<strong>Repo of the Gods</strong><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6239/6324164006_be5a515640.jpg)</div><br/><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Jack Russel<br/><strong>Origin:</strong>Werewolf<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Rooftop hanger<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Anyone present<br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/>Jack is staring through crimson slits, his eyes are smarter than he is, dilating the pupils back to pinpricks when his body feels the surge of magic. It saves him from being blinded for several moments as the godling disappears in a flash of lightning and a roar of thunder. As his eyes relax allowing the pupils to widen once more Jack is gazing between the carbonized floor to the origin point of the beam of light.<br/><br/>"Good riddance. Saddling mortals with angry gods on a time out is bullshit. And frankly not our damn problem."<br/><br/>Jack sees Carol's heartbroken expression and just shrugs. He's never read or heard of any legend where mixing mortals with gods ended in a happily ever after for anyone. Better for the blonde this way but the timing is shit and Jack knows it. Now this Carol chick is gonna be all fucked in the head and they honestly could use as much firepower as possible when dealing with Von Doom. Even the ruler of Latveria would have been hard pressed to stall the god of war. Hopefully most of the team will agree with Jack's statement. Ares was almost as dangerous to them as he was to the enemy.<br/><br/>Turning to Johnny Jack explains, "Nah Mr Angst just got the express ride home if Im not mistaken. Guess daddy figured this wasnt such a hot idea after all." Jack shrugs again, the expression rendered almost ludicrous by his misshapen physiology of overlong arms and hump of muscle bunching behind his neck and between shoulders.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>