InsaneJournal

Bill was generally a forgiving, kind man. Capable of many things including compassion, and heartfelt sincerity. However, the past two nights had left him a wreck. His last descendant had wanted to walk in his footsteps. This wasn't going to fly with him, and he had to prove to Cassidy that what he'd taught him to do, he'd never ever have to use. He put one set of throwing knives into a holster on his arm, and the other was in their strap and on the table by the time Soren and Cassidy arrived. He had told Jack he had to teach a couple whelps a thing or two about the truths of curses, and that was that.

Cassidy arrived promptly, because he knew Bill had no patience for late-comers. He also knew that Bill wouldn't ever use the important tone he had in his text without due reason. He gave a quiet nod of respect to Bill as he walked into the parlor, and strapped the knives to his own arm. He was visibly nervous, having worn his full-fingered gloves and leather jacket, and he put his hair in a ponytail. He was pale out of slight fear of what Bill had to show him and Soren, and why Soren was even coming along. What could Bill possibly need to show Soren? He was barely a part of the plan, save for the fact that he would have followed him to the ends of the earth.