Thread: Ghost of Demon Past (Soul &+&+ Alvis)

Carl sighed, seeing that she was coming around. That was good. Some air, a little bit of time and she'd be right as rain. This had been a good, smart move on his part. he was about to mentally give himself a pat on the back when she started to crouch. Oh Gods, was she about to be sick? He hoped not, that was never a pleasant experience for anyone, but then she started to talk. Faintly. She was crouched, adn he was tall, SO he leaned down some to close up the gap between them. She was...just talking. It was like she needed to get words out, but what he saw in her face was not what he expected. She'd always shown a good face to the bar, a strong front, walls and walls of armour and protection from everything. But at this moment, that wasn't quite true. There was a lot less armour on her, and the more she spoke, it looked like it was cracking through. This...this was not what he'd been bargaining for. He'd been taking a co-worker out for some air, but it looked like Jaime was in the process of having a complete breakdown, a total collapse of her mind. And that was not something he'd bee banking on seeing. He'd heard the rumours, something about a number of years back, that Jaime was still putting the pieces of herself back together, that she might never find them all again, let alone remember where they all went. A more poetic soul than he might have a clever analogy for that, but right then, he was content with just knowing that she was not going to be fine out here. That she was going to need someone to lean on, and frankly he was more than big enough to take the weight. It was what you did for people in a tight spot. that had been drilled into him gorwing up, and it had never failed to land him in trouble. But that didn't mean he was willing to stop doing it yet either. Okay Jaime. Okay. Carl said as soothingly as he could, and crouched beside her. He still dwarfed her, but he was closer to her. So. Someone is in there that needs to go away. That seems like the first part of the problem and that, Jaime, is easy enough to fix to be honest. Did you want me to wait here with you, or go get him gone? He asked her, keeping his voice low, but enough to travel to her ears pretty capably. It was getting a little crowded. People around him he didn't know, didn't want to know. And none of them were her. She'd been taken out back by the large newcomer, and despite wanting to see her again, see what had become of her, see if she was recovering, but there was no way to do it subtly, no way without tipping his hand. And besides, he had a hunch that he knew the man she'd been with, and no confrontation with him was going to end well without a gun. A large one with a good rate of fire preferably. He drained his glass, and waved the tender over. Someone had been by to mop the floor, clearing away the broken glass. He put some cash on the counter, more than enough, and waved away the attempt at change. He left the bar. Outside was cool, and crisp, just the way he liked it. He slid into his car, flicking the switch inside, and settling into the seat. It started with a purr, and he lifted his radio. 12 is in. He said calmly. He heard an answer, and pulled away from the bar. Things to do. Always. Things to do, adn places to go. He'd keep busy. But he had so much more to think about now. o many more things to do. It would be a wonder if he found the time. But when it was important, one made the time. And there was little more important than this.