Outside Sphinx Dorm: Max and Jack
Maximilian Price had come dressed as a sophisticated and formal take on the Plague Doctor, wearing an all black late Victorian era suit with polished shoes and a glamorous cane instead of a staff. The mask with the beak hide his face and the top hat nestled comfortably on his dark hair. The compilation of the costume looked as natural on him as any of the clothing he wore and his presence exuded a radiating confidence that made him stand out in the crowd.
The demon was keen on meeting Jack Cavanaugh in person. Max had only been at St. Margaret's for a day and already he'd been on the receiving end of some anti-demon bias. Why did it always have to be this way? What did demonkind ever do to the world to deserve automatic mistrust? Of course Max knew there were reasons, and good reasons at that. Still, he liked to put people at ease. It was hard to work with people who didn't trust you. It was hard to work them to your liking too. Max got the sense that Jack didn't trust him for some of those good reasons people had not to trust a demon.
He tapped the banshee on the shoulder with the handle of his cane and swept the mask off in the same motion as he bowed. "Jack Cavanaugh, I presume? Max Price, at your service." He smiled.