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theshabbiestofmen) wrote2012-05-01 09:18 pm
theshabbiestofmen) wrote2012-05-01 09:18 pm
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[A beat. A little helplessly:]
I don't understand. I just-- how do you know? I mean, did she say it outright, or--?
I don't understand. I just-- how do you know? I mean, did she say it outright, or--?
I meant more about werewolves, to be honest. I'd rather not hear more about Derek and his-- ah-- intimate habits.
Okay, okay, yeah, uh.
[ stiles scrubs a hand over his face, taps the edge of it against his lips. ]
I've got Peter's old laptop, that is like, a treasure trove of supernatural stuff. I could loan it out if you wanted to read for yourself, how stuff works for them. I mean, I know a lot, but it's not my deal, so.
[ stiles scrubs a hand over his face, taps the edge of it against his lips. ]
I've got Peter's old laptop, that is like, a treasure trove of supernatural stuff. I could loan it out if you wanted to read for yourself, how stuff works for them. I mean, I know a lot, but it's not my deal, so.
You should-- oh, can we look at it now? Why haven't you told me about this before, this is amazing!
You'd rather look at supernatural research than get drunk?
[ stiles asks dubiously, and then remembers who he's talking to. ]
Of course you would. Sure, come on, let's go.
[ stiles asks dubiously, and then remembers who he's talking to. ]
Of course you would. Sure, come on, let's go.
[She's knocking on the door - she finally is well enough to be up and about from the medbay and the feeling of rest that the jump gave is nothing but helpful. But she needs help outside of just that.
She needs a little magical help, and this is the room she comes to when that's the case.]
She needs a little magical help, and this is the room she comes to when that's the case.]
Sera!
[He greets her with a grin.]
How are you?
[He greets her with a grin.]
How are you?
[She bites her bottom lip a bit, and then has her network device out, and is typing]
Better. Did Sirius tell you what happened?
Better. Did Sirius tell you what happened?
[She steps in, already typing-]
I screamed and I don't know, it did something to my head, but it did something even worse-
Anyway. I got stabbed, and then rescued, but I'm all right now. I can even hear properly again.
I screamed and I don't know, it did something to my head, but it did something even worse-
Anyway. I got stabbed, and then rescued, but I'm all right now. I can even hear properly again.
[His eyes widen; his mouth drops open-- he reaches for her before he can help himself, taking her shoulders.]
Bloody hell, you're-- are you sure? You got stabbed, stabbed by who! Jesus, are you certain you're all right?
Bloody hell, you're-- are you sure? You got stabbed, stabbed by who! Jesus, are you certain you're all right?
[She looks up at him with a look of finally in her eyes. It's been weeks, and people have been worried, but so far it's been a quiet kind of worry and this-]
Godric healed me. Not even a scar.
[She lifts her shirt a little, and her stomach is flat and smooth and woundless.]
Godric healed me. Not even a scar.
[She lifts her shirt a little, and her stomach is flat and smooth and woundless.]
[His fingers slip down, brushing gently against her stomach-- and then he jerks his hand back, all at once, because that is not appropriate.]
I'm glad. I mean, I'm-- god. I'm sorry. Who bloody well shot you!
I'm glad. I mean, I'm-- god. I'm sorry. Who bloody well shot you!
[She looks up at him, a little surprised, but she doesn't pull back - she just lowers her shirt]
Richard Wilkins. I don't know - anyway, I haven't seen or heard anything, so....
....do you know how to do a finding spell? Is there something like that?
Richard Wilkins. I don't know - anyway, I haven't seen or heard anything, so....
....do you know how to do a finding spell? Is there something like that?
I . . . yes.
[He rubs his face.]
Sort of. It's not-- I can't guarantee anything, but I can try. What are you looking for?
[He rubs his face.]
Sort of. It's not-- I can't guarantee anything, but I can try. What are you looking for?
My slate. I dropped it, when I got stabbed, I really need it back.
Oh! Oh, gosh. Yes, that should be easy enough to find. Er-- you wouldn't happen to have your pen, would you?
[She reaches into her pocket for a piece of chalk, and holds it up, handing it over. This?]
Perfect. Right, let's . . .
[He gestures toward the chalk. There's a soft glow that surrounds it for a few seconds-- and then it fades.]
Right. It's sort of a game of hot and cold right now. Shall we?
[He gestures toward the chalk. There's a soft glow that surrounds it for a few seconds-- and then it fades.]
Right. It's sort of a game of hot and cold right now. Shall we?
[She hasn't played Hot and Cold in years, not since she was a little girl, but she nods, and gets her device. Luckily, she's a child of the cell phone era. It takes a little longer than usual, but she can still type with one hand.]
You didn't get hurt during the invasion, did you? I should have asked first.
You didn't get hurt during the invasion, did you? I should have asked first.
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