dear_mun | Voice testing!

[ C'mon, Derek. Cooperate long enough to at least say something. You can do it!

... or you can just glower and growl, that works too. ]

Ohhh, sweetie!

You came to see me? I'm so flattered! I almost missed your precious little puppy noises.

Don't be, I'd rather remember you the way I last saw you.

With your throat torn out.

[ Words, very good. We're proud of you. ]

So you can still talk! Oh, Derek.

[Here comes the pretty chuckle. Well, she still thinks she's pretty, thank-you. She drags her fingers over her throat with a smug smile.]

Mm, you know? I think it's a lot nicer not being dead. I get to walk circles around you, watch you posture like you were the one who killed me...

You're so pretty when you're angry.

It doesn't matter whether I was the one to kill you or not. You deserved to die-- [ Deserved worse than what Peter did. ] --and you shouldn't be given another chance.

Your mun should put you away, if they know what's good for them.

Hmm, 'deserved to die' and yet, you couldn't kill me. You don't really mean that at all, do you?

[She chuckles, bemused.]

Derek. Really. You think either of us are scared of you? You're all bark and no bite.

[ He hates that he couldn't do it. Kate pointing it out drives the knife deeper. ]

I do, and I regret not being able to do it myself. [ Regrets a lot of things, though. ]

I'm more worried about their sanity with you around.

Is it their sanity you're worried about, or do I still drive you wild?

What a shame you had to be a little monster. You really are so good looking.

Wild is one way to put it.

[ He bares his teeth in a false smile at her, as wolf-like as can be. ]

I think we all know who the monster is here, Kate.

Monsters have always been the ones with fangs. Don't try and pretend you don't know where the real balance lies, Derek.

Things go bump in the night and I take care of them. It's the way life works.

Oh, you've got fangs. Don't pretend that you don't.

You're not a protector. You're a killer.

I prefer to think of myself as damage control.

Beacon Hills had an infestation problem that I thought I'd taken care of.

Don't worry, Derek, I always find ways to finish what I start.

You're insane.

[ But that? That right there? Has him bristling, his eyes flashing red as his entire body goes tense. ]

You took my pack from me once. It's not happening again.

Derek, Derek, Derek.

You just don't get it, do you?

I came back. Knock me down as much as you want. I will keep coming back until the job is all done.

Then this time, I'll be the one to knock you down.

I'll never get answers for why you killed them, none that don't make you sound like a lunatic. So I won't hesitate, no matter how many times I have to rip your throat out to keep you away from them.

Ohhh, go ahead and do it already if it will make you feel better.

But when you're at your safest, thinking you're all content and nice and warm in your little monster bed, sweetie...

That's when I'll be there, ready to put you back where you belong. Now give me a smile, precious.

[ He leans in towards her, though never crosses the fine line between them. It's not posturing, exactly, but he's making a promise that he intends to keep here. ]

The moment you think you've got the upper hand is the day where I'm going to rip your throat out and let you bleed dry.

[ And then he does smile for her, still feral and angry. ]

Oh look, what a great Gollum impression. Half dead and muttering nonsense about precious to no one who cares.

Oh Derek! You brought me a friend!

[She reaches over, grabs Stiles's chin, and pulls him closer to inspect.]

And his eyes are even prettier than the baby wolf's. You have such good taste.

[ Okay, that would've startled an amused sound out of him if Kate didn't touch him. If he wasn't bristled before, he is now, and there's no stopping the snarl.

His fingers clench tight into fists, as he resists the urge to reach out to rip Stiles back and away from her. It's a very, very strong urge. ]

I do now. Let go of him, Kate.

Edited 2012-12-27 08:03 (UTC)

[Stiles doesn't flinch away when she grabs his chin--he looks down his nose at her, nothing but contempt in his eyes for a minute.]

Do you always ogle minors, or is that just your step-up crime?

[And then, he brings his hand up, batting her arm off of his chin, not taking a single step backwards.]

[Oh Derek. Sweetie. He's yours?

Kate looks at Derek, smiling open-mouthed as she licks the inside of her teeth, before pursing her lips as she looks at Stiles, moving her hands to her back pockets to sit under her belt.

Which, by the way, is armed.]

You are cute! And such a smart tongue. I gotta admit, I like this one, Derek.

[She leans nice and close, grinning from ear to ear.] Maybe I want him for myself.

[ He might be a little proud of Stiles for barely reacting to her, but otherwise Derek is more on edge than he's ever been around Kate since after the fire. The desire to rip her throat out is even stronger now. ]

I wouldn't suggest that. [ For more reasons than he cares to admit. ] He's chatty, talks the pack's ears off.

[ Do not reach for him Derek do not reach for him don't do it don't. ]

Yeah, guess you could say it's a change of pace.

[He gestures back with his head to Derek.]

Besides, you're totally not my type. I'm really not into cougar zombies with a penchant for murdering innocents. Kind of a turn off.

Oh, but sweetie!

He never told you? Derek was quite the talker.

In and out of bed.

[She smirks, giving a huff of a laugh.]

But I guess he never had the balls to take you with him, now did he. You look like you could use a few rounds under the sheets.

And look where that got me.

[ Derek's smile is vicious, more of a snarl than a human expression. It rivals the earlier ones, and he leans in near Stiles' shoulder towards her.

There's no comment to the latter part from her, because that's none of her business. ]

[It doesn't take much to literally feel Derek vibrating with tension behind him--Stiles can't really blame him. He kind of wants to choke Kate and it wasn't his family that got caught up in that nightmare.

Not to mention that comment. Jesus.]

Okay, one, super invasive. Two, I don't care. Three, that's really not any of your damn business, and four, I'm getting really damn tired of people who are supposed to be dead not staying that way.

[ A flat stare. She's not saying anything either; silence isn't a Hale trait, but it doesn't mean that Laura isn't looking her over, taking her in. ]

You look oddly familiar.

Laura Hale! You don't remember me?

Oh, come on. Not even a little bit? Think about it, sweetie. The apple of your brother's eye?

[Oh.

Excuse her really, really fake smile.]

Kate Argent. How could I ever forget.

[Laura loves her baby brother. She never loved his taste in women. Particularly Kate, who'd given her and her wolf a horrible chill of off just on sight. Six years later, it's exactly the same.]

I knew you liked me!

[Why aren't you dead, Laura. Oh well. Just another opportunity to finish what she started.]

So tell me, how's life?

I can't say you left enough of an impression on me to remember.

[ It's not like she doesn't know. Derek knows she knows, even if they've never talked about it. Kate was the one who killed her entire family, let in by her brother's open, stupid heart.

She could ask you the same question, Kate.]

Fine. I guess you could say I've recently taken on a position of leadership.

[She flutters her eyes shut; opens them again, blood red.]

Oooh!

[She pulls an exaggerated smile, absolutely thrilled.]

Aren't you pretty! I'd like to hang you on my wall, you're so precious.

Good for you, sweetie.

[And blinks again, they're gone. Her control is masterful, honed from six some odd years of practice and time on the road.]

Hanging me on your wall's not really your style, now is it?

[Man, you could cut the tension in the air with a knife.]

You're right. Takes up too much space.

But with a face like that, I'm almost jealous. Maybe I'll make an exception for you.

There's hardly anything to be jealous of. By all means, you pull off the "heinous murderer" look fantastically.

Oh Laura, don't be mean.

It's always so heartbreaking when you poor little wolves don't understand how things work in the world!

Kind of like a hunter who doesn't follow her code?

Come on, now. Men wrote the code.

But you and I both know who makes the rules now.

Do you know what happens to crazy monarchs, Kate?

[This time, when she flashes her alpha reds, they stay, and her sentence carries the undertone of a growl.]

They get their heads cut off.

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Only when it's their people rebelling, sweetie!

[She grins, excited at the second flash of Laura's eyes, and slips her hands around her belt. She didn't come unarmed. Really, Laura. What do you take her for?

Don't worry; she won't kill you now. That'd make the game less fun.]

And trust me, honey. You really aren't my people. You're hardly even people at all!

Mmmm. That's where you're at a disadvantage; no one would want to follow you. [Laura doesn't attack, however. She's simply poised back on her heels, watching her every move, metaphorical hackles raised. If she wanted to, she could shift forms in an instant. Rip her throat out with her teeth. Drag her around by the ankles.

It's all a part of her wants to do.

Instead, she simply rolls her neck. Growls. Bares her teeth, sharpened into fangs.]

And do you know what happens to the king when he's all alone in the middle of unfamiliar territory?

[Oh Goody. Here comes the eye-roll. Aren't you a blowhard, Laura? Come on.]

Sweetie, you do realise I have most of the Argents at my disposal, right?

And just let the public find out about werewolves. Watch. People are stupid. They panic.

Don't. Call me sweetie.

[Easy, Laura. Temper. She inhales slowly, drawing back the snarl from before.]

Wolves typically don't attack unprovoked. It's when an idiot decides to provoke it that they die a well-deserved death.

[Wapwapwap. Moving her hand in a mock duck-mouth, Kate rolls her eyes.]

Wolves don't. Monsters do. Your instinct is to kill. Please, honey, don't act like I'm stupid.

Because human children are monsters. [Now the anger's rising in her voice.] Is that why you killed my family, Kate Argent? Because you thought we were monsters?

Oh come on, Laura. They'd become them or aid them. You know you're monsters.

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It is such a chore to get him to cooperate omfg.

It's fine, this is awesome.

Bless u. And please stop me before I try to enable.

Snerk. You know not what you do, Snow.

YOU'RE SUCH AN ASSHOLE.

YOU LOVE IT

All I know is that now I won't feel bad if I tl;dr

Oh, of course not. You'll just feel bad.

That's a guarantee here. Punkass.

B)))))))))

SO. MAD.

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