✇ four;; gotta love dem ports, boy

[athames]

...Well. Because the evil bureaucracies weren't fun enough the first time around. Showed how rusty I've gotten, that's for damn sure. Alastair, you are the crappiest administrator I've ever seen. And let me tell you, I've been around the block a few times on that front. Really now.

Sylar. Durden. Costigan. You'd all make pretty decent demons.

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[mind_sculptor]

Yes. If we can avoid knife fights in the future I'd really prefer that.

My jaw is doing well, thanks.

[athames]

No arguments here. Just what the hell kind of knife was that?

So not broken then? Good to know.

[mind_sculptor]

The very painful kind of knife, but I think you know that already. I'm sorry I had to use it on you, I know how it feels.

Not broken, just badly bruised.

[athames]

Yeah, managed to figure that on my own. [You can hear the eyeroll.] But that's not exactly answering my question.

[mind_sculptor]

It's made out of a special alloy. The knowledge of how to make it has been lost for a long time.

[athames]

Huh. It's got some magical properties, I could tell that much at least.

[mind_sculptor]

It does. Against normal humans it's just an ordinary blade.

Enough about knives, though, when would you like to meet?

[athames]

But demons and et cetera... Makes it very useful.

I'm out of infirmary, and nothing else to do. If you're of a similar schedule, now works out just fine.

[mind_sculptor]

Considering how often I get in fights with normal humans? Very useful.

Now works for me as well.

spam or log? :)

[athames]

I can imagine.

Just name the where.

Either works for me

[mind_sculptor]

I can be at your room in five minutes.

[spam]

[athames]

Done.

[Belthazor is lounging on his bed, counting the cracks in the ceiling plaster in an effort to ignore the incessant itching of his stitches. He's half tempted to scratch them out.

But as all his other powers are pretty well kiboshed in this place, he's pretty sure the same goes for his healing factor. So he just takes a deep breath and starts counting again.]

[spam]

[mind_sculptor]

[Jace arrives right on time and knocks on the door.]

[spam]

[athames]

[Cole gets up with a groan, not exactly looking forward to this, and walks through the modest apartment to open the door.]

Come on in. Make yourself at home.

[spam]

[mind_sculptor]

[Jace nods, his jaw is still kinda swollen and very discolored where Belthazor hit it.]

Lets sit down.

[spam]

[athames]

Sure thing.

[He shuts the door after Jace and plops down on the couch, waving an arm at the remaining open seats in open invitation. The motion causes the sleeve to ride up, displaying that nice seam of stitches. Bel tugs it down in annoyance, eyebrow quirking at the sight of Jace's jaw.]

Damn. [Oh-so eloquent, Bel is.]