Private First Session: Tilly

Therapy had never really been an option for Tilly in the years since she had become the Sapphire Spark's bearer. Not that she hadn't had therapy: the government had shoved her in front of dozens of shrinks and pansies to try and get to the root os the girl's problems. But none of them had ever been able to help, because at the end of the day she couldn't just outright say 'I kill monsters.' They'd have stuck her in a loony bin. Drugged her up. And then she would have died, pacified and alone. And as she got older, therapy wasn't an option because she just couldn't afford it. But apparently here that was less of a problem. She could get herself some therapy if she just went through some paperwork for help from the government.

Tilly was nothing if not self-motivated. She had spent her whole life relying only on herself. After killing titans and hordes of goblins and the like, filling out some paperwork was nothing. All she had to do now was wait.

Sitting outside of this guy's downtown office, she tried once again to mouth out his name. Val... girder? What the fuck kind of letter was that? She squinted at the name plate again and went back to messing with one of her many piercings. She was starting to get nervous now though. What if this guy just thought she was crazy? Like, vampires and demons and stuff were one thing: you could still see them at least. But she was the only person in the world who could see and deal with the things that attacked her. If it weren't for her near constant state of mild injury, even she might think she was just crazy.

Speaking of injuries, Tilly was sporting a nice bruise on her cheek and a heavily bandaged left hand. She checked her phone again, both to see if there was any work she was missing for this and to see how close it was to her appointment time.

"Tilly," she said almost automatically, shuffling into Valli's office at his invitation. She pulled her hoodie around her, a bit more self conscious than usual about her appearance and weight when she saw just how near perfect this guy looked. He had to be old enough to be her dad but he looked way more put together than she had ever seen someone be.
"I mean, Tilly's fine. S'what everyone calls me anyway. Dunno how t'say yers though."

She coughed a bit awkwardly, waiting for him to tell her what to call him. At least she hoped she wasn't just stupid and didn't know something easy that everyone else did. Once the pleasantries were out of the way, she sink down into her seat and kinda hunches her shoulders forward.
"So what kind are ye? Got tossed around to plenty of couch an' clipboard types over the years."

Tilly couldn't help but laugh at the bit about having difficulty explaining oneself out in the normal world. "Oh aye. I know all 'bout that. Figured out real quick that tellin' the docs about the monsters just earned me a rattly bottle o' compliance. But," she continued, pausing to clear hr throat and steel herself. Fighting monsters was nothing new to her. She could practically do it in her sleep. But talking about it, expecting to be taken seriously. Man that was so much harder.

"Reckon to start off: there's a wee cunt starin' at me from a stump where yer desk is. Looks like a cat with knives fer hands. He'll prolly fuck off in a few and go get the rest of his gang. Maybe thirty of the little bastards. They'll follow me until they think they can get the drop and start chewin' on me til either i kill them or they kill me. Tomorrow it might be a big fucker what looks like a bear with three heads. Or a pack o' flyin' scorpions. So if I start flailin' me arms and cursin' more'n usual, ye know why."

Tilly paused, holding her breath waiting for Valli's reaction to this. And true to her word,. the little bugger scampered off, taking a moment to look back at her over its shoulder. Not that Valli could see any of this.

Tilly opened her mouth to speak, but paused. She... actually hadn't thought about any of that. Getting evidence. What could she even offer in that regard? She closed her mouth sheepishly and shrugged. "I mean if that little cunt was still around I could 'ave 'im bite me. Figure teeth marks are pretty good evidence. Otherwise..."

Tilly trailed off, half glaring at her shoes now. Of course he didn't believe her. Why should he? He thought she was a nutter just like every other shrink she'd seen. Self harm and schizophrenic tendencies. A bottle of pills to sedate her. And she'd just end up hurt worse for it.

"I've got t' fuckin' rock in me chest," she finally said, still struggling to think of anything. "It kinda glows through me skin if ye turn the lights out. It's the thing wot lets them things fuck wi' me."

"A ken A ain't crazy, bu' this shite is drivin' me there. Only thing some days keepin' me from shovin' off is knowin' the second A keel o'er, one o' the bastards on the other side'll eat the rock and fuck things up right proper on this side o' the gap." Well, that or else that the asshole who put the Spark in her chest to begin with would just take it back and fuck over some other poor kid.

Once again though Tilly was kind of at a momentary loss for words. She played with the piercing through her lower lip, flicking it left and right with her tongue as she considered Valli's latest question. She finally gave a defeated shrug and slumped down further in her seat.

"A don ken, honestly. A've 'ad fifteen years t' come t'terms wi' this shite. Thought A 'ad. But this flash bastard goes an' tells me someone can fix me. But e'eryone A talk to, s'the same story. 'Nay, lass. Yer fucked.' As if A didn' ken tha' already. S'just... why get me fuckin hopes up and just pull th' feckin chair out from under me arse."