Post by Annasiel on Feb 11, 2022 19:03:36 GMT
The 'detective' appeared, stepping his way across the top of the field, confirming Nightingale's suspicions. Whether or not Jasmine wasn't with him, like she claimed, she couldn't say. At the fake officer's comment, her brow furrowed, arms folding.
"Nightingale. I don't talk to police all that often, and I would say that's a good thing."
The old man was here, now, too. Maybe - maybe all these people were all just - following their own separate agenda. Maybe they all saw a girl in distress, and wanted to help, and had nothing to do with each other. Her attention flickered between the three as each - save for the one who called himself William - took their turns at offering reassurances to the girl below. She was the priority, here. If something more came out of this, Nightingale could handle it then. Sighing, she moved back from Jasmine, angling her toes downward at where she assumed the top of the field to be.
"I'm going to come inside, alright?" she said, lowering herself slowly towards the ground. "Don't worry. I know you won't hurt me."
She smiled at the girl. Laine, she said her name was. Laine.
"Charles and Jasmine are right, Laine. What happened here - isn't something you should blame yourself for. Nobody here is in any danger, either. Nobody was hurt. Alright?"
Was that honest? They might be frozen forever. She didn't know how this worked. There weren't best practices, or guidelines, or books full of cases. Every situation was unique. It was that same uncertainty that plagued her when she first started changing, that fear when she first stood at the edge of her apartment roof, wondering if she would be able to fly, or simply plummet to the ground below. Back then, she didn't care much either way.
"I know you can stop this. It's a part of you. It isn't something to be afraid of, and it isn't something you can't learn to control. I believe in you, Laine."
Now -
She took the plunge, trusting in a girl she never met.
"Nightingale. I don't talk to police all that often, and I would say that's a good thing."
The old man was here, now, too. Maybe - maybe all these people were all just - following their own separate agenda. Maybe they all saw a girl in distress, and wanted to help, and had nothing to do with each other. Her attention flickered between the three as each - save for the one who called himself William - took their turns at offering reassurances to the girl below. She was the priority, here. If something more came out of this, Nightingale could handle it then. Sighing, she moved back from Jasmine, angling her toes downward at where she assumed the top of the field to be.
"I'm going to come inside, alright?" she said, lowering herself slowly towards the ground. "Don't worry. I know you won't hurt me."
She smiled at the girl. Laine, she said her name was. Laine.
"Charles and Jasmine are right, Laine. What happened here - isn't something you should blame yourself for. Nobody here is in any danger, either. Nobody was hurt. Alright?"
Was that honest? They might be frozen forever. She didn't know how this worked. There weren't best practices, or guidelines, or books full of cases. Every situation was unique. It was that same uncertainty that plagued her when she first started changing, that fear when she first stood at the edge of her apartment roof, wondering if she would be able to fly, or simply plummet to the ground below. Back then, she didn't care much either way.
"I know you can stop this. It's a part of you. It isn't something to be afraid of, and it isn't something you can't learn to control. I believe in you, Laine."
Now -
She took the plunge, trusting in a girl she never met.