WHO: STILES STILINSKI, LYDIA MARTIN, DEREK HALE, and NICK BURKHARDT WHERE: Residence #023, Police Station WHEN: Week of July 15 WHAT: Stiles and Lydia being a detective team (again). WARNINGS: Stalking
[ if derek could get away with keeping the both of them behind him, he would. what he can do is track mitchell, follow the prickling thread of awareness that marks him as a predator and make sure that if something does happen then derek's between him and whatever it is he's leaping at. he's trying to be at least a bit more subtle about it. ]
Shut up.
[ to both mitchell and stiles, like the laugh is insulting. at least nick had pretended not to be openly skeptical. ]
She's making herself at home. She's fine.
[ though there's at least some invitation in the raise of derek's eyebrows, like, are you going to tell her to stop? ]
[ You go ahead and keep complaining. Lydia has found Nick's room and is now nosing through it, pulling open his closet and pushing hangers aside to examine the back of it as if she expects to find some kind of secret compartment. As she turns the room over, she pulls open dresser drawers, checks under the bed, etc. ]
[ And from outside of the room, there's suddenly the sound of metal clanging. ]
What. The hell. Is this?
[ Scythe is the word she's looking for. Inside Nick's room, Lydia is seated on the floor just beside the closet, scythe held out in both hands, looking deeply disturbed. ]
[ stiles is now also trying to get between Mitchell and lydia. not so much because of the dangerous thing, mostly so he doesn't see her rummaging around in nick's room, because it's invasive and ... possibly illegal? he's not clear on that. ]
[ it's pointless, though, because lydia has actually found something, and draws all three guys' attention to it. stiles squints at what she's holding. ]
Uhhhhh, thaaaat... looks like a scythe. You know, for farming?
[Mitchell repeats it, incredulously, because look his age or not, he's from a time period where some people were still using scythes. Now he's really got to see what the hell is going on in there, and he steps to the side a little to see in the room, ignoring Derek and Stiles both, mostly--
Yeah. A scythe.]
...I think you should probably be putting that down now. [And, after a beat, with a noise of displeased censure that's far too casual for finding a scythe in someone's bedroom--] 'Creative murder'. Honestly. With that thing? Way too big.
[ creative murder. derek just looks at stiles, then reaches past him to take the scythe from lydia before stiles can. in the interest of not severing any heads with it, and possibly just because derek wants to hold it. ]
Where was he keeping this? The closet?
[ and then, like an afterthought-- ]
Speaking from experience?
[ because seriously, mitchell? when were you running around with a scythe? ]
I'm pretty sure people using scythes for gardening tend to keep them in a shed.
[ stiles points out, pushing past both derek and mitchell to try and get a good look at it. he's never really seen a scythe outside of the movies, so he doesn't know if this is weird in any way, beyond the weirdness of being a closet scythe. but it's not some dumb halloween prop, either. ]
[Mitchell answers the question, absently, either before Derek or right along with Derek. --Which, either way, is stupid, because he's not close enough to be able to see if the scythe has got blood on it or not. It's just that answering the question came as sort of second nature, because if it did have blood on it, he would know, no matter how old the blood was.
He looks guilty, for a second, that he answered so quickly--and then just sort of sheepish, and he looks away.]
Whatever reason he's got for keeping a scythe in a cupboard, he'd at least have the decency not to leave it dripping blood everywhere. Obviously. [And no, Derek, he was not speaking from experience, and Mitchell fixes him with a slightly dirty look for that one.] Look, whatever it's doing in there, it's his, and it's his business. Even if it's probably weird business.
[not even going to bother saying oh-he-probably-has-a-perfectly-good-reason because seriously Nick, the closet?]
[ derek's gaze cuts to mitchell, suspicious. there isn't blood on it, and derek didn't get the chance to answer, and it's not totally clear whether he's irritated about being upstaged or about not knowing exactly what mitchell is. either way, priorities. ]
What were you two even planning to do with what you found?
[ which...might be derek unintentionally taking mitchell's side, but he honestly isn't sure what they do at this point. they found a giant sketchy weapon, but derek still has to live in the next room, and would like to not be skewered by a scythe. ]
[ yes, he is so into this. he needs derek and mitchell to go away because their impressions of the grumpy peanut gallery muppets are harshing his mulder and scully buzz. ]
It's inscribed, too. Doesn't that strike you as kinda ritualistic?
[in the tone of kids these days. Mitchell takes a step back, hands up, like he's absolving himself of all blame here (and also consequently ignoring Derek and any suspicious looks). Inscriptions are a little weird, but also this is bloody ridiculous.]
Look, I'll say it again, since you're all hard of hearing: he's not a serial killer. The actual logistics of killing someone with a scythe--just think about that for a second. That's all movie bullshit. But hey, if he was a serial killer, imagine how pissed he'll be when he gets home and you're all hanging out in his room holding his ritualistic scythe.
[And that's as much defence as he's going to give Nick right now; sorry Nick. Time to retreat back to his room. One last thing, to Derek:]
Make sure they don't go in anyone else's rooms. Unless they want to check all the cupboards for scythes, then they're definitely allowed.
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Shut up.
[ to both mitchell and stiles, like the laugh is insulting. at least nick had pretended not to be openly skeptical. ]
She's making herself at home. She's fine.
[ though there's at least some invitation in the raise of derek's eyebrows, like, are you going to tell her to stop? ]
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[ And from outside of the room, there's suddenly the sound of metal clanging. ]
What. The hell. Is this?
[ Scythe is the word she's looking for. Inside Nick's room, Lydia is seated on the floor just beside the closet, scythe held out in both hands, looking deeply disturbed. ]
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[ it's pointless, though, because lydia has actually found something, and draws all three guys' attention to it. stiles squints at what she's holding. ]
Uhhhhh, thaaaat... looks like a scythe. You know, for farming?
[ not that nick's a farmer. ]
Or, I guess, creative murder.
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[Mitchell repeats it, incredulously, because look his age or not, he's from a time period where some people were still using scythes. Now he's really got to see what the hell is going on in there, and he steps to the side a little to see in the room, ignoring Derek and Stiles both, mostly--
Yeah. A scythe.]
...I think you should probably be putting that down now. [And, after a beat, with a noise of displeased censure that's far too casual for finding a scythe in someone's bedroom--] 'Creative murder'. Honestly. With that thing? Way too big.
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Where was he keeping this? The closet?
[ and then, like an afterthought-- ]
Speaking from experience?
[ because seriously, mitchell? when were you running around with a scythe? ]
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[ because it's the fucking city thank you very much. she lets derek grab the scythe, getting to her feet to explain. ]
In the corner, behind his clothes.
[ so, yes. closet. good call. ]
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[ stiles points out, pushing past both derek and mitchell to try and get a good look at it. he's never really seen a scythe outside of the movies, so he doesn't know if this is weird in any way, beyond the weirdness of being a closet scythe. but it's not some dumb halloween prop, either. ]
Is there blood on it?
[ asking derek, obviously. ]
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[Mitchell answers the question, absently, either before Derek or right along with Derek. --Which, either way, is stupid, because he's not close enough to be able to see if the scythe has got blood on it or not. It's just that answering the question came as sort of second nature, because if it did have blood on it, he would know, no matter how old the blood was.
He looks guilty, for a second, that he answered so quickly--and then just sort of sheepish, and he looks away.]
Whatever reason he's got for keeping a scythe in a cupboard, he'd at least have the decency not to leave it dripping blood everywhere. Obviously. [And no, Derek, he was not speaking from experience, and Mitchell fixes him with a slightly dirty look for that one.] Look, whatever it's doing in there, it's his, and it's his business. Even if it's probably weird business.
[not even going to bother saying oh-he-probably-has-a-perfectly-good-reason because seriously Nick, the closet?]
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What were you two even planning to do with what you found?
[ which...might be derek unintentionally taking mitchell's side, but he honestly isn't sure what they do at this point. they found a giant sketchy weapon, but derek still has to live in the next room, and would like to not be skewered by a scythe. ]
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[ she grabs it back from derek at that point, looking the scythe over. ]
Blood or no blood, he's stuffing deadly weapons into closet, and I for one plan on figuring out why before it winds up in somebody's back.
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It's inscribed, too. Doesn't that strike you as kinda ritualistic?
/hops out of order for this
[ basically: yes, stiles, it does, but lydia is just a little freaked out about it and happily coping by being a sasshole. ]
wow!!
[in the tone of kids these days. Mitchell takes a step back, hands up, like he's absolving himself of all blame here (and also consequently ignoring Derek and any suspicious looks). Inscriptions are a little weird, but also this is bloody ridiculous.]
Look, I'll say it again, since you're all hard of hearing: he's not a serial killer. The actual logistics of killing someone with a scythe--just think about that for a second. That's all movie bullshit. But hey, if he was a serial killer, imagine how pissed he'll be when he gets home and you're all hanging out in his room holding his ritualistic scythe.
[And that's as much defence as he's going to give Nick right now; sorry Nick. Time to retreat back to his room. One last thing, to Derek:]
Make sure they don't go in anyone else's rooms. Unless they want to check all the cupboards for scythes, then they're definitely allowed.