[The Landlord shimmers into a cave deep underground, as requested and awaits the arrival of Blaze. As Blaze arrives, the Landlord roughly shoves the orb into his hand.]

"Here. You'll need that so you won't get a surprise attack in your own lair. It senses intruders. Try to keep it tidy will you? I don't want any blood stains or anything."

::He shimmers back to his 'office'.::

::Blaze watches as the Landstink leaves, before looking around. He notices an athame on the living-room table, and goes to pick it up. After he does so, he cuts his hand slightly, making blood drip to the floor.::

(For a strange reason, that feels good...)

::Blaze wipes the blood from the athame, pocketing it in the left inner pocket of his jacket::

(I should go somewhere, I have things to do, places to see, people to eat...)

::Shimmers out::

::Blaze shimmers back into his Lair, blood dripping on the floor::

(At least the landlord will not be pleased, that's fortunate...)

::He goes to the bathroom and wipes some blood off his face.::

(Hell, that got messy...)

::He proceeds to the bedroom, drops on the bed and falls asleep::

::Blaze suddenly wakes up, sweat dripping from his face. Memory of what happened floats back to him and anger fills him::

"Damn those stupid witches!"

::As he gets up, he prepares to fell pain from the wound, but, unexpectedly, the wound isn't there anymore. He looks at it, seeing that the blood flow was stopped and the wound healed::

(Thank God? Source? Satan? For demonic healing.)

::Deciding to ponder this later, he begins to form a plan::

(That will work indeed. Yes, it will. But first, I have a stalker-guy to take care of)

::Blaze concentrates on shimmering out and, unknowingly, shimmers to [B]Kellan's penthouseB].::

::There's Julie still seraching for Andrea.::

(Maybe in one of these. They're... dark.)

::She's off to Sabriel's.::