[VIDEO] 9 April [SEELIE] A Call to Arms [OPEN]

[waterbearer]

[ The video is aimed largely past the speaker, to the twichting-writhing forms of three snake-like horned-creatures, the crackles of electricity still racing across their scales as they move. The locket is likely proper up on a rock or tree somewhere, as the speaker is turned to face the worms, his arms up and tattoos glowing electricity crackles from his hands. He is standing on land near a small river-stream near farmsteads. ]

Attention.

I am Kaldur’ahm, recently brought here with the rest of you. I was exploring the rivers and streams nearby and found that several had been blocked by these creatures, and that they were attacking the farms homesteads.

[ One of the worms seems to recover from the temporary paralysis, and lunges towards Kaldur, who leaps away and grasps two devices firmly in his hands. He jumps up again slams downwards on its tail with a water-formed spiked mace, inadvertently severing part of the tip from the worm. He bats the rest of the worm back further away and continues. ]

I am requesting assistance. Several of the civilians have been bitten, and are displaying signs of being in a critical condition due to the creature’s venom. I have been attempting to combat these worms for a few hours, and they grow more resistant to my electric paralyzation with each attempt I try.

[ The severed tail-end starts wriggling violently, and he forms a sledgehammer to knock it back several yards, closer to the still-paralyzed worms. ]

They are quick to regenerate from severed pieces, like echinoderms.

I need those who can help me combat these creatures and those who can help transport the injured to the castle, as well as individuals to help care for those injured by the worms.



{{ooc: The four first comments titled as "Alpha Squad", "Beta Squad", "Gamma Squad" and "Support Team" are for the 'action' part. (Where I will also attempt to GM as worms if people so desire). Feel free to answer the comm itself before immediately jumping into action, or to handwave being assigned to the team you are on and head straight for the action, as well as forming your own little threadlines!

They are more for organization purposes and keeping your squad-mates straight than anything else, and any number of threads can be started below the heading!

NOTE: IC'ly, the Squad assignations are happening on the spot.}}

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[overdraws]

[ She hadn't seen him arrive, nor had she seen him fighting. In fact, Allison had no idea Derek was even here, so when she glances up from her spot on the ground, where she's quickly retrieving arrows, checking and discarding the ones that have been rendered useless, she stills, dropping the items in her hands. ] Derek!?

[ She says it as she stands up, and then quickly finds herself, crouching down again to pick up her fallen bow, clutching it in her hands. He's not an enemy, not anymore, but he's certainly not a friend, either. She's pretty sure he won't attack her, but then again, she's not sure he won't, either. ]

[altercate]

[ it's not that he'd thought stiles was wrong, or joking, but it's still a shock, seeing allison. derek hadn't been there, but he knew. he'd heard. but he can hear allison's pulse, and she's solid, real, alive right in front of him, scrambling for her bow. he flicks an eyebrow to cover his shock, trying to steady himself. ]

You aren't going to need that. Not for me.

[ because why beat around the bush? things are complicated with them. she's an argent, it will always be complicated and difficult, just like it was with chris. ]

I heard you were here.

[overdraws]

[ It wasn't meant for him, and she shoots him a look that says as much, coupled with slight offense that she'd even use it. She doesn't like you, Derek, not much, but she's not going to attack you for no reason. She's not her family. Not anymore. ]

I didn't hear that you were.

[altercate]

I wasn't advertising it.

[ but he'd seen stiles. that was usually enough, considering how quickly word traveled. though there were probably bigger things to discuss. or avoid talking about, considering.

was there a tactful way to ask someone if they knew they were dead? ]

I saw your arrows.

[ which is less a comment on her marksmanship and more a comment on the fact that she hadn't used him for target practice while he was weaving through the mess of worms. ]

[overdraws]

[ He wasn't who she came here to fight. Allison looks him up and down, and then crouches, picking up her arrows and quiver, starting to put them away. ] I'm not going to shoot someone who's obviously on my side.

[ A pointed look, just briefly, before she turns back to examining her arrows. ]

[altercate]

[ it's unfair, derek's wariness. he knows that. the distrust lingers the way it had with her father, derek watching them both, wondering if the line between those worms and himself is really as clearly defined as she's making it out to be. ]

Is that what this is? Us on the same side again?

[ again being the key word, derek trying to find out how much she remembers from home without asking outright. it hadn't been so long ago they'd stood shoulder to shoulder in his loft, circling stiles protectively. ]

[overdraws]

[ She doesn't blame him for the distrust, not really, but it's still a little offensive to have someone think they're out to kill you, when the last time you were together, you were fighting back to back to save a mutual friend.

Or, at the very least, a mutual friend's body.

She shoulders the quiver, after a moment, gaze lingering on Derek before sliding in the direction of the chaos they were both there to fight. ] I'm not here to fight you. Whatever that means.

[altercate]

Just the worms.

[ derek sounds exasperated, because fighting worms in a fairy land offends his sensibilities. his life has taken on a weird level of ridiculous, and he doesn't appreciate it. ]

That's not what I was asking. [ because talking around this is clumsy, and derek doesn't have the patience to refine it. ] I wanted to know what you remembered from home.

[overdraws]

[ That gets her attention, and Allison snaps her attention back to him. She's quiet, for a long moment, reluctant to say anything. So far, Stiles is the only one who knows, or at least remembers, and she's starting to want to keep it that way. Allison looks Derek up and down, before replying. ] Fighting the Oni. What about you?

[altercate]

In my loft?

[ this is the state of affairs now, that things need to be narrowed down further. even the loft doesn't help, derek thinking back to halloween. he shakes his head, impatient. ]

I was at the high school. With the twins.

[overdraws]

[ She shakes her head. ] Rescuing Lydia.

[altercate]

[ oh. ]

Allison.

[ he knows immediately. he knows. his expression tightens, because what is there to say? she's either on the verge of death, or she's already dead and here through magic. that's the options. neither of them are particularly good. ]

[overdraws]

[ So he knows. She gives him a tight, wry, smile, and starts to move past him, back towards the fight. ] Derek.

[altercate]

[ he recognizes that expression. there's something heartbreaking about it, even derek knows that. ]

Wait.

[ it's not really that he wants to say something. he knows he should, but he also knows that there's no way he can say the right thing. ]

Be careful here.

[ which is an expression of intent, really. derek swears up and down that he isn't going to protect anyone, but. ]

[overdraws]

[ The sheer surprise she has that he'd say something like that to her is what causes her to stop, and she turns, looking at him over her shoulder. Her confusion is evident, written on her face and in her body language, because the last person she's ever expected to hear that from is Derek Hale. ] You don't have to pity me.

[altercate]

I'm not pitying you.

[ sharply, because derek doesn't. he hates pity, hated having it directed at him and he didn't have it in him to direct it at anyone else, least of allison which was a bizarre sort of compliment. ]

That's not what this is.

[overdraws]

Then what is it?

[ Confusion turned to slight annoyance. Allison turns fully, raising her eyebrows. ]

[altercate]

Good advice.

[ because when in doubt, fall back to sarcasm rather than genuine emotion. ]

[overdraws]

[ She scoffs, just a little. ] From you?

[altercate]

Is that so hard to believe?

[ questions that really shouldn't be asked. what kind of answer can he even expect to get? ]

[overdraws]

Coming from you? Maybe. [ She presses her lips together in a thin line. ]

[altercate]

It shouldn't be.

[ because only derek disregards an entire relationship of animosity when it suits him, and he just wants this one thing, this one warning. he threw himself bodily over chris argent to protect him, fought at allison's side. it's harder to be completely detached now, to pretend it doesn't matter to him if she's safe. ]

[overdraws]

[ But it is. They've fought side by side, almost made amends -- Derek was the one who made Scott admit he'd lied by omission to her, and it was Derek who stood beside her against the Oni when they came for Stiles. Tey've worked together more often than not, and there's far, far, less animosity than there had been before. It's still there, though.

Allison fixes him with a look, eyes narrowed, completely skeptical. ] You... tried to kill my best friend, blamed me for things my grandfather did, and then ran with your sister when Scott and Isaac needed you the most. You're not exactly a paragon of good advice.

[altercate]

[ allison lays out his sins like derek is unaware of them, like it's possible for him to forget. he shakes his head, dismissive. ]

Just listen to what I said, Allison.

[ because he doesn't want to argue the point. they're supposed to be fighting, not having the world's messiest reunion, though letting her out of his sight might take more than he'd intended it to. ]

Stay alive is good advice, even coming from me.

[overdraws]

I'm aware. [ And it comes out snippy, more heated than it probably should. Like he's blaming her for what happened, like it was her fault. ] It's not like I'm exactly planning on dying.