datadiving | CALL ME OUT, 2019 EDITION

[Greg had sent a somewhat panicked text to Bairre - he'd gotten something back from Grimm and he didn't know what to do about it, it's better talked about in person, please come over when you can.

It wouldn't be unreasonable for Bairre to assume Greg had gotten wings, or learned how to shoot fireballs, or done that weird pufferfish thing on accident. But no, when Bairre arrives Greg is still more or less human-shaped (red eyes, more pointed ears, but that's all).

He just also has Grimmchild sitting on top of his head. Unlike their panicked father, they seem perfectly content chewing on Greg's hair.]

Bairre. [Greg doesn't think he's been more relieved to see Bairre since he helped him move out.] They just arrived this morning.

[ The unofficial emergency jaeger they keep stored in a back room (as much as a giant robot can be stored in a back room) is getting twitchy. As jaegers aren't supposed to do that, but this one has a 24/7 pilot, it makes people...

Nervous.

So someone's going to have to check on it.

("People are always nervous about what they don't understand," he had said to her once, but that was a lifetime ago.) ]

[ He's got a servant's uniform on and a servant's manner; he acts entirely like he knows where he's going and what he's doing, pushing a large trolley like he's got somewhere to be.

It's this kind of acting that lets him dump a body in a sadly neglected storage closet (filled mostly with dust and a few cleaning tools he retrieves just for the look of the thing) until he can either come back for it later, or leave it to be discovered when he can no longer be connected with the crime at all.

He continues on his way down the hallway, entirely oblivious to the fact that maybe someone else wanted to use that closet for something. ]

[ Time passes, in a way. And then again, it doesn't.

Funny how the actions of one person can change an entire future.

He's spent much of his time here; given up all his other duties. He'd like to say he argued with his masters to let him be here, but they'd understood, like they'd always did, and he'd felt...ashamed, in his own way, for thinking they would ask him to continue in the face of this.

(He is sentimental and guilty and weak, or at least he says he is, and his lord scolds him for it.

"If your thoughts are elsewhere, then how can you work? We'll handle it from here."

He accepts the judgement, even if it's entirely in his own head.)

She does need a bodyguard, from time to time. Daemons and errant fae and other things, attempting to siphon off magic, to break the seal. But mostly, he just keeps her company.

He doesn't know if she can hear anything. Still, he sings to her, occasionally. And he tells her stories, never the same one twice.

("The counterspell is ready. Just wait for the signal.")

He waits, with an immortal's patience, for the day when she'll be called to wake, once again. ]

[ If he really is a reincarnation of someone else, he kind of wishes his other self had more durability.

Or maybe it hasn't kicked in yet. He doesn't know. Maybe he just got unlucky.

He doesn't really want to test it again, though.

These are the kind of thoughts running through your head when you've just woken up in a hospital bed, apparently. He hasn't spent much time in hospital, which is a good thing, he thinks.

The light shining through the window is shining on his face. It's kind of annoying.

He moves to try and get it out of his face. He's tired. He wants to go back to sleep. ]

brumm, recolle au

FUN WITH JAEGERS

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recolle au, bairre does something dumb and ends up in hospital