Of Motleys that weren't

[Gerrit]

With his size, the odd jobs and the spartan living situation Gerrit was suddenly reminded of Ram - or Tobias, as the Ogre wanted to be called shortly before disappearing. Maybe the Lost that disappeared were replaced in their essence by new Lost coming through Sacramento? Ram became Jasper, General Worm became Gawain. Would Gerrit have met someone like him if he had stayed away a bit longer? No, that was insane. Gerrit cleared his throat and refocused on less paranoid thoughts. "I see. If you ever find yourself short on work just tell me. I know a few owners of small businesses who need help now and then."

He listened to Jaspers situation with a neutral face. It seemed like there already were several offers to help the Beast out, and by not taking them he made it clear that it was not necessary to press the matter further. "I respect that. Just try and stay safe yourself." Although he had no doubt that Jasper knew how to take care of himself.
Gerrit took a look at his watch, furrowed his brows and emptied his remaining water. "I'm sorry, but I have another appointment that I need to attend. Maybe we can continue this conversation some time? Maybe somewhere where we could chat a bit about your opinion on politics." The slight pause before the last word could make it clear that Gerrit wasn't talking about donkeys and elephants. Jasper carried no Mantle and Gerrit was interested in the reason for that.

[CTL]Sorry for the long wait, but we're almost out of time.[/color]

[Jasper]

The Beast doesn't know about all the others that came before him. He is who he is and can be no other. He nods to the offer with a smile, though it's not fully pleasant. The memories sifting about his mind at the moment are enough to spoil any true mirth. "I might take you up on that. Always could use a bit more."

He takes another swig of his beer before nodding to him. "It's worked thus far.. but then I've had people to look after me too."

He nods and shifts his large frame. "Not a problem. I've got things I need to look into as well," he says, downing the last of his Guinness before smiling at the frostbitten man. "Sure. That sounds good to me. You've got my number. I can usually find time for most anything."

He pushes back his chair and stands, giving a small stretch of his less than small frame.

Not a problem. Looks like a good place for us to end this.