[ It's been a couple of days since Lydia told him Boyd was dead. Just like Erica. He doesn't know if Derek knows, or if it's not something he's seen yet. Beyond that, he doesn't know if Derek would want to know, but that's something Scott wants to find out. ]
CONTACT: megumi.yukimura@compass.net MESSAGE:Hope this is the right inbox or I'll be mad-
Hey, Derek! (╹◡╹ლ) it's Megumi from that week in Salem's Lot with the haunted town and crazy cars Just wanted to check up on you and all! Didn't get to say thank you again for letting me stay that night
Sorry I ran out too. Had to be on the move and all, yeah? things have been freaky today- hope you weren't caught up in all that mess too
Anyway, thanks for your help! btw you wouldn't know where to get actual food around here would you?
[ Sorry, Derek eh heh heh... she's going nuts from hunger and asking everyone she knows. ]
CONTACT: fox@compass.net MESSAGE: [ She's been told by Scott that this would be one to contact to get more information about the banshees from their world. she doesn't know how much she may get, or if he'll even be willing at all, but it's worth the try, with so little lydia or scott know ]
He shouldn't be having to do this again. It's the only thing Stiles can really think as he stares at the gravestone with Derek's name on it. He's happy the cultists are quiet enough this week that he can even come here, to wait for Derek to wake up.
It's the least he can do, since he's the one who killed him. Stiles can remember the look on his face, still, him fighting the rage, the rage taking over--coming towards him--the bullets fired.
It isn't fair. But then again, nothing is, here. The only thing that he can be thankful for is that Derek is actually going to come back to life. Scott first, then Derek--he's still shit at keeping his friends alive, isn't he?
Wrapping his arms around his legs, he sits at the edge of the half-filled grave, waiting, eyes watching the dirt.
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MESSAGE: Uh
So I'm a werewolf.
That's a thing, now.
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MESSAGE: hey guys i have news
theres a group of hunters in the city. one of them knows about me but its kind of ok
but he says he has to tell the others and he doesnt know if theyd hold back. he said to be careful
he knows im not the only werewolf but he doesnt know who any of you are so. try and keep it that way
ok thats all
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week 11, day 6
MESSAGE: derek.
do you trust me?
[ Great way to open any conversation, right? He's so on top of this. ]
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MESSAGE: Before you say anything
yes I have other friends and yes I know I bug you for favors a lot.
But I was wondering if you'd do something for me.
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action!
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MESSAGE: Have time for another sesson?
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week 16; 3
MESSAGE: derek
when you stopped being the alpha, where was boyd?
[ It's been a couple of days since Lydia told him Boyd was dead. Just like Erica. He doesn't know if Derek knows, or if it's not something he's seen yet. Beyond that, he doesn't know if Derek would want to know, but that's something Scott wants to find out. ]
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Week 16, Day 05 [IC: Aug 07th]
MESSAGE: Hope this is the right inbox or I'll be mad-
Hey, Derek! (╹◡╹ლ) it's Megumi from that week in Salem's Lot
with the haunted town and crazy cars
Just wanted to check up on you and all!
Didn't get to say thank you again for letting me stay that night
Sorry I ran out too. Had to be on the move and all, yeah?
things have been freaky today- hope you weren't caught up in all that mess too
Anyway, thanks for your help!
btw you wouldn't know where to get actual food around here would you?
[ Sorry, Derek eh heh heh... she's going nuts from hunger and asking everyone she knows. ]
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I do wish work didn't murder me enough to be useless at tagging x(!
It's fine, I don't mind waiting for tags.
you are too kind :D
:)
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Week 17; Day 4
MESSAGE:
[ She's been told by Scott that this would be one to contact to get more information about the banshees from their world. she doesn't know how much she may get, or if he'll even be willing at all, but it's worth the try, with so little lydia or scott know ]
What do you know about banshees?
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Week 20, Day 4
It's the least he can do, since he's the one who killed him. Stiles can remember the look on his face, still, him fighting the rage, the rage taking over--coming towards him--the bullets fired.
It isn't fair. But then again, nothing is, here. The only thing that he can be thankful for is that Derek is actually going to come back to life. Scott first, then Derek--he's still shit at keeping his friends alive, isn't he?
Wrapping his arms around his legs, he sits at the edge of the half-filled grave, waiting, eyes watching the dirt.
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MESSAGE: training?
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