Stiles Stilinski (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
voluntaryapnea) wrote2014-10-08 10:05 pm
voluntaryapnea) wrote2014-10-08 10:05 pm
Entry tags:
- allison argent,
- anita not needy,
- anya lehnsherr,
- as if i had a soul to steal,
- bucky barnes,
- game: tlv,
- gwen stacey,
- jackson whittemore,
- lydia martin,
- not the stiles you're looking for,
- scott mccall,
- some monsters do monstrous things,
- somebody else might take my place,
- steve rogers,
- the devil within,
- touko fukawa
18. You want a revelation/Some kind of resolution/Tell me what you want me to say
[Open Zero Spam]
[Stiles sits with his back to the wall in a cell in Zero, scowl etched onto his features. He can hear Jackson's heart beating from across the hall and he wishes he'd ripped it out of his chest so at least he'd have some peace and quiet while he's stuck down here. Being alone would be better than being stuck in the same vicinity as Jackson Whittemore.
He shuts his eyes and covers his ears with his hands, forcing himself to take slow, deep breaths. He doesn't know exactly how containment down here works, but he knows that short of someone letting him out, he's trapped for now.
It's fine. He'll deal. He always does. He's not thrilled about it, because there are things he could be doing if he wasn't locked in a freaking jail cell.
He opens his eyes again when he hears the distant echo of footsteps approaching -- but whether they're approaching his cell or Jackson's, or if someone else is being locked up -- that he's not sure about yet.
So he stares at the bars ahead, eyes dark and narrow. Waiting.]
[Public Voice Post]
[He's never done well with boredom. After several hours of sitting in relative silence, he picks up his comm. The boredom is as evident in his tone as the sarcastic taunting.]
I have to say that if this is the worst you people can do for punishment, I'm severely disappointed. No wonder our barge graduates more people than yours. You don't even have an ounce of creativity.
[Stiles sits with his back to the wall in a cell in Zero, scowl etched onto his features. He can hear Jackson's heart beating from across the hall and he wishes he'd ripped it out of his chest so at least he'd have some peace and quiet while he's stuck down here. Being alone would be better than being stuck in the same vicinity as Jackson Whittemore.
He shuts his eyes and covers his ears with his hands, forcing himself to take slow, deep breaths. He doesn't know exactly how containment down here works, but he knows that short of someone letting him out, he's trapped for now.
It's fine. He'll deal. He always does. He's not thrilled about it, because there are things he could be doing if he wasn't locked in a freaking jail cell.
He opens his eyes again when he hears the distant echo of footsteps approaching -- but whether they're approaching his cell or Jackson's, or if someone else is being locked up -- that he's not sure about yet.
So he stares at the bars ahead, eyes dark and narrow. Waiting.]
[Public Voice Post]
[He's never done well with boredom. After several hours of sitting in relative silence, he picks up his comm. The boredom is as evident in his tone as the sarcastic taunting.]
I have to say that if this is the worst you people can do for punishment, I'm severely disappointed. No wonder our barge graduates more people than yours. You don't even have an ounce of creativity.
[spam]
Except.]
You already have your own emissary?
[That's only a little bit of a surprise, really. Scott, back home, after all, sort of had an emissary in Alan Deaton. But technically Deaton is the Hale family emissary. He's not sure how that piece of it works, really. If once a pack's alpha dies, the pack's emissary simply retires or if they find a new pack.]
[spam]
She was just secretly afraid she might not be worthy of all the trust placed in her.]
I do...sort of. There's an Alpha in my world, a great man named Deucalion? He took in an emissary named Julia Baccari after her Alpha slaughtered her own pack in the name of gaining power. She was a lot like the Scott we know now, killing Betas to become stronger. She worked with his emissary for a while, but when he joined us, she offered to serve the Argent pack. She's the sweetest woman, and very knowledgable...she was left with some pretty horrible scars from her Alpha, but you could never hope to meet a more beautiful person.
[spam]
I know who they are. [There's no mistaking the bitterness in his voice.] They're not good people in my world. Or they weren't. They're dead now.
[spam]
Yeah, they're not good people in Lydia's world, either. Which..I guess I could see how that can happen? But the ones I know...Deucalion's a very wise man, and he cares deeply for his pack. He's always been an advocate for peace with the hunters, and thanks to my grandfather it cost him his vision. He said he was angry for a long time, but he found his way in helping others. People like Julia...and people like me.
[Her expression softened with affection and admiration as she thought about Deucalion...leading him by the arm as they took walks to keep a watchful eye on Gerard and Victoria's activities and the long talks they had...running with him under the full moon, powerful and deadly, eyes burning like coals and whole again during his shift...]
I think it was Lydia I told...Deucalion likes to say that losing his sight gave him clearer vision than most. It's very true. Everything I want to be as a leader, I learned from my father, but everything I want to be as an Alpha? I learned from him...and I know I'm right, because the version of Scott we met in the arena? He easily could have been a student of the Deucalion I know.