(http://th07.deviantart.net/fs9/300W/i/2006/073/9/8/Jackal_Knife___Faith__s_knife_by_kerreth.jpg)<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">Lounge-Azrael</span><br/><br/>Azrael sat at one of the tables, a drink in hand as he took sips every now and then. Mostly he was fooling around with one of his many knives. The one currently in his hand was a Jackal Knife, and Azrael took the time to admire the beautiful blade for a second. Lightly running his finger along the edge, he was so well versed in the usage of edged weapons that he had no worry of accidental cutting. After placing his left hand on the table, Azrael's fingers spread out with an even amount of space between each one. After a gentle breath, the knife would come down quickly in each of these spaces. His control over it was perfect as his hand moved in a blur, casually stabbing at each space.<br/><br/>He supposed that meeting the rest of the crew was likely his best course of action, but honestly? Azrael wasn't here to make friends, and if they knew who he was like the farm boy from earlier? It'd be interesting to watch their reactions. Yet despite this thought, the knife continued to plunge into each of the small spaces at increasing speeds.