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You really didn't think this through too well, did you? I'm not much when it comes to planning things, but even I am pretty sure not having a plan is bad. Like stupid bad.

What am I supposed to do here?

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Muns tend to act on the smallest of impulses.

[Like his own, in which case he is not pleased with.]

If you're lucky? Collect dust in your mun's head.

Guess it's a good thing we're pretty good about impulses ourselves, then?

[ He's just half-kidding. ]

That's... actually not appealing at all.

You'd rather be sent to one of the games these people enjoy so much?

You'd rather be sent away and forgotten about?

[ Someone wants him around. Someone likes having him around. It's not a monumental thing but it still feels good. ]

Edited (i can english, i swear) 2012-08-16 16:25 (UTC)

You might as well enjoy your time now before your mun considers putting you somewhere.

...I guess you have a point. [ Allison's never been in his shoes - she's always mattered to her parents and they've always loved her - but she still doesn't necessarily enjoy being shipped off without any concern for her feelings. ]

[ He gives Derek a nonchalant shrug that is at least two parts faked. ]

We've got time, I guess. She's thinking of sending me to where you are, though.

[ Isaac communicates in little gestures - tight shrugs, a small shake of his head. Like he's trying to make himself smaller all the time and he's just getting to break that habit now. ]

Sometimes, yeah. Why, you don't like getting shipped off?

[He quirks a brow at that.]

Better prepare yourself for it then, with that time of yours.

[It'll be nice to see a familiar face. Then again, Derek doesn't want Issac in danger there either. Evil spirits, monsters, and all these people from different worlds... It made the pack leader a little anxious, and who could blame him?]

It depends entirely on where I'm going. My mun's got some really gross preferences when it comes to new homes. [ Especially since Scott's not there with her, at least not on Atia. ] I'm used to moving around a lot, though, so it's not like finding my footing in new places is that unfamiliar.

[ That's what pack is for, you silly Alpha. Isaac's finding his footing outside of your influence - tiny steps, but meaningful steps nonetheless - but that doesn't mean he stopped caring.

(And if he's looking for someone to fill the hole Sean and his dad ripped through him, well, we've all got our personal demons.)]

Is it that bad over there, wherever it is?

What can possibly be more gross than— No, don't answer that one. I kind of don't wanna know.

[What's more gross than black tar-like vomit and walking poisonous man-lizards? Other than locker room smell and garbage stench? Ew. ]

What kind of place did you end up in? Anybody we know end up there with you yet?

[This is true. He is proud of you, Issac, having found your anchor and all. You're on your way, lil Beta.]

Being stuck in an godforsaken underground cave, with monsters I'm not familiar with, and having to complete 'quests' to possibly get out... It isn't an ideal place for me.

Sad thing is, the game hasn't opened yet. Gonna be a few days.

[ Being forced to have sex in order to live. :| ]

An island that has some really ridiculous requirements for survival and a city that's partially colorless. I was actually the second to arrive in both places.

I hear lists are helpful.

Have you tried boycotting her brain?

[ ...WOW GROSS no. ]

What, like everyone's half-color blind?

Survival, though - that doesn't sound too bad. You're pretty tough. [ Really tough. He may still be nursing a dislike from the whole knives to the back, here. ]

No, like something stole the color from the world. We're brought there by gods to help bring it back. [ It makes about as much sense to her as it does to him.

That, of course, confuses her a little. How does he know how tough she is? She still smiles, though her eyebrows are furrowed a little in confusion. ] Thanks, I guess, but that's not exactly what I meant. The woman in charge thrives more on... intimacies than fighting.

[ Does he get a facelick for making daddy Alpha proud?

Wait, hang on, that was bad phrasing. ]

Oh, huh. That sounds like a video game. So there's sidequests and stuff? Are there dragons? [ He's hopeful in a mildly terrified way. ]

You shouldn't be alone, though. Isn't it bad for an alpha not to have his pack around?

Not yet. [ Is he being chastised? ] Should I be?

It's actually kind of nice here, if you ignore the crazy.

[PFFT, we're not THAT wolf-like. But maybe a shoulder pat for making Derek proud. Or a less number of broken bones during training.]

Let's hope there isn't any. [mutters before he gives him a side glance]

Yes, you're right. It is bad to not have your pack around. Plus I know my pack can hold their own. [Knowing him, he might hole up in some abandoned shack somewhere in game if he didn't have his pack around.]

[What for?]

Not if you don't want to? [Cos Derek's awesome at this, clearly.]

Gods. Like, thunderbolts and lightning sort of gods, or Jesus-risen sort of gods?

[ Eyebrows. You get them. And this time it's Isaac handling the confusion ball, because he's not going to hold your stabbing thing to you if you're not going to do it again, but this is too personable too soon. ]

And what does that even mean? You have to hug your feelings out? It's a chick flick city, isn't it.

[ For not doing like you expected. ]

Do you want me to? [ Derek this is kind of uncomfortable. ]

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