Scott DeWar
Prof. Emeritus-Supernatural Events/Countermeasure
Jorge inspected the wound. The slice went deeper than skin and into the fat layer; he could see the white tissue when he lifted the thick flap of skin. The wound quickly refilled with blood, and rinsing it out in the sink stung like a bitch. When finished, Jorge knelt down and looked more closely at the shards of the star shaped break in the tile. The one he'd pried had a thin slick of blood on it. Jorge also thought he could see something else. In the dark of his shadow, he thought he could see a shimmer of violet the shade of an electric arc. The color formed a faint nimbus right on the broken edges of the tile. On his knees and looking closely, Jorge's exhaled breath passed over the tile edges and for a moment the nimbus grew brighter, then faded away. No amount of blowing on them brought it back.
"I didn't know i had fat there" he muses out loud. He looks around for something to probe with, metal or even pieces of ceramic. He finds (*fill in the blank here*) and moves it accross the area of the violent violet nimbus of light to see if it get cut.