Narrative: Something Amiss WHO: Alex Jiang and mention of Fred Jordan WHEN: Oct. 29, afternoon WHERE: Campus
Alex made a habit of taking more strolls in the spirit world. Now that the black splotch on his person was a bit smaller, the spirits were friendlier to him. Some were still wary, but they were the ones with an elephant's memory. They remembered what he had done. Alex was accepting it though and having seen that his abilities could help people, and he didn't just know how to hurt things. Alex was good at hurting other people. For a long time, a form of it had protected him from the harms others attempted to inflict on him. He was getting better at recognizing when he was acting like an asshole. One day he'd get better about reining it in once he saw it.
But now he wandered about campus while his body was in his room, safely protected with a lock on the door and locks to keep others from taking his body for a spin. A hard lesson that Alex once had to learn. There were a lot of hard lessons since arriving at St. Margaret's almost four years before.
As he made his way to the garage where Fred typically was, head underneath some hood of a car, making sense of the mechanics there, he paused. Fred had no soul left in her, so her form looked different. He could make out her shape but there was a missing ethereal version of herself. That had gone the day she became a vampire. He'd seen it happen to Leon.
It wasn't the first time he saw Fred thorugh the lens of the spirit world. It's how he could tell something was different about her. Something was there that wasn't there before, latched onto her mind. Alex moved around Fred, staring at it, trying to figure out what it was. He learned not to touch things without permission or without someone with more experience there.
But there was something there. He'd have to talk to Fred about it. Maybe she knew what it might be.