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entranceway2014-09-17 03:41 am
notmymccalling) wrote in entranceway2014-09-17 03:41 am
[Audio=>Video=>Action] I blink and the world was gone
[Scott tumbles back into Wonderland disoriented and in full Lacrosse gear. He even still has the burns on his neck and hand from the attempted assassination, though they’re rapidly healing. His mind is a jumble, processing how he went from the locker room to the middle of a… garden?
He pulls out his phone and thinks he hits the call-back button because Stiles should be the most recent call on his list.]
Stiles? What the heck happened? Where am…? [But his voice trails off as memories hit him like a freight train. The network audio hangs there a while as he sorts through them in his head. Then it ends and is flipped over to a video feed.
The dark eyed teen looks a little dishevelled, but he seems to look less startled than his voice had been moments ago.] Wonderland, right. Sorry about that, um… disregard?
Private filtered to Allison and Isaac:
Allison? Isaac? Are you guys still… [There’s a knot in his throat that chokes off his words, so he swallows hard and tries again.] Are you both still here?
Action:
[Scott moves briskly back to the mansion and up the flights of stairs until he hits the ninth floor. It’s a quick dash down the hall to the Beacon Hills rooms, because let’s face it, they almost all live on the same floor. He reaches the 629th room and hesitates before rapping on the surface.] Stiles?
[He needs you, broski! He’s gone through a lot since he vanished and it was difficult for him to separate the tangle of Wonderland memories with ones from home. What would he do if his bestie was gone? He’d just been standing with him in the locker room after some psycho tried to take his werewolf head off with thermal wire and now he’s here.]
Private filtered to Natasha:
Sorry! I don't know how long I was gone, but I didn't mean to skip out on training! And repeat apology for every day I've missed along with grovelling for forgiveness?
He pulls out his phone and thinks he hits the call-back button because Stiles should be the most recent call on his list.]
Stiles? What the heck happened? Where am…? [But his voice trails off as memories hit him like a freight train. The network audio hangs there a while as he sorts through them in his head. Then it ends and is flipped over to a video feed.
The dark eyed teen looks a little dishevelled, but he seems to look less startled than his voice had been moments ago.] Wonderland, right. Sorry about that, um… disregard?
Private filtered to Allison and Isaac:
Allison? Isaac? Are you guys still… [There’s a knot in his throat that chokes off his words, so he swallows hard and tries again.] Are you both still here?
Action:
[Scott moves briskly back to the mansion and up the flights of stairs until he hits the ninth floor. It’s a quick dash down the hall to the Beacon Hills rooms, because let’s face it, they almost all live on the same floor. He reaches the 629th room and hesitates before rapping on the surface.] Stiles?
[He needs you, broski! He’s gone through a lot since he vanished and it was difficult for him to separate the tangle of Wonderland memories with ones from home. What would he do if his bestie was gone? He’d just been standing with him in the locker room after some psycho tried to take his werewolf head off with thermal wire and now he’s here.]
Private filtered to Natasha:
Sorry! I don't know how long I was gone, but I didn't mean to skip out on training! And repeat apology for every day I've missed along with grovelling for forgiveness?
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[ MHM. ]
Alright.
[ Not so silently disagreeing with you, Scotty. ]
A week, and everyone's fine as far as I know.
What happened back home? [ Where the hell is he living now? Why isn't he helping Scott? ]
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She needed structure and someone to show her how to get a handle on her... new abilities as not a rabid coyote? She kinda freaks out on the full moon. She doesn't have an anchor.
Wow, a week? That's not much. I've been home a lot longer than that. That's... weird.
A lot of stuff. Awful and boring stuff. [Yep. Just stuff. Look, he doesn't know you know you're not living with them.] Nogitsune stuff and um, oh, assassins.
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[ A pause. ]
She doesn't have an anchor? Great. What are we gonna do with her here?
[ He'd make a joke about taking her round back but he actually doesn't dislike what he's seen of her. Even if she ate her family. He's been rabid before, he gets it... Sorta. ]
What kinda stuff? [ See how he's not taking that answer? Because he's not. ] So we handled the Nogitsune and now we're handling... Assassins? Like... Hunters?
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[He can see your question before you ask it, Isaac.]
I'll handle it. Trust me, she's less of a challenge than... well, the new wolf in town?
Just, school stuff and not dying stuff. [A non-committal shrug. Isaac, why are you so difficult?] Yeah, we did. Stiles is fine. They kinda... oozed apart? Turns out the key was to turn his new body by a bite and it made him vulnerable.
And kinda? Not hunters, really. Just. Assassins. People that kill other people for money. A lot of money.
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[ Now he's just kinda offended that Scott isn't telling him everything. ]
So what am I doing? About the assassins that are killing other people for a lot of money.
[ Scott don't be a basic bitch, he knows something weird is up, where is he living? He is living right?
Jesus. ]
Have they hurt anyone?
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You're uh... [He doesn't have to feign the awkwardness of this conversation, because it's genuine.] You're not doing anything. Pretty sure you don't even know about it, actually. You moved to France with the Argents. It didn't feel right to worry you over it.
[He will forever be awkward over that.]
A lot of people have died, actually. The hit list is all supernatural. All the supernatural things left in Beacon Hills as far as we can tell. But we only have two thirds of the list.
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You should tell me, back home, we could come back and help. Allison and I would always fight for you.
How the hell did they get a hit list of all the supernatural? Are you on it?
And who is the new wolf in town? Are they good? It's not another alpha is it?
[ So many questions so little time. ]
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I know you guys would. [He smiles, softer and sadder, but it's genuine and can probably be heard in his voice in the form of a sort of bitter-sweet tone.] And that's why I don't want to tell you. Isaac, that'd make you a target too if you came back. I don't want you getting hurt.
Dunno. Not yet, anyway. We're working on the who and how. Yeah. I'm on it. [He almost sounded hesitant to admit that.] Twenty-five million dollar reward; the largest so far.
Liam Dunbar. He's good, and no, he's a beta. A new beta.
[You are the inquisitive one today, Isaac.]
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[ His train of thought stops however and he narrows his eyes. ] I don't care, it'd be worth it if it'd help you guys. You better tell me back home. If you're worth Twenty-five million dollars, I wanna be there to make sure some asshole doesn't try to hurt you or Melissa.
[ A new beta.......... ]
How new is he? Did you...?
[ wow such questions much nosey. ]