on trying new things

[bluejeep]

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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[bluejeep]

[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.

[lycanthropos]

[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!]

Night!

[bluejeep]

[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?]

Morning!

[lycanthropos]

[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.]