[ Definitely rare. And he probably wouldn't be quite as happy to hear about it -- though he'd probably still be fine with the concept -- if he hadn't spent weeks polishing his own skills with Feitan's help. It all feels like one long haze now, watching the other's claws peel away skin and flesh, all with those manic little giggles of his. Ah, good times. ]

[ He tears himself away from the memory, though there's still something fond in his smirk as he slowly shakes his head. ]

No, unfortunately he's gone. [ He doesn't know where, either. It keeps him awake at night, sometimes, thinking he's still trapped somewhere in Hell, but away from him. ] People come and go without rhyme or reason in this place. He usually used a regular knife, I think. That or his bare hands. Could grow these really wicked claws at will.

[ He gestures a bit with his hand, motioning the shape of said claws with one around the other to give a better idea what it was like. ]

Can't say I've tried to get anything other than ribbons, but it does sound hard. [ And even the thinner strips often tore or went in an unintended way. ] Sounds like you have quite a bit of experience with that.

[ go on, tell him about your hobby! ]