[ Alex says nothing for the rest of the journey. If only Jaime knew just how right he was about Alex's situation being worse. It didn't matter, though. Not anymore.
He scooped the journals up, shoving them quickly back into his bag because he wanted to be the one to open his damn door, but there Jaime was again - a knight in shining armour, it seemed - door open and closing once Alex was out. Blue eyes looked at the hotel, taking in the details and wondering what their policy was on laying down a shit load of salt around all the windows and doors.
The sixth floor. Didn't seem much of a problem, but when Jaime made a joke about telling Robert, and having to show him the way, Alex actually laughed. Properly. ]
Yeah, rather you than me, bud.
[ Alex could imagine it now; how angry Robert would be - most likely blaming Jaime for it - and how he'd huff and puff his way up the damn stairs. He laughed again at the thought, following Jaime up the stairs. ]
If this thing is a Tulpa, there's not much we can do but try and convince Robert to change his train of thought. And figure out where he's been looking at the sigil. Does he have a journal? Or... books he's always reading? Anything like that?
[ It didn't take them long to reach the sixth floor, and whilst the corridor didn't give much reason to think the hotel as fancy, the room Robert was in certainly did. It was large; like it took up a quarter of the top floor on its own. There was a large, king sized bed on one side of the wall, with a TV facing it. A couch sat in a corner, next to the standard desk and chair that hotel rooms had. The room had an en-suite, and when Alex looked in and flicked the light on, saw that it had both an individual bath and shower. ]
Hey - imagine Robert tryin' to get out of that bath.
[ Alex said over his shoulder to Jaime, a smirk on his face. Maybe they were reaching an understanding over their mutual dislike of the Prime Minister. ]
I could fill the thing up with water and get it blessed and then let Robert sit in it all night so he's protected. Then we could just go out and get drunk and not have to worry about him.
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He scooped the journals up, shoving them quickly back into his bag because he wanted to be the one to open his damn door, but there Jaime was again - a knight in shining armour, it seemed - door open and closing once Alex was out. Blue eyes looked at the hotel, taking in the details and wondering what their policy was on laying down a shit load of salt around all the windows and doors.
The sixth floor. Didn't seem much of a problem, but when Jaime made a joke about telling Robert, and having to show him the way, Alex actually laughed. Properly. ]
Yeah, rather you than me, bud.
[ Alex could imagine it now; how angry Robert would be - most likely blaming Jaime for it - and how he'd huff and puff his way up the damn stairs. He laughed again at the thought, following Jaime up the stairs. ]
If this thing is a Tulpa, there's not much we can do but try and convince Robert to change his train of thought. And figure out where he's been looking at the sigil. Does he have a journal? Or... books he's always reading? Anything like that?
[ It didn't take them long to reach the sixth floor, and whilst the corridor didn't give much reason to think the hotel as fancy, the room Robert was in certainly did. It was large; like it took up a quarter of the top floor on its own. There was a large, king sized bed on one side of the wall, with a TV facing it. A couch sat in a corner, next to the standard desk and chair that hotel rooms had. The room had an en-suite, and when Alex looked in and flicked the light on, saw that it had both an individual bath and shower. ]
Hey - imagine Robert tryin' to get out of that bath.
[ Alex said over his shoulder to Jaime, a smirk on his face. Maybe they were reaching an understanding over their mutual dislike of the Prime Minister. ]
I could fill the thing up with water and get it blessed and then let Robert sit in it all night so he's protected. Then we could just go out and get drunk and not have to worry about him.