Allen Walker (
save_the_souls) wrote in
driftfleet2015-08-29 08:06 pm
Twelfth ♠ Anonymous Text
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.
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.

no subject
he didn't mean to get distracted, but he holds his fingers up towards Timcanpy anyway.]
Zyo daiolegot daic'l... I'm happy to meet you, Tim.
[the words themselves are gibberish, but... somehow inherently understandable.]
no subject
[Still, Timcanpy seems to understand and is happy for the compliment. He'll fly over and carefully try to land on Robin's fingers. It's kind of like holding a quidditch snitch with little feet and a tail]
He seems happy to meet you too.