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.]

[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

[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.