Video - Seelie/Unseelie (Partially Accidental) | Action for those in Troichean Beinn

[teenyoda]

[The image comes on of a room, an unfamiliar room to all but a small handful in Troichean Beinn. The picture rises and falls rapidly, a panting sound coming before there's a sharp cry and the visual changes to the wall as the body wearing the locket rises.

Sorry, folks, but it seems like Stiles turned the locket on while he was having his nightmare or vision or whatever the hell it was, reaching for something to help him get out of it and flicking on the video. Oops? He'd be embarrassed if he wasn't so confused.]

Scott? Malia...?

[He blinks, eying the stone walls in front of him and groaning as it all comes back in a rush. Drabwurld. Fairies. Crap.

It's a moment after that that he realizes the locket's on and he looks tired as he turns it to peer into it, seeing it unlocked to both courts. Great.]

Um... I guess I left? But I'm back now. Though... I'm not at Caer Glaem. Am I still at Troichean Beinn? Gendry? Jon? Sansa? I thought I would have shown up back at court, but hey, look, they don't entirely suck.

[Nope. Someone didn't know they'd been sleeping. He thought he'd left and gone for months and came back. Who wants to break the news? Shut up, Peter.]

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[teenyoda]

You know why.

[Because you loooooooove him.]

But seriously. I wasn't saying I don't want to learn. I just think, you know, we gotta find the right technique.

[baseborne]

[MAYBE (totally.)]

The right technique won't be sitting on your ass, I can tell you that now.

[Come on just sword with him once!!]

[teenyoda]

The right technique could very well be sitting on my ass. You have no idea, man. I'm the studier. The, ah, the researcher.

[And the chronic masturbator, but they were moving past that...]

Maybe I just need to... think it?

[He was so reaching for this. Frankly, he was scared of your sword and your arms and your everything, Jon.]

[baseborne]

[Jon gives him a Look. A Look!!!]

Of course I have an idea, I've already learned it. [He crosses his arms pointedly.] Go on then, think it: I'm waiting.

[teenyoda]

Well... what do you do?

[Because he could get pretty excited, Jon.]

[baseborne]

I already said, didn't I? You must needs wait until you can feel it grow hot inside you-- [Jon, no, phrasing] And seize upon the feeling when it arises. Like a fire in your blood. It takes an effort to control and manipulate, it's not some accidental thing.

[teenyoda]

[Jon... Wh-- y?]

Right. So. Think of... [Don't say sex.] Uh... stuff. And then what do I do with it?

[Thinking about sex now, thanks, Jon. Anything that happens now is your fault.]

[baseborne]

[Wow like Jon can be blamed for the thing that's always on your mind, Stiles!!]

No, you can't just think of... of things, it only grows warm when you've begun to exert yourself. [WITH SWORDS

METAL ONES NOT METAPHORICAL ONES]

[teenyoda]

[He can when he looks like that Sure he can. It's called blame transference. =D]

You sure about that? Because I'm willing to bet I could figure out some meditation stuff that could do some good here. Bet Jackie Chan would rock the meditation powers. Kung-fu mastah!

[He can swing his sword, sword, sword, his fleshy diamond sword, sword, sword.]

[baseborne]

[Jon just shakes his head. What is he going to do with you, Stiles??]

You're speaking nonsense again.

[teenyoda]

Dude, when the Station gets fixed, we're going there and I'm going to show you what martial arts is. We are googling that. It's like... it's a style of fighting sort of started in Japan, but China and Thailand and a lot of other places have their own versions. It's using your body as a weapon. They can punch through bricks, man. Bricks.

[And they weren't even werewolves. That was so cool, Jon. Wasn't it cool? Say it was cool.]

[baseborne]

How do their bones not shatter?

[Okay maybe it's a LITTLE cool...]

[teenyoda]

Kung fu, man. Kung fu. They can do it with their heads, too. It's all about meditation and mind over matter. They can do this three inch punch thing that sends you flying. And don't even get me started on their weapons.

[Was Stiles getting excited?

...

Stiles was getting excited.]

[baseborne]

[Jon snorts, shaking his head.] You're having me on. I'm not such a green boy that I'll believe every thing that comes flying out of your mouth, you know. [Look. Look. He really missed you while you were playing Sleeping Beauty, Stiles.]

[teenyoda]

Dude! I'm not even lying. I promise you, next time we're at the Station; google. I will google you up some martial arts vids and you can totally see for yourself. Call me a liar? I'll show you, buddy. Ohoo hoo... you'll be shown.

[He feels the love, bro.]

[baseborne]

And what's google, then? [He less missed needing translation for half their conversations, though.]

[teenyoda]

... It's the internet. We will find it. It's happening.

[baseborne]

I'll look at your... internet, if you at least try to learn to use your shard.

[teenyoda]

Okay, but we're going to have to figure out something that isn't you beating me up with a sword.

[baseborne]

I could just defend, if it worries you so.

[teenyoda]

But what if I hurt you...

[He realized how dumb that sounded before he even finished it.]

[baseborne]

[Jon laughs, but it's more just amused than overly cruel.]

You'll owe me one of your healing potions, then, is all. It's fun, Stiles, and a few bruises aren't so bad at the end of any day.

[teenyoda]

Yeah, you and Scott are definitely the same. Getting banged up? Not fun. Having someone run at you with something sharp and pointy? Again, not fun.

[baseborne]

Practice swords are blunted, Stiles. [Duh!] You do it so when someone does run at you with something sharp and pointy it's them getting stuck, not you.

[teenyoda]

... Same difference. You're a masochist, Jon. It's not healthy. I'd see someone about that if I were you.