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[030. Everybody's gotta find their way out. Shining through the dark.]

[Friends]
[Lydia doesn't look too happy, but it's hard to tell what, exactly, is off about her. She's definitely concerned and overall, there's something heavier about her posture, her expression.

She's sitting by her desk and beside her communicator is, a pile of the books given to her for Christmas about the supernatural and about banshees. She's been studying.]

I know a lot of people have been feeling off since we got back from the port. I was in the infirmary myself for over a day. But there's something else going on. Something about the Barge is different, I don't know what, exactly. But I can feel it.

It's not death, but almost like a shadow. We all need to be careful. [She knows not everyone she considers her friend knows she's a banshee. But she cares about them so she wants to warn them. She's just not ready to announce it to the entire barge and cause panic.]

[Andrew]
[That's not the only thing worrying her, however. She has her warden item, her key, in her hand and is looking down at it when she starts the video to her inmate.]

Hey. I think we need to talk.

[Spam - Kira]
[She has heard about Kira being awake again after her time at the infirmary. She hasn't been over there to see her yet, though. And she hasn't really talked to her since the day she learned about Jackson.

And she knows it's about time for her to apologize. Or-- at least make things clearer. So she makes her way over to Kira's room and knocks on her door, hoping she's actually there so they can get this over with.]

[Allison]
[She feels silly, leaving her a message like this. But she used to write her texts before coming here, before Allison's arrival. Of things she needed to talk to her best friend about. And she has been talking to her in her room, but right now she feels like she can't leave because she has research to do. To stop someone else from getting hurt. So this will have to do.]

I need you to wake up. If something bad's about to happen, [And it is.] I need to know for sure you're okay.

[Jean]
[She's been meaning to do this since he arrived, but there's been so much going on, she never actually followed through with it. But now that she's talking to him again, she figures he's waited long enough.]

Hey Jean, can I ask you something?

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[Kira is fresh out of a shower, having changed into comfy sweats and a tank top. She's not expecting the knock at the door, so she's quick enough to hop off her bed and pad to the door, cracking it open to peer into the hall.]

Oh. Hey, Lydia. Come in?

[She wasn't expecting the banshee, and she does remember their last conversation. Kira's comfortable with opening the door wider in invitation though, not sure what the intent is but not willing to turn Lydia away.]

[He's been eyeing the books as best he can before replying but doesn't want to draw any conclusions yet.]

...I believe you, but -- when you say you can feel it.

How?

[ look whose chilling in the dark again, and filing his nails no less. He sounds more bitchy than normal when he replies. ]

I have not noticed anything out of the way,but I will keep an eye out in case something comes of it.

Hey.

[She glances inside the room before taking the offered invitation with a soft smile and stepping in.

Now she feels like she should have brought her something, like cookies. Too late now, though.]

Thanks. Stiles told me you were awake.

[Thomas is...surprised he can see her message, considering the filter title. They'd only talked once, the day he'd arrived, and sure, she'd been nice to him and help him find his way around, but he couldn't shake the feeling that more than a few people found his presence unsettling. He hadn't met his facetwin, Lydia's boyfriend, yet, and he's not sure what to think about that.

Truthfully he's not sure what to think about any of it yet.]

Are you okay? [He looks uncertain, troubled. He didn't know she'd been sick at all. Doesn't know if she'd died and death tolled or if it was something else.]

[She has considering telling him from the first time they met, when she realized who he is. So she doesn't mind the question, even if it's not always easy for her to talk about it to someone new.]

Because of what I am. [She hesitates for a moment.]

I'm a banshee.

Can you be more specific, or is this useless?

What sort of shadow?

Thanks, Vergil.

[She eyes him for a moment. It's not unusual for him to have an attitude, but--]

Are you okay? [She knows he was friends with Kara and while she didn't personally know the girl, she's heard about what happened to her.]

[He's already on his way to see her when she sends out a message. He feels better than he had right after the port, but mostly he's just relieved that she's back to herself again. Twenty-four hours of her only occasionally remembering who he was, and why he was with her had been quite enough.

He pauses on the stairs at her comment about a shadow, swallowing heavily before tucking the communicator back into his pocket.

Everyone has it but no one can lose it.

Stiles rakes a hand through his hair, forcing himself to take a deep breath and exhale slowly before continuing his trek to her room, knocking on the door and waiting for her to answer.]

[This throws him, because his only experience of banshee-like entities was the Cailleach and she is just literally the worst.]

So you're not --

[He has six hundred follow-up questions.]

How old are you?

[Well, the fact that he looks like Stiles and isn't trying to kill or hurt anyone makes her want to help him. And it's easy to tell them apart. Between the hair, the fact that Thomas looks thinner and the connection she has to Stiles that makes her able to physically sense him, there's no more mistaking them for each other.]

I'm okay. [She smiles a little, because explaining banshees to him will probably be harder. She has no idea if there's anything supernatural in his world.]

Are you? Did you make it back to the ship?

Well, if you didn't even know something was going on, this is already not useless. [Touchy subject, Arthas. You jerk.]

Like a presence. Something heavy. Dark.

The port was in your world, right?

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[It's a little strange when he doesn't answer her right away, like he normally does. But by the time he knocks, she gets why. She knows it's him. It's weird, how she was able to feel him clearly while they were at the port. How she's able to feel him now.

They've always had a connection, she knows it got stronger after the ritual. But it feels clearer now, like she's more attuned to him. She doesn't know if it's because they're together, because she's in love with him now. She doesn't understand why, but it's definitely there.

So she just calls out, as she stands up:]

You know you can come in.

[She expects the first question to be 'so you're not human', which, she supposes isn't that shocking. Vergil calls her a demon, after all. But she doesn't know if she's human or not. She gets hurt like one, she ages like one and she's as fragile as one. But her hearing is attuned to the supernatural. So what does that make her?

His follow up question though, confuses her. It's not exactly what people ask when she tells them what she is.]

Seventeen. Almost eighteen. Why?

The only thing I've encountered like a banshee was...ancient. As old as anything that's lived.

[But he's already gotten some hints of the Our ____ Are Different trope from Scott.]

...I think what I'm really asking is what being a banshee means to you. In your world.

[That is definitely a question she wishes she had an answer for. Lydia takes a deep breath and shakes her head.]

I don't know. [And she's clearly frustrated by this. But she shakes it off some by sitting up.]

From what I understand, it's something I was born with. But it wasn't until I was bitten by a werewolf that my-- abilities really started to show. [She doesn't like using the word powers. She doesn't feel powerful, much to the contrary, actually.]

I've aged normally so far.

[He nods, thoughtful and solemn.]

You were born with it. Does that mean one of your parents...?

[He can't say is a banshee because it might very well be was, which would explain how there's been nobody to answer these questions for her. And he knows exactly how that is.]

Not that I know of. They don't know about what I am, or anything about the supernatural.

[She can't imagine her egocentric father finding out, he'd call it one of her meltdowns and send her off to Eichen, probably. Her mom would likely try to get her help, but would still think she's crazy.]

But they were never bitten by werewolves, either. So I suppose it's possible.

I'm sorry there's nobody who can teach you about this. I didn't have anyone, either, when I was growing up with magic.

[Back to the matter at hand.]

...I've heard the port was haunted. Do you think a spirit might have come back onto the ship?

[This is based entirely on what terrible crappy things banshees get up to in his world. Messing around with the lines between the dead and the living, etc]

[ He actually glares at her.]

I am getting quite tired of being asked that. I am fine, will always be fine and being asked simply grates my nerves.

[ A downside to superhuman strength and a temper burning hot? Stuff magically breaks, like that nail file snapping in two, cheap metal is cheap.]

[He's not supernatural. He's one hundred percent human, and runs into fights with werewolves and supernatural bad guys with a baseball bat. But he'd felt her at the Port, too. Had nearly plowed right over Dean in an attempt to get to her. There's no real reason he should have known right where she'd be, but he had. He'd gone right to her.

And if he thinks about it for long, he'll remember that it isn't the first time that it's happened. Even before the ritual, before the tether, he'd had a knack for finding Lydia. Or maybe Lydia just kept finding him. He's not sure which. He just knows that the bond between them is a lot stronger than it's ever been.

A faint smile tugs at his mouth when she calls out and he turns the handle and steps inside.]

Hey.

Maybe you could tell me a few things about how you figured it out. [She has the pack, now. But they don't really know other banshees. Only Meredith and only briefly. And she was locked up in a mental institution.

But they do have more important things to focus on, so she takes a deep breath.]

It's possible. But this doesn't feel like death. It's not whispering to me like the dead usually do. It's just-- there.

[She switches to private. She can understand him being upset to the point of being rude, even if she won't put up with it for long.]

I heard about Kara, that's why I asked. I'm sorry, Vergil.

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