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.]

Comments

[baseborne]

[Nooo, Stiles, your semi-manly facial fuzz! Jon had been so proud, so proud.]

Aye, you need only keep that in mind for when it's my turn, I suppose. [Jon: attempting to tell a joke, somebody call the presses.]

[teenyoda]

[Malia will likely make him grow fur again as soon as she has control over him. Soon, Jon. Soon.]

Hah, yeah. No. See the difference between us? I can't lug you unless I levitate you. Oh, hey, there's an idea. I'll just float you along behind me and... no, wait. Your wolves would eat me. Please don't ever go into a coma, Jon.

[baseborne]

[You see?? Jon likes Malia already.]

I'm not so heavy. [u calling him fat, bro?]

[teenyoda]

And I'm not that strong. I can barely lift myself. No way I can carry all of that.

[He emphasized 'that' with hands gesturing, meaning all of Jon's manliness. Too much manly.]

[baseborne]

I don't see why you're so against the idea of working on that. [FEEL THE BURN, Stiles. The burn is good! The burn is life!]

[teenyoda]

I don't think I'm genetically capable of gaining any muscle. I'm lean. My people are lean.

[Okay, his dad wasn't that lean, but he clearly took after his mom. Who was willowy.]

We don't muscle. Unlike some Lord Commanders.

[baseborne]

Oh, that's not how muscle works. [But thank u for noticing.] You ought to at least let me show you how to use your shard like we learned. [From the guy who then tried to murderate them.]

[teenyoda]

... That's totally how muscle works.

[Muscle was heavier than fat, Jon. He knew this. With science.]

Use your shard? Use it how? Is this your way of saying you want to rip my chest open? Because, um... I thought we were bros.

[baseborne]

[Bah, science. Jon scoffs.] No, there's a sort of magic in it, all its own. If you learn how to use it you can be faster than any man ought to be, stronger too.

[teenyoda]

... So you're going to sit here and tell me how to do that, right?

[Because that could come in handy, okay? Okay.]

[baseborne]

Aye, of course. [Tosses hair- no I'm kidding. Jon taps between his collar bones with one finger.] The Fox was a madman, but he was not a fool, and he taught us well for some weeks first. I can move nearly faster than a man can see, when I use this.

[teenyoda]

Really?

[Okay, that was cool. He'd seen Jon in that vision shared over the lockets and even as just your average Joe, Jon packed a hell of a punch. He could only imagine what he'd be like super powered.]

So it, what, enhances your speed and strength? What about healing?

[Important things, Jon.]

[baseborne]

Healing? No, it doesn't seem so. [That's what you're here for, Stiles!!] Why would it?

[teenyoda]

[Shrug]

Because the werewolves back home have their strength and speed enhanced, but they also have like, super magical healing as well. Seems to go hand in hand.

[baseborne]

[Wow Stiles don't compare him to a werewolf that is hitting much too close to home!]

Then I'm not like that, I suppose. It's only the other things.

[teenyoda]

[Rude, Jon. His bestest friend in the whole world was a werewolf and his girlfriend was a werecoyote. Don't be hatin'.]

Oh. Okay. Well... how... do you do that?

[baseborne]

... Do you want me to teach you? [Jon wants Stiles to learn how!! Because the squishy mage boy should know all he can about defending himself when the tanks go down tbh.]

[teenyoda]

Kinda why I'm asking.

[Gee, Jon. You sure you want to take on the task of actually teaching Stiles stuff? He might whine if you make him lift anything.]

[baseborne]

[Don't you backsass him Stiles!] I offered before and you declined.

[teenyoda]

[Oh, he will sass you up and down and back and forth and in a little circle to make you dizzy.]

Okay, maybe we need to work out the definition of 'teach'. Sword stuff, no. Shard stuff, yes.

[baseborne]

Well-- [nO STILES HE WAS SO EXCITED HE WANTS YOU TO SWORD] I could teach you with fists, but I would wager you'd like that even less.

[teenyoda]

[JON. SWORDS AND STILES ARE LITERALLY THE WORST COMBINATION. WORSE THAN JOFFREY AND A CROWN. TRUFAX.]

... Is there any way to show me that won't hurt?

[baseborne]

It's only bruises, Stiles. That's a good sort of hurt. [Jon really loves swordplay, okay?]

[teenyoda]

Have you seen me? I bruise when you look at me hard. You would break me and you wouldn't even mean to.

[baseborne]

[Mildly insulted:] I have some skill, you know. I used to teach my brothers in black to fight, and enough came from stock like yours. [YOU KNOW... WEEDY AND SOFT.]