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maskormenacelogs2014-07-14 12:52 am
immuno) wrote in maskormenacelogs2014-07-14 12:52 am
immuno) wrote in maskormenacelogs2014-07-14 12:52 am
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[ She gives him a slightly bewildered look, as if awed that he can’t guess, and then moves past him after Stiles. A quick point towards the stairs later, she’s glancing over her shoulder at Derek. ]
Which room is Nick’s?
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He gives her the heebie jeebies, so we're gonna check him out.
[ he explains helpfully, and then collides with the bannister with a mouthed fuck and an exaggerated grabbing of his badly wounded (read: barely bruised) side. ]
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[ is he supposed to be keeping this a secret? sorry not sorry nick. he closes the door, though he looks over to roll his eyes at stiles, shakes his head. ]
What do you think you're going to find in his room?
[ though derek has stopped actively complaining about it, which is a very clear sign he's on board. ]
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plurk discussion topic: cee bringing mitchell into this log.
[ stiles tells derek, following her. ]
Very definitely clues. We wanna know what this guy's deal is, okay? If he's a threat to you.
[ so it's totally in derek's best interest and has nothing at all to do with lydia and stiles' insatiable need to stick his nose in where it doesn't belong. ]
gratefully climbs in
In a departure from a more stereotypical vampire's habits, Mitchell does not have a room in the basement. It's at the top of the stairs, and he's been asleep, because (in keeping with stereotypical vampire habits) he mostly works nights. But now he's awake, still wearing the clothes he fell asleep in, and his big plan to go downstairs and eat crappy breakfast cereal has now been interrupted by the Bobbsey Twin and their faithful canine companion, Derek.
b r i l l i a n t]
Jesus God, what is this. [wait don't answer] No, sorry. I don't even know that I want t' know what's going on here.
casually boots out
Nothing's going on.
[ because getting immediately defensive is the way to divert suspicion, right? ]
They're visiting. Is that a problem?
[ in a tone that suggests it shouldn't be if an argument is to be avoided. ]
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[ Weird how she says that like they were invited. ]
[ Lydia moves carefully around Mitchell to continue on up the stairs, for all intents and purposes looking as if she wants to avoid all potential for physical contact with him. Who knows what she might catch, ok, dude wears fingerless gloves. ]
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You live here?
[ looking from derek, to mitchell. }
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[He being Derek, and Mitchell gives him a really-you-hang-out-with-teenagers sort of look. Like he has any room to talk, when basically everyone is a teenager compared to 117 year old him. But these teenagers are tromping around upstairs like they have some business, with their pulses and their wonderfully warm blood. He watches Lydia go by, and tries to ignore that pulse.
As for Stiles--]
Yeah, I've lived here longer than him. You're friends with them? And-- with... Nick? [This is a guess, but all of this seems unlikely. Visits to friends don't go like this; sorry, Derek.] This isn't some detective work, is it.
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[ derek's tone is desert-dry. no one in this room is being subtle, but derek's watching mitchell watch lydia. when he follows her it's just to put himself between them, within arm's reach. ]
I mentor them.
[ this is clearly the lie derek is sticking with, though he immediately looks at stiles to wordlessly communicate "shut up" in his direction like that has ever worked. ]
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[ Lydia glances blithely back as Derek inserts himself between her and Mitchell. Just the slightest turn of her head to acknowledge the move, and then she’s poking her head into bedrooms to try and identify which one is Nick’s. ]
[ Derek and Mitchell can argue this out. Lydia's going to keep on being nosy—especially now that she has a werewolf bodyguard. ]
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[ derek says the word mentor, and stiles lets out a short laugh, chin dipped, like it's the most ridiculous and hilarious thing he's ever heard. ]
We know each other from home.
[ he tells mitchell, in the kind of tone that makes it sound like a correction. derek is not his mentor. but he's also not going to tell mitchell that they are actually here for detective stuff, nosing into nick's room: lydia can go right ahead and do the thing while derek and stiles stop mitchell from noticing. ]
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Mentor.
[He repeats that word right around when Stiles laughs, because yeah, his sentiments exactly, and that's without knowing dynamics or just how they know each other from home. Anyone could tell you that Derek isn't a mentor.]
Since you're all friends, you can tell me: does she always do this, at home? [It's okay to talk about Lydia because she's going in and out of bedrooms.] Make social calls, and start going in to people's rooms--'cause I'm not up on my modern manners, right, but I'm pretty sure this wouldn't be cool. With anyone.
[And, actually, maybe he ought to follow her, and that has nothing to do with pulses, or anything, thank you. Mitchell tugs his door shut behind him, with the intent to follow.]
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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
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