The Mighty Belthazor

Bel was tired. And sore.

Last night, he'd been awaken from a sound sleep by John Connor screaming on the other side of the cabin. He'd gone over to see what the hell was going on, and John had attacked him. Of course he'd defended himself. But then when John attacked Lana and then Maia, he'd become enraged, lost control over his temper, and come close to killing John. If John had hurt Phoebe, he probably would have killed him.

So he was decidedly emo about how easy it was to slip into demon form. He was stiff and sore. And he was pissy about getting detention for defending himself and the girls.

Staying in bed today seemed a good idea.


[ooc: open to the girlfriend, any Koala residents who might pop their heads in, or anyone who has reason to visit Bel.]

Moving was easy when you were a demon that could teleport. Bel gathered up the things he and Phoebe would need for their cabin and shimmered over to get things set up. It took more than one trip to get all the things Phoebe wanted. He could've waited until tomorrow to do it since he had no workshops on Monday, but why bother? Tuesday morning was archery, Wednesday was photography (not that he had any interest in it, but Veronica had headtilted at him), Thursday was leadership, and Friday was "Flight and Flying," which, okay, he took just for the opportunity to harass Anakin.

As he dragged one bed from alcove 1 to alcove 3 and pushed it against the bed that was already there, he idly wondered who was in the other half of the cabin. Might be awkward if any of the many new demon hunters were living right next door.


[Open like an open thing that opens.]