With A Pinch Of Salt

[pm] Really? Fort Lauderdale? You can do better than that.

He’s not my buddy, Cassidy. Nor is he my choice. You need to stay away.

[pm] What can I say, been a long day. I’m not at my best. 

Well, you’ve got someone taking up space rent free. Seems pretty close to me.

[pm] We’ve never been.

[d: Aahahaaa Uuuuuuhhh] That’s kind of a doosey of a question, unfortunately. You know how this place is. Did you take care of everything you needed to?

A doosey. That’s  not   I have an idea, sure. Sure I’ll be back in the deep end with whatever this place wants to pull next. Weird how much you get used to here that’s the furthest thing from normal anywhere else. Sort of. 

[pm] Like an eye in the palm of its hand. They’re fine. The car took care of the sitauation. 

… Sorry. Should I not have told you?

Yes. And it was confirmed by a ghost someone close to her. I believe it to be her. 

I have a scribe friend. And Mike already knows that I’m looking into him. And apparently thinks I’m a threat. I’m being careful. I promise. I - um - I threw Rebecca into a wall when Mike was in control. With my head. So he knows I can do that and he knows I know what he is. I’m safe. 

[pm] I’m going to get you a tank.

No. No you should have. You should have. I’m sorry, I’m just figuring out how I’m going to do this. I need to    the hell am I supposed to 

For now. Okay. I trust you, just keep it that way. Please  Please. You can’t trust  her anymore, not with this, not completely. That thing could take the wheel again any time. Keep your distance. 

Apparently with a baguette. That was a knife.

Yeah, you’re probably right. 

Must have been really boring if you missed the weirdness.

[pm] Uh, poltergeists. Any tips? Hypothetically. 

A baguette knife. Okay, now I know you’re screwing with me.

Not exactly,but I managed to forget fish rain is only a White Crest special. Got a couple of weird looks.

[pm] I hit intentionally hit a monster with hands for the eyes that was eating my friend with the same friends car. 

Rebecca’s possessed by a dybbuk. That’s why the summoning got fucked up. The dybbuk came out for a bit with no one knowing, I’ve called it Mike. Mike tricked me and that’s how I found out. 

Rebecca is back in control now.

I’ve got books on the subject and have been doing research.

[pm] Jesus. A hand made of eyes or like a whole eye? The hell am I saying The friend, they alive okay? Alive even? 

That’s not   No  I’m not doing this. Not happ

[user is typing]

You’ve got to be fucking kidding me 

[user is looking at their car keys and decides on more pacing] 

[user has wore themselves down and is typing again]

A possessed exorcist, oh that’s great. That’s really great. That’s perfect. That’s   Fuck

 In control, right. For now.  If it’s even her you were tal  She tell you that? 

Yes multiple mimes. As I’ve been stabbed multiple times by multiple different mimes. No fucking clue what I did to piss them off other than say their food at that dumb restaurant isn’t real fucking French cuisine. I mean exploding said restaurant probably didn’t help but– 

Unfortunately I can’t afford netflix for the whole town so guess I’m stuck being the town’s source of entertainment. Love that. 

How’ve you been?

I’d say you were screwing with me if I didn’t know this town any better. Begs the question how exactly you mime stab someone, but guess them’s were fightin words.

Rough luck, least till they get bored and move onto something else and find somebody to be the next flavor of the month. 

Raymond ‘Ray’ Ward 

Age: 49 (deceased) - Relationship: Mentor and Friend  - Species: Exorcist -Face Claim: Anson Mount 

Originally from Seattle, Ray was more of a parent to her than her actual parents. Her first contact with him was at 21 following and slightly bungled first attempt at an exorcism at her internship at a local newspaper. Despite some misgivings he saw someone with some talent and some potential and offered to help.

Ray was someone that believed in the sink or swim method of teaching. She preferred learning by doing and trial and error. The two of them shared a lot of  similar personality traits like stoicism, sarcasm and stubbornness, so they were well suited and got along well, going from reluctant friends to her viewing him as a parental figure in her life.(In a similar way to Ellie and Joel from The Last Of Us and Rube and Georgia from Dead Like Me.)  “Don’t bleed in my car,” she quickly learned was ‘Ray Speak’ for “please be okay.” They were both estranged from their families and although Ray didn’t talk about him directly, he had a son who got into summonings and was killed when a banishment attempt went wrong. Ray didn’t discuss his son much, but his death was the reason he got into exorcisms and a large reason why he tried to shield Cassie from the demonology side of exorcisms right up until his death. He didn’t want to lose another kid. 

//FUCK

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I have no fucking clue. I think it might have been the mimes. Not that I have any idea why so many people are this fucking invested in my sex life. Which still does not involve mimes. For the record.

[pm] I mean, do you want to hear about me hitting some hand eyed monster with a friend’s car the other day? Because that was whack. 

It’s… half about that. Um, I know what her deal is, and she’s going to need a lot of help and I don’t know how to help her. 

Have you ever heard of a dybbuk? 

[pm] I do now. 

[pm] [d: It’s not a] I’m fine. It’s about Rebecca.

[pm] Okay, just checking. That’s a plus.