[ He has a different weapon these days, though it's presumably still one from (the now nonfunctional) L Corp. It's hidden from view in a black case most of the time, but when he actually has reason to use it, it's an odd thing; a large, black sword, bandaged and heavy, with a chain jangling on the grip and feathers crowning its hilt.

And that's not even beginning to touch on the living bandages he seems to have winding around his body, some other power he's never elaborated on.

He doesn't knock this time, and the reason becomes obvious, as he leans against the doorframe to regain his balance. One of them had managed to wound his leg, which was annoying even with his ability to heal such damage, and it had made him late for work.

He's splattered with blood. To his credit, it seems as if he'd cleaned up a little before coming in, to avoid tracking it all over Avery's office. ]

My apologies. This morning's commute presented some [ pause ] little problems. Nothing I couldn't deal with, but they did slow me down.

[ The sword is still halfway out of its sheath, the gold hilt poking out like a gaudy little accessory. It, too, is stained with drying blood. ]