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First Bark || Voice

[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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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?

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.

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.

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.

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

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

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

Well then, you're not going to like it here or the people here.

...Except for maybe me. Long as you don't have horns growing out of your head or are a living caveman, that is.

I can honestly say I am neither.

And I found somebody... kind of from home? Somebody familiar, anyway.

That's a relief. [And she's rather serious about that, too.]

Who? I might have met them already. [Not to mention it would help solidify if she wanted to talk to this person later on. Needless to say, she's tried to avoid most of the "weird people"; it's just easier... and safer... that way.]

Derek Hale. You know him if you see him. Almost always scowling, scruff constantly the perfect length?

...I know him. Met him my first night here. Bit of an anti-social fellow, isn't he?

I don't think I've ever seen the guy smile. Like. Ever.

[She chuckles lightly.] Least he doesn't seem mental.

Not completely, at any rate.

[He'll laugh] Mine isn't, and so far this one doesn't either.

[That... throws her for a loop.]

Wait, back up. Are you saying there's two of them?

This one's history is all wrong. But there aren't two of them running around here.

...

[As much as she'd like to think she doesn't know what's going on with this guy and Derek... she does. Thanks to Curtis, her friend and beau back home, she's more than aware of possible, multiple futures and pasts.]

Shit. Didn't think there could be two of anyone here. Well, this makes things look properly fucked up.

It didn't already?

Yeah, well not this fucked up.

[If anything... it means if someone from her world does show up... it might not be the one from her specific reality. That in itself is disquieting and unnerving.]