Private Relearned Fear

Arda was actually just heading home from a bar across town when he suddenly felt a sensation that he hadn't felt in some time. Summoning. It was sudden, but as per his new agreement with his new partner, he knew it was something serious.

It was instantaneous, but he got his bearings quickly. Another bar, demons around looking on, especially now that a shirtless monkey man was in their midst. Things seemed alright? He knew she had settled things with Chloe so it couldn't be her. But someone with noble lineage was bound to have other enemies by virtue of their rank. That said, things seemed calm? The only reason anyone was looking their way was because he'd popped out of thin air.

"Hey... Violet what's going on?" he asked quietly.

Well this was already shaping up to clearly be less than an ideal situation. Definitely qualified as an emergency for sure. Violet definitely wasn't drunk, but she was suffering the effects of something potent. Besides, as far as he knew Violet carried herself responsibly when she did go out.

"Yeah, I can see tha-" he was about to say something cheeky but reassuring before whisking her out of the bar to ride out the effects of whatever this was. Unfortunately someone spoke up.

And then now there were two Ardas. One to stick by Violet, and one to deal with this new guy. He was way too friendly about that. Kinda suspicious as far as he was concerned.

"Do you always get in people's business when someone calls a friend to pick em up from the bar?" Arda 2 said to the suspicious new guy.

"Let's get you outta here..." the other Arda said to Violet. "Get you somewhere quiet so you can sleep this off..."

"That you should just quit," the Arda that was with Violet said as he began to carry her out of the bar. The other Arda stood shaking his head before he followed himself out. He opted out of giving either people who'd hopped in any regards as he did so.

Part of him was counting on the fact that he was an arena fighter to keep anyone from attempting anything stupid. Someone there probably recognized him. "Sheesh what a mess," he grumbled under his breath as he headed out.

Arda was tense still, leaving the bar, and heading up to street level. One of him kept an eye on Violet, the other keeping his eyes peeled for anyone else coming. Eventually that Arda split into two smaller versions of himself for that purpose. His next step was figuring out if his house or hers was closest. Or it would have been if Violet hadn't stopped dead in her tracks, looking at him like she was waiting for him to say something.

He knew whatever she was drugged with was magical in nature. A place like this, of course it was. The average slimebag would have to consider the various physiologies for their victims. His gut was telling him this was some sort of mind control drug. He had to be carful how he approached this.

"Hey, what's wrong? We need to get you somewhere safe so you can work this out of your system," he put a hand on her shoulder as he said this. His face was calm, reassuring, his tail in stark contrast was swaying, betraying his nervousness.