[EVENT] The Visitations

[majorarc]

Who: All Characters
When: November 29-December 19
Where: Your Home
What: The Visits
Warnings: For language and other dark elements.


This is going to go a certain way! Each time there is a visitation by a ghost, we will post a thread. Then, we will respond to that thread, if you indicate you want us to do so, or if you will have other characters in the thread. Remember, the Ghost of Christmas Past will have all your characters in the same moment of time, so if you want to be able to interact with each other, go ahead. Additionally, you will be viewing the moment in time that your denizen was killed from a third person perspective, so you can meet up with anyone during that time, but you cannot talk to your denizen. Once your denizen is dead, you are free to move around the island.

During the viewing with the Ghost of Christmas Present, you will be in the same situation, but only able to view things within your own canon. This means you can’t really speak to anyone but the NPC of the Ghost, which will be played by the mods.

For when The World shows up, we will have a separate thread for her and Kuma will be responding to you with her. You can freely talk to anyone here as well, in the game.

If there are any questions please respond to the thread provided below.

Comments

[puppyface]

So, don't give us any excuse.

[He shrugged, looking back toward his communicator again before he continued, the smile not yet fading.]

I mean, you won't. Secretly you're a good guy, even if Stiles thought you were a serial killer and you act like you're all dark or something.

[...Noooot that it wasn't always warranted or anything.]

[triskeles]

I don't intend to.

[ As Scott looked away, he couldn't help but glower at that comment. It still stung, even months later, as he was reminded of the two teens digging up his sister before claiming he was a killer. ]

You both thought I was a serial killer. Nevermind convincing a good number of other people that I was, after you knew I wasn't.

[ He had never been given a chance to comment on it, so why not now since Scott was the one to bring it up. ]

[puppyface]

We thought you were dead!

I didn't- I mean they either thought it was me or I could tell them it was a giant wolf and they lock me up for being psycho! Which would totally not fix anything and we were really sure that stabbing you through the chest would kind of kill you!

[Scott swallowed, then, scratching his neck.]

And you weren't... exactly giving us like, I dunno, a reason not to think so.

...Sorry about... Laura, and that, though.

[triskeles]

Because that's completely valid, when you know how word would spread and twist. How it did.

[ There was no real bite to his words, but Derek's expression was leveled, jaw tight from more than just the visitation. He had the image of his sister smiling, alive, contrasting against the lifeless eyes he had found. The wolf he had bound her to in wolfsbane, until Scott and Stiles came along and unearthed her.

And then they had accused him of her murder, pinned him for the murders of Kate's accomplices when they had no other answer. ]

And what would've happened, if there were more murders after I died? Reasons or not, that would've only lasted so long.

[ He rolled his neck, looking off to the side and away from him for a moment. ]

... I got to bury her properly, at least. If only that.

[ Even now, he realized, he had yet to really mourn her. ]

[puppyface]

I know.

[Scott sighed exasperatedly, shaking his head.]

I know. I'm sorry. We were trying to help and we messed it up and I get it. I'm sorry.

[Scuffing his shoe on the ground, Scott scratched his neck again, almost appearing nervous.]

I'm sure she... she didn't deserve that, we just weren't... thinking. I'm sorry.

[triskeles]

[ Derek tried to keep his anger, because he deserved it. He was allowed it. But with Scott's apologies-- earnest and genuine as they were-- and knowing bot him and Stiles, he could feel himself losing a good amount of the steam required for it.

He rolled his eyes upwards, willing himself to have the good grace to actually not snap out his words. He succeeded rather well, actually, keeping himself even. ]

You had good intentions. Both of you did. But without all the facts, it doesn't pull through.

[ After a quiet second, he looked at him properly again. ]

We'll... work on avoiding that, in the future.

[puppyface]

Yeah, well...

[Scott swallowed, dropping his arms almost exasperatedly.]

It... means we have to tell eachother everything. No more stupid hiding things.

...Except you can't tell Stiles I dreamt he was a werewolf.

[triskeles]

That's a little contradictory, but it's not my information to tell him.

[ Derek didn't miss it, and opted to point it out, but he meant the latter portion of the comment. That much is obvious. ]

If you do or don't want to tell him, that's your call.

[puppyface]

...He's scared enough.

[Scott rubs his arm nervously, staring at Derek as though lost. How was he supposed to take care of Stiles as nothing but an asthmatic human? This heroing thing was easier with powers. Figures the first time he needed them they'd be gone.]

How am I supposed to tell him everything will be okay when he just thinks he's gonna hurt us? I don't know what to do.

[triskeles]

We're all in the same boat.

[ It's not outright admitting that he's scared, but Derek isn't the type to say something like that outright. Instead, he groups them all together, because right now? It's true.

He hesitates, before reaching out to set his hand at the base of Scott's neck, close to where it meets the shoulder, and squeezing. It's just a brief press, gentle, and then he pulls back. ]

When you don't know what to do, you trust the pack to back you up. Stiles won't hurt any of us. We won't let it happen.

[puppyface]

Yeah, well. How do I get him to see that?

[Scott keeps that same gaze on Derek for a few moments, looking away as his frustration grows.]

He's my best friend. He- he saved my life like, every day. He's just... gotta be okay.

[triskeles]

If you can't get it through his head with words, show him.

[ Derek keeps his focus on Scott, determined to fight against his frustration. ]

Stay with him, just like he's stayed with you through all this. It's all you can do, if he won't listen.

[puppyface]

[Sighing a little, Scott shrugged, giving as sarcastic a smile as he could.]

I just wanna get out of here and get him home.

[triskeles]

[ Derek pulled a face at the attempt at a sarcastic smile, a frown pulling at his mouth and brows. ]

You will, Scott. Until then, I know you'll keep him safe. Him and Erica both.

[puppyface]

Yeah, well. Unless they're planning on giving things back I'm not sure.

[He looked to the side again, obviously bothered. Scott felt- was- powerless. What could he do besides hope they'd all be fine- scope things out and hope his asthma didn't trigger every time they got into a scary situation?]

I really didn't think I'd ever miss being a werewolf.

[triskeles]

[ He didn't offer the reminder that he once said the bite was a gift-- really, Derek didn't need to-- but he did sigh heavily. They couldn't sit back and just take it easy, not when they're stuck here the way they are. But pushing both Scott and Erica wasn't something he wanted to do. ]

We'll figure things out. And even when we do, I'll make sure nothing happens to any of you.

[puppyface]

We will. Maybe this is just all some weird dream or something.

[Even though it wasn't– he knew it wasn't- he could wish all he wanted.]

...Just remember you're... You're human too, now, Derek.

[triskeles]

[ A dream within a dream wasn't exactly the most original concept in the world, but there had been a moment where Derek wished it was what happened. He'd been knocked out and was having a lucid, awful dream that didn't seem to want to end and had more layers than any of them knew what to do with. ]

Trust me, I know. I'm reminded pretty much every minute we're here.

[ His expression scrunched a bit, as if a disgruntled dog that smelled something it didn't like. In Derek's case, though, it was a disgruntled wolf that didn't smell anything. ]

[puppyface]

It's more than just not having your senses!

[Scott's frustration rises again, and he fists his hands in his pockets.]

You can get hurt, too. And if we don't have you--- if we don't have you, we don't have anyone.

[triskeles]

[ It's another reminder he doesn't need, but Derek doesn't snap. He's too tired to bite back as strongly, and he doesn't want to take three steps back from the progress they've made. A low growl does leave him, but it's more of an echo to Scott's own frustrations. ]

I can't promise to be careful. [ That's not who Derek is. He risks everything to keep what he has. ] But I can try, if it means that I can be here to keep the pack safe.

[puppyface]

Well, yeah, none of us expected you to be careful.

[Raising his brows in his complete lack of surprise, Scott lets out a sigh. All he wants is to be back to... You know, not being asthmatic. Useless. Not having to be protected by Derek Hale.]

We need all of us, not a dead Alpha.