Twelfth ♠ Anonymous Text

[save_the_souls]

Who: Allen Walker (anonymous)
Broadcast: Text, Anonymous
Action: Nope.
When: Today

[Things have been going well for Allen the past month. Very well. And while that was certainly a good thing, he couldn't shake the anxiety that it meant something was about to go horribly wrong. Because you know, because it usually did for him. ]

[So he here was, trying to at least put a few of his fears at rest- especially after this latest round of augment malfunctions. Just what if the next round of malfunctions were less benevolent in nature? In truth - he didn't really expect any good answers. There almost never was when he sought out help. Still, there was always a chance. And at least he'd feel like he was doing something]

[The text post that is put up is anonymous, purposefully typed out not to sound like his own wording.]

i have a question.

is there anyone here who knows about stopping or containing demons or things like them? specifically possessions.

thanks.

Comments

[save_the_souls]

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[ That had to be the stupidest thing he's heard all this post. ]

thank you, but i think that'd just get me sticky.

[stefanged]

[HE CAN FEEL THAT JUDGMENT. Partially because he's judging himself now too...]

Probably. But if you're sticky enough, a demon possessing you couldn't move.

[save_the_souls]

...

Thank you, but I think you should save the bottles for another time.

[stefanged]

I'll try to. [If, you know, Alex doesn't drink the rest of them first.]

Sorry, this isn't really in my realm. The demon stuff, I mean. Possession, a little, but the stories don't end well. I don't want you to go through what the people I knew did. No one deserves that.

[save_the_souls]

it's alright. i appreciate the attempts. this isn't my first time trying to seek out information, so i'm not surprised there aren't a lot of answers.

but don't worry, i plan to keep looking.

[stefanged]

Good. Your inner demon may be literal in this case, but you are far more than that. I don't know if that's something that can ever go away, or even holed up, without hurting you or whoever would hold it as a host...

Prayers and holy soda can only do so much, but I don't want to go down the route of lava or a knife stabbing unless we have to.

[He really doesn't know who he's talking to. This is just... him being him.]

[save_the_souls]

[There's a pause at his end.]

Thank you, sir.

[ He does mean it, even if it's a short answer. ]

[stefanged]

Careful, you're starting to sound like a broken record.

My name's Stefan. I may not know much, but if you ever want to talk, let me know. There'll always be a cup of tea for you.

[save_the_souls]

sorry. didn't mean to.

i'll keep that in mind Stefan.

[stefanged]

sure, but

...

that was supposed to be a joke. :(