He promises me Fallen blood, and I promised to work for him. I'm not used to<em>not</em>calling the shots, but I'd like to think I'm adaptable." Jack gave a sniff of the air. It was one of his stranger traits: a part of his Lycanthropic nature meant he had boosted senses of smell. He was trying to pick up anything interesting but, apart from a few healthy doses of fear, he didn't pick up anything interesting. "What about you, 'Amaterasu'. What do you know of Marchosias and why are you in his...employ?"