dear_mun | on trying new things

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on trying new things

Hey, so I know you are a little bit overwhelmed right now with all these new things - and by all I mean just switching over to a new method of doing things - but try to calm down, okay? I don't want to have to live inside a head that is constantly exploding. It's no bueno.

We both know I'm freaking out enough for the both of us.

Just take it easy. It's not like I have things I want to be doing. Like working on my lacrosse game. ~~Or my Lydia game~~ No, that's over now.

Whatever.

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Dude, chill.

[He's not certain what is going on, but his instinct is to back away. He doesn't like being threatened - not one bit - but at this point it's almost expected with Derek.]

Lydia is with you? But I was just talking to her? How could she be in two places at once? Is she alright?

[It doesn't make sense, and his mind scrambles to find an explanation that fits.]

Have you been sniffing some wolfsbane? You seem more growly than normal.

[Says the guy who'd be totally freaking out if their roles were reversed. He'd probably point that out, too, if his brain wasn't working at light-speed, trying to figure out what is going on.]

She is. Or was. She was here and then she was not. And I don't know, you are the genius, right? You tell me. Because all of this is starting to really--... Yeah, she seemed unharmed.

[And. Give him a moment now, while he controls the urge to punch you in the face. Not that he can, from right here, but damnit it, Stiles, he has no idea where he is, and, honestly? It's secretly starting to worry him.]

... Just get me out of here and back there. I promise that I won't rip your neck open by wasting our time with stupid questions if you do.

If ever there was a time for you to work on your interpersonal skills, this would be it. Why should I help bring you back if you aren't here? You can't hurt me if you're somewhere else, can you?

[There is more than a grain of truth in this statement, even if the backhanded compliment was a nice touch from ol' sour wolf. Maybe if Derek is honestly gone that means things will calm down. Beacon Hills was a boring tiny town in the middle of nowhere before he came back around.]

What do I possibly have to gain from helping you? Other than keeping my spine inside my body, which is a big threat from someone who can't back it up.

[And his jaw clenches.]

I can't. But they can.

[Sighs. He didn't want to bring this up. But if that's what it will take-- That's what it will take. An eye for an eye, that's the only law he knows, one he learned the hard way: Never to trust anyone.]

The pack isn't ready for it. [As much as he hates to admit that. It's his fault, he knows. He wasn't ready. And now--... Now things might get a lot nastier, because of that. But that's a different story for a different time.] Peter--... Who knows what he will do without me there. And Scott can't fight them alone. Everyone will lose. And I mean everyone.

They need me. You need me.

[A sigh. He doesn't like being pushed into a corner by anyone, but at least with humans he has a fighting chance. There is nothing worse than being beaten before you even start to fight.]

Let's say I'll help you. How would I even know how to find out where you are? Are we talking interdimensional planes or some shit? [What? There are werewolves, why can't there be other worlds? Being anything less than openminded at this point would be a serious tactical error.] I have no idea where you are, much less how to get you back. I'm a highschooler, Derek. Not Merlin reincarnate.

[And those... Those are all valid questions, valid points. And truth is, he has absolutely no idea. And that's getting increasingly frustrating. But also more and more worrying.]

How should I know? There are many people here, but I don't remember ever seeing any of them around before. There's too many sounds, too many voices, too many new scents. A young one would be driven insane in this place. [Fully agreeing with you on that.

However, his next few words do make Derek go quiet for a little while. Again (and usually as always, when things get serious), Stiles has a point. And he... He is officially entering the 'scared' territory, now. He has to get back, if he doesn't--

-- And it will be his fault, again. All over again.] Then you better start being. [It's said much lower that usual, more serious, even, the usual hints of snark mostly gone.] I need to get back, Stiles.

[ooc: And I need to call it a night, tonight. x3;; Just so I wouldn't disappear without saying anything. See you tomorrow!]

[He has to keep himself from rolling his eyes at him slipping into the role of wise old elder. How old is he anyway, can't be over his mid-twenties, certainly too young to be talking like an elder chief from one of those old spaghetti westerns that his dad loves so much.]

So wait, you are saying that you can't be expected to know where you are, but I should?

[Typical.]

Yeah, so you keep saying. The problem is you aren't giving me any information on how to help you do that.

[He can see that this is serious, but that doesn't mean that he is willing to play along. It's not his job to work for Derek. His loyalties lie with Scott, always have, always will. Derek is just someone who has done more harm than good at this point, and even if he says that Scott's going to need him, he's said that before. That time Scott ended up managing things just fine without him. Who's to say this will be any different?]

[He was talking about wolves, recently turned or recently born. All these sounds and scents at once, so suddenly, it wouldn't be easy to take in for them. Hell, it's hard even for him, to be able to think straight.

He sighs at the question, deep down knowing that Stiles is right. He is silent for a moment, eyes closing as he tries to collect his thoughts, before finally opening them once he decides to speak.]

There's a rumor-- I only know so much about it. There's a spirit, a persona, something of some sort of... higher power. Sometimes, it comes and takes control of a body, a life.

As far as I remember from the old stories, you never stop being you, you still do what you would do, you still think like you would, you still act and feel as always. But you aren't free. This thing--... grabs you, and takes you to another place, where people from all over, all the universes, gather, brought together by different sources but of the same power.

... It's just a rumor. And I would call it bullshit, if I had not seen people around I'm pretty sure belong in movies. [As in Batman, Stiles. Batman. And before you ask, no, he didn't somehow get himself lost in some sort of convention. ... He doesn't even know what that is, by the way.]

Do you think you can look it up?

[Yeah, he is very aware of that. As for more harm than good, he would contest, he knows he failed as the alpha he wanted (and still wants) to be, but he had a good reason to want to start a pack. A reason even higher than his own personal wish to have a family again-- A place to belong. He killed Peter and it's not exactly his fault that he was dragged around to bring him back again, either. As for Jackson... It had to be done. Though he was surprised at how that actually turned out in the end. He was pretty sure it wasn't supposed to have happened. And Allison's mother, well, if he hadn't done anything, Scott would probably be dead by now. He didn't kill her-- He just protected the both of them.

Right now, though, he just wants to make sure he is not going to return (when he does manage to return) to a place made of ashes or, at least, if it does end up that way, that he at least was there, this time, and fought all he could to prevent it.]

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Night!

Morning!