Re: carver/michael
Why are you assuming they'll be afraid of you?
Anything's better than possession, I guess. [...] The first one I can remember was [...] with the demon, in high school. I banished it, although, you know, not before [...] what happened to you. I had a few grains of salt in my pocket, and I thew them as a hail mary last ditch kind of thing. They [...] multiplied? Turned into more of a shower of salt than a pinch. Honestly, salt shouldn't have been enough on its own to banish something that ugly anyway. I sort of lost all the fingerprints on my right hand after that. I thought it was some sort of spiritual chemical burn, but they were just sort of gone, like they were never there at all.
Next thing was what happened with my wife. Atticus already told you about that, I'm guess. We got in a fight, fell out the window of the B&B together, but I never hit the ground. She did. [...] Died instantly. I woke up a month later at my bio parents old house. No memory of what happened in between, and the rest of my fingerprints were missing off my left hand. [...] When I came back, I thought maybe I just hit my head and the fall wasn't so bad as I thought, because Clem was still around. [...] But she wasn't. Not really.
And the third time, I threw some salt, again, on some ghosts that were beating on a friend of mine at the B&B. Maybe I need to move. Anyway, the salt ignited this time. Blue fire, cold, drove the ghosts away.
[He reads back over that mess.] You know, re-reading all of this it seems sort of ridiculous that I didn't put any of it together sooner, knowing what I know about the weird and extranormal. But it never connected. There was always a good reason for everything. With the salt, I thought I just got lucky. Now that it's happened twice, if I apply myself to it objectively [...] maybe some sort of inherent spellcasting? Because I already knew what the salt ought to do in my head, which is banish things, so I enhanced it in some sort of messy way? Falling with Clem, that I can't explain. Gut reaction, I guess, to mortal danger, although I couldn't tell you what that reaction was. [...] I just know I wasn't there when she hit the ground. I was under her when we went out the window, but [...] yeah, she hit the ground alone.