SensibleSidekick
Nerd Lord
Kir wasn't even certain she should be driving at the moment.
She barely slept the night before and what little sleep she did have, that bastard filled it with nightmares. Her grip tightened on the wheel at the thought and she forced herself to take a deep breath. It had been a day or two, or so she was aware, that that... thing hadn't taken over, which was nice at least. She didn't like losing time, especially after what she woke up to the last time it decided to "play." Kir was lucky it decided to relinquish control in time so she could stop herself from slicing into her arm.
That was when she finally went to Fi after weeks of denying anything was wrong. She also told her to hide all the sharp implements in her apartment, just to avoid that little fiasco again. If Kir didn't know where the knives were, then neither would they. Hopefully.
After a little bit of research, Fi mentioned going to see someone outside of town that might be able to help, or at least offer some protection from the demon. The psychopomp had mentioned it being a witch and Kir was skeptical, but also desperate, which made the first far more easier to ignore. She was also falling behind in her school work, only fueling the desperation further. If it helped, she didn't care what or who it was.
So there the two were, driving down the interstate in her small sedan towards a long stretch of mountains cloaked in thick forest, Kir doing her best to stay focused on the road. Thank goodness for coffee. "What exit were we getting off at again?"
She barely slept the night before and what little sleep she did have, that bastard filled it with nightmares. Her grip tightened on the wheel at the thought and she forced herself to take a deep breath. It had been a day or two, or so she was aware, that that... thing hadn't taken over, which was nice at least. She didn't like losing time, especially after what she woke up to the last time it decided to "play." Kir was lucky it decided to relinquish control in time so she could stop herself from slicing into her arm.
That was when she finally went to Fi after weeks of denying anything was wrong. She also told her to hide all the sharp implements in her apartment, just to avoid that little fiasco again. If Kir didn't know where the knives were, then neither would they. Hopefully.
After a little bit of research, Fi mentioned going to see someone outside of town that might be able to help, or at least offer some protection from the demon. The psychopomp had mentioned it being a witch and Kir was skeptical, but also desperate, which made the first far more easier to ignore. She was also falling behind in her school work, only fueling the desperation further. If it helped, she didn't care what or who it was.
So there the two were, driving down the interstate in her small sedan towards a long stretch of mountains cloaked in thick forest, Kir doing her best to stay focused on the road. Thank goodness for coffee. "What exit were we getting off at again?"