<strong>Name:</strong>Jugo Kiyaburo<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Staircase, back to Little Tokyo<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Marc, Jack, DeeJay, anyone.<br/><br/>It happened too fast for most in the nightclub to even perceive as a whole, but it did happen. To mortal eyes, it probably looked like Jugo jumped in surprise or even flinched when Jack grabbed him by the throat. However, those with the eyes of a hunter, like Jack or even Marc, might well have seen it for what it was. The whole process took about as long as it takes a hummingbird to flap its wings once, cruel in it's efficiency through almost obsessive practice. The motion was as reflexive as blinking or breathing in one's sleep: Draw, strike, sheathe the weapon. Only the fact that Onin, Jugo's blade, was not on his hip where it always,<em>always</em>was spared Jack from pulling a stump back after laying a hand on him.<br/><br/>The "Unarmed" experiment was a failure. He had to escape this hellish nightclub now, before things got out of hand.<br/><br/>In spite of the dramatic pantomime he'd just performed, Jugo's smile never waivered, in fact it only grew wider as his fangs distended. The smile was gone a moment later, only because he was self conscious about his unnatural teeth. When Jack completed his own pantomime and moved on, Jugo listened intently to what Marc said after.<br/><br/>The demon seemed reasonable enough, though Jugo didn't understand what the seasons had to do with his offer. It seemed that he didn't trust the vampire, which in most instances was a smart move. It was true that Jugo didn't speak for the Brothers Fallen, and many of the things he'd offered were outside his reach, but proximity counted for a lot. Organizations as large as The Fallen deligated most local work like this, and if Jugo had told them that things were under control, they would have believed him. Nonetheless, Marc did not believe him, that was what mattered. Jugo picked up his case as Marc and his entourage moved past down the stairs.<br/><br/>"Would that it were that simple, that any water sprite would do." Jugo sighed, letting those moving down move past. "It's a shame that it seems we'll be adversaries for the foreseeable future. We could have made a lot of money together."<br/><br/>Jugo glanced over at the cluster of women over by the bar, one side of his mouth lightly twitching upward. It seemed that the Fearless Leader was willing to differ to the opinions of cackling hens rather than serve his own best interests.<br/><br/>"It was a pleasure meeting you all." Jugo said softly, bowing once more toward the crowd. "I'll be seeing you all again very soon. And Jack, if you're looking to take revenge on the Fallen, rest assured that you'll have your chance."<br/><br/>Just like that, Jugo was gone, leaving only a strong gust of wind in his wake, sending a few bar napkins fluttering through the air. He had no desire to witness Jack's reaction to that promise, at least not without his sword and men with guns at his back. He sprinted all the way back to his suite.