Room 540, Tuesday morning - NFB

[demonbelthazor]

The Source flamed into an empty room on the 5th floor. Simple shape-changing wasn't a good idea for him at the moment, not without having to take out whomever he was impersonating permanently, which could possibly be discovered and lead right back to him.

Fortunately, he had another option available.

He pulled out his cell phone and called Blair.


[ooc: Locked to lovechildblair. Empty room used with admin permission. If it turns out this room is used for some purpose I'm not aware of (it's empty on the housing list), please just ping me and I can change the number.]

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[demonbelthazor]

"It wasn't me," Bel protested. "It was someone who...just looked like me. Someone trying to set me up or something."

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

"Like a clone or something? That totally sucks, man." Blair shook his head. "Why would they do that?"

[demonbelthazor]

"It could be demons trying to get revenge for my betrayal of the Underworld," Bel said. "But...you can help me, Blair."

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

"I'm so sick of the underworld." Blair rolled his eyes. "They just need to get a life and leave you alone."

"Anything, man. I'm happy to help." Blair nodded and bounced. "Need me to make some signs? Or mediate a meeting between you and the school or something?"

[demonbelthazor]

"No," Bel said, smirking. "You can just be your innocent self." He took a step toward Blair, his form changing to something akin to wispy grey smoke. Stepping into Blair, he disappeared.

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

"What does that-" Blair's eyes widened as Bel changed into smoke. There wasn't time for running away or even stepping back before the smoke was upon him and he shook for a moment, half bent over.

Raising up, the Source took a look around and breathed deeply. This was going to work nicely.