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Jason sits on the bedroom floor, a stack of boxes by his side. Spread out on the floor in front of him is a piece black crushed velvet, roughly three foot by three foot. The door is shut, but not locked, a 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the outside of it.

He opens the first box and pulls out two antique katar blades and a antique Nubian dagger. He smiles while holding the dagger, the smell of old blood still on it. He carefully sets the three blades on the material, then turns to the next box.

Opening it, he finds two Khukuri daggers, along with two smaller knives. He places them on the velvet, continuing though the boxes.

Some of them are normal, functioning, daggers. Others are merely for decorative display. Two of them are replicas.

The last three though, those are for Gabe. A steel katar, a Horus dagger, and a simple Greek dagger.

He looks down at the arrangement before him, occasionally picking one up and looking it over then setting it back down on the material.

"Damn, going to have to buy a locking case now."

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He wakes slowly, not wanting to move. He had shifted back sometime during the night, it was kinda fuzzy. Peeling himself from the sticky blankets and sheets, he stands slowly and walks toward the bathroom. He walks into the shower, turning the water on scalding and steps under the spray. Leans against the wall, letting the water pound into his body, washing away the sticky fluid and the coldness on his skin.