[center][H2][color=a36209]Jacky, Archon of Stone[/color][/h2]
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[b]Location[/b]: Archon Meeting Room, Talking to Aella [@Chaoticmickey], Docia [@MissJudas]
[hider=Appearance]Around 6'8" in height, thin and lanky, tattoos on body[img]http://orig05.deviantart.net/cfa1/f/2009/056/e/7/a_pianist_by_joysuke.jpg[/img][img]https://jhrgroup.files.wordpress.com/2013/07/yakuza_tattoos2.jpg[/img][/hider][/hider][/center]

	Jacky took her hand, and as expected it was ice cold. It was not an unpleasant experience, more fascinating than anything else as if he held the hand of a corpse herself. She spoke with an accent unfamiliar to him, though it sounded as if it fit her unreadable personality. Her posture sat with refined grace like a noble lady of his home planet. He almost felt outclassed, perhaps he had lost his touch with how to communicate amongst higher class after his long gangster upbringing, years of hustling and intimidation tend to change a person. 

[color=6ecff6]"I want to hear you speak with that lovely set of manners .- gets me flustered." [/color]

	The scent of her words carried the essence of peppermint, [i]fitting for the Archon of Ice[/i], Jacky mused. [b]“I will try my best, Madam”[/b] Jacky responded. He detected a hint of playfulness in her voice, flirtatiousness even. Jacky cocked an eyebrow as he decided how to continue-

[b]"I don't believe we've actually met yet. My name is Aella, and I'm the Archon of Air."[/b]

	A voice from behind made him straighten like a cat, he still felt the anxiety of the chase that had preluded this whole endeavor. He turned to greet the voice, a girl with silver hair sat in the chair next to him. She gave a polite bow, and Jacky returned it, those he had personally communicated with seemed well-mannered and sensible so far. [b]“It is nice to meet you Lady Aella, I am Jackson, the prospective Archon of Stone.”[/b]  Jacky said as he took his seat in between Docia and Aella while the rest of the Archons began filing into the room. He heard a high pitched screeching noise as he sat up to look at where the noise had come from.

[color=a36209]Ah! Sounds like my good friend Echo! Good times! Good times![/color]
	
	He pondered it for a second, and relaxed himself, it was a reassuring thing to have another’s thoughts among yours though also uncomfortable. For the most part he did not mind Draco’s contributions as long as they shied away from superfluous towards informative. Draco’s showmanship nature reminded him too much of the Boss and he didn't like it. Perhaps Draco had detected this.