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[cipherspeak.livejournal.com]

[Testing a blade's edge, considering it.]

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[somuchheart.livejournal.com]

((She glances over at him, tilting her head to one side.)) Is it good? The knife, I mean?

[cipherspeak.livejournal.com]

Mmm. It's pretty good. [But if he's going to buy a new set, he's going to be picky.

And he's going to raise an eyebrow at Blythe.] Restocking the Heart armory?

[somuchheart.livejournal.com]

But not right. That is... ((She hesitates a little before making her observation-)) It doesn't sit well in your hand. At least... that's what it looks like to me.

But, ah, yes, I'm here for restocking. It's not necessary, I suppose, but we have too many old knives. I'd like to replace them.

I also had to come into Town for other reasons anyway, so why not, right?

[cipherspeak.livejournal.com]

The handle's too thin. [It would work fine in a pinch, but that's not exactly what he's looking for.] It'd probably work for you, though.

I suppose the Heart armory doesn't get the same attention as a general rule as the others do.

[maidenthespade.livejournal.com]

Shopping, Ilyusha, or contemplating whose liver you wish to stick?

[cipherspeak.livejournal.com]

Oh, Katinka. Why choose when you can do both at the same time?

[maidenthespade.livejournal.com]

Excellent point. I have always admired your efficiency, my friend. [She makes a show of looking alarmed.] But should I be standing out of reach?

How is balance on that one?

[cutslikeaspade.livejournal.com]

Short in the tang. It'll break after two good thwacks.

[Ethan was -very patiently, note- waiting for Diego's finishing touches on one of his own weapons and had been watching with a bit of curiosity.]

[cipherspeak.livejournal.com]

That's about what I was thinking.

[He hands it across the counter and picks up his next option, raising an eyebrow.]

Alas, the search for the perfect knife is about as easy as the perfect relationship. Well, maybe not that bad.

[cutslikeaspade.livejournal.com]

[He snorted softly.]

I'd trust my life to a blade sooner than I would a woman, thanks.

[washtheblood.livejournal.com]

He's quiet for a moment. Watching, remembering mainly. Fond memories, but all too short. Then memories before and after that. How a man, or woman, could caress such lethality. Test it's perfection and embrace it's precision.

"Now this is the point," He's against the wall just inside the door but you'd know by his cigarette. That very specific brand. "You fancy me mad. Madmen know nothing. But you should have seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded --with what caution --with what foresight --with what dissimulation I went to work."

[cipherspeak.livejournal.com]

"Edgar Allan Poe is a classic," Elisha says. "Although he's wrong."

Elisha glances over his shoulder, raising his eyebrows as his thumb slides over the length of the blade. "I've known madmen who know many things."

[washtheblood.livejournal.com]

"I rather think his point was to question the understanding of madness," a pause to pinch the filter between thumb and finger. Exhale. His eyes watch the blade and thumb. Knives were never his specialty. Not in action torture was another story. He had a feeling he'd become intimate with them sooner rather than later but he was rather fond of his own methods when it came to a job done.

"If a man, completely lucid, completely aware, commits acts of crime so incomprehensible to mankind, is he mad?"

[somuchheart.livejournal.com]

((She glances over at him, tilting her head to one side.)) Is it good? The knife, I mean?

[cipherspeak.livejournal.com]

Mmm. It's pretty good. [But if he's going to buy a new set, he's going to be picky.

And he's going to raise an eyebrow at Blythe.] Restocking the Heart armory?

[somuchheart.livejournal.com]

But not right. That is... ((She hesitates a little before making her observation-)) It doesn't sit well in your hand. At least... that's what it looks like to me.

But, ah, yes, I'm here for restocking. It's not necessary, I suppose, but we have too many old knives. I'd like to replace them.

I also had to come into Town for other reasons anyway, so why not, right?

[maidenthespade.livejournal.com]

Shopping, Ilyusha, or contemplating whose liver you wish to stick?

[cipherspeak.livejournal.com]

Oh, Katinka. Why choose when you can do both at the same time?

[maidenthespade.livejournal.com]

Excellent point. I have always admired your efficiency, my friend. [She makes a show of looking alarmed.] But should I be standing out of reach?

How is balance on that one?

[cutslikeaspade.livejournal.com]

Short in the tang. It'll break after two good thwacks.

[Ethan was -very patiently, note- waiting for Diego's finishing touches on one of his own weapons and had been watching with a bit of curiosity.]

[cipherspeak.livejournal.com]

That's about what I was thinking.

[He hands it across the counter and picks up his next option, raising an eyebrow.]

Alas, the search for the perfect knife is about as easy as the perfect relationship. Well, maybe not that bad.

[cutslikeaspade.livejournal.com]

[He snorted softly.]

I'd trust my life to a blade sooner than I would a woman, thanks.

[washtheblood.livejournal.com]

He's quiet for a moment. Watching, remembering mainly. Fond memories, but all too short. Then memories before and after that. How a man, or woman, could caress such lethality. Test it's perfection and embrace it's precision.

"Now this is the point," He's against the wall just inside the door but you'd know by his cigarette. That very specific brand. "You fancy me mad. Madmen know nothing. But you should have seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded --with what caution --with what foresight --with what dissimulation I went to work."

[cipherspeak.livejournal.com]

"Edgar Allan Poe is a classic," Elisha says. "Although he's wrong."

Elisha glances over his shoulder, raising his eyebrows as his thumb slides over the length of the blade. "I've known madmen who know many things."

[washtheblood.livejournal.com]

"I rather think his point was to question the understanding of madness," a pause to pinch the filter between thumb and finger. Exhale. His eyes watch the blade and thumb. Knives were never his specialty. Not in action torture was another story. He had a feeling he'd become intimate with them sooner rather than later but he was rather fond of his own methods when it came to a job done.

"If a man, completely lucid, completely aware, commits acts of crime so incomprehensible to mankind, is he mad?"