First Bark || Voice

[betathanscott]

[He looks at the mirror for a good ten minutes. A mirror. Seriously? He has to talk and write into a mirror? They really wanted him to help out here? The day after Scott had been pronounced dead and Lydia had been mauled? How helpful did they expect him to be like this.

He’s picked up on the smell of Derek. Not his Derek, but still an Alpha.

There’s a filter to Derek after all the mulling he’s been doing- it’s dictated.]

Hey. We need to talk. Pick a place and I’ll be there.

I don’t trust the mirror system. Especially not when I could just talk to you face to face.

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I'm gonna go ahead and guess: there are a bunch of other people who got kidnapped. So. How long have you been stuck? I'm hoping for less than a week, but somehow I really doubt it.

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[puppysitting]

[He was taken aback by the sound of his voice. First of all, it was Stiles. Of all the people, he had to be the one from home here. Secondly, Derek was surprised about his voice. Stern and well, he actually thought about what he was going to say.

This was very different from the Stiles he knew. Maybe there was something wrong? Did something possibly happen? Why did he need to talk face to face? So many questions rushed through the alpha's head.

He himself stares at the mirror for a long moment, taking in the message. Straight and to the point. Impressive, coming from Stiles.]

Stiles? What's wrong?

[Derek wasn't exactly too chummy with Stiles, nor did they communicate much, except for when supernatural things were involved, or Scott. But he was reaching out to him. This was not normal. Derek had to get some details first.]

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[betathanscott]

[Face to face because his Derek had pretty much drilled trust absolutely nothing into his head. It's a hard thing to shake off. Not to mention the recent...

Well, let's just say he's not doing great.]

An entire list of things, up to and including my recent kidnapping.

[What. He spent almost every single one of his nights being taught the basics of werewolf-dom. Then again, it's not his Derek. His Derek would have just told him a place to go.]

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[puppysitting]

[Well, he wasn't disclosing any information. That was a little worrisome, but he speaks with a bit of a firm tone.]

There's a cave by the docks district. Meet me there, and we can talk.

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[betathanscott]

[Not on a system that could probably be hacked.]

I'll be there.

[Stiles'll make it there. But it'll still take him a while. He's still new, so he's not used to the layout. Really, Derek's probably there way before him.

The scent is right in some ways and completely off in others.]

Derek.

[Action]

[puppysitting]

[And Derek stood in the mouth of the cave. He was in his usual stance, with his hands in his leather jacket pockets and his head held high with confidence.

It was a few seconds before Stiles said anything that he noticed something. Something very off. His scent. It was engulfing his sense of smell. That familiar scent he knew so well, but why.

Why did he smell like--]

Why do you smell like a werewolf?

[Derek pulls his hands from out of his pockets and looks him up and down, almost accusingly. Did he run into a werewolf right before getting kidnapped?]

[Action]

[betathanscott]

[At least this double stands like the Derek he already knows.]

I don't know, maybe because I am one? [That was two months ago.]

I got bitten in the woods, y'know. Or, actually. You don't know. [Painfully obvious, since this Derek's last post on the network was about a bunch of people he'd never heard of and... well... Scott.]

[Action]

[puppysitting]

[He... slowly shakes his head, and narrows his eyes at him.]

No. Scott got bit in the woods. He's the werewolf. Not you.

[The alpha couldn't deny it though. This... Stiles smelled like a werewolf. And it wasn't Scott's werewolf scent either. He purses his lips though as he approaches Stiles, a hint of red in his eyes.]

If you're so confident you are one, then show me.

[Seeing is believing after all.]

[Action]

[betathanscott]

[Not... touching what happened to Scott. At all.]

You really can't smell it on me? Seriously? Do I sound like I'm lying? [But that would be the quickest way to confirm the truth.

He'll sigh and allow his claws and fangs to grow, and his eyes to turn the bright gold of most bitten werewolves.]

Happy now?

[Action]

[puppysitting]

[Well shit.

Stiles was a werewolf.

Derek looks on in absolute shock before he rubs his brow, his eyes returning to their original state.]

You're a werewolf. [He has to repeat this aloud, because he is just astounded. The werewolf sighs, slumping his shoulders.]

You said you were bitten in the woods. [He eyes him, letting them narrow] By who exactly?

[voice]

[fieldtrip]

Ehhh... Maybe three weeks? [There's a shrug audible in her voice.] It's not too bad-- kinda boring, maybe. They're not real bossy for kidnappers.

[voice]

[betathanscott]

And yet they still bothered with kidnapping. You'd think with all that effort they'd actually do something.

[voice]

[fieldtrip]

I don't know, I don't miss the being trapped in a big metal box part.

I'd still rather be home. There's important stuff going on in the world, I could be doing that.

[voice]

[betathanscott]

Yeah? You and me both.

I've got people to take care of.

[voice]

[fieldtrip]

[She perks up.] That happened to you, too?

Yeah, and you just can't trust them to be off on their own. They're probably having fun without me.

[voice]

[betathanscott]

I was not the guy being chained up. I was doing the rescuing. And there were no metal boxes. [He could probably get out of them though. Not that he really wants to try.]

They're just not good at taking care of themselves. [Not that Stiles helped much in that department.]

[voice]

[fieldtrip]

One of those, huh? Who were you rescuing? [She's admittedly a little curious.]

So you take care of 'em for 'em... Don't tell me, you're like their surrogate dad for the parental figures they never knew or could trust as a child.

[voice]

[betathanscott]

One of my teachers.

[Yeah, alright, he'll laugh at that] No, I trust my dad, my dad trusts me. The only thing I don't trust him to do is eat right.

Voice

[easy_a]

You'd be guessing right. Welcome to Darstone, home of the fucked up; place is a proper shithole, I'll warn you right now.

[She pauses briefly as she thinks; try as she might, no definite answer comes to mind.] Afraid I've sort of lost track of time; I don't exactly have a calendar hanging about.

Voice

[betathanscott]

Can't be that awful if I get company like you. At least we agree on something.

Figures. The whole cave thing puts a damper on telling time, huh?

Voice

[easy_a]

Bit early to be passing that sort of judgement, yeah? Wot if I'm ugly? Might not be good company then, yeah?

[Her tone is light, amused.]

I suppose. I don't really go out into the caves; it's bad enough dealing with people in here... like I want to add monsters to my list.

Voice

[betathanscott]

I can always appreciate snark.

Not fond of your roommates? Not fond of people? Don't like being kidnapped?

Monsters. Okay. More reason to avoid going out there.

Voice

[easy_a]

Well, then. Maybe there's hope after all.

And would it be bad if I answered "all of the above"? At any rate, you'll find out why soon enough. Probably.

Voice

[betathanscott]

Just probably? No 100 percent certainty about it? I feel like at least one of those questions should come with 100% stamp.

Voice

[easy_a]

Do you really want me to say, "Oh, you're going to hate it here and hate everyone in here"?

Voice

[betathanscott]

Actually? Yes. I've gotten very used to pessimism.