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[003. Mirror Mirror]

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[Lydia is bored and that just won't do. If she's going to be at the barge, she'll need something fun to do. At least until she has a pet of her own to play with. And she can't wait until she gets her own inmate. Lately she's been playing with others, and she even has a couple of favorites but it's not the same thing.

Until then, though, it will have to do. She considers going to find one of those to pass the time, but she wants something a little more challenging today. Of course she won't pass the opportunity if one of them cross her path, but as she makes her way down the hallways she's looking for a few specific individuals: Blight, Chris or Arya and Nymeria.

With the power loss and everything that has been going on, it's been a few days since she's seen Scott around and she just can't go long without taunting him or he will think she's done playing.

Of course, if she can't find any of her body guards for back up, she might just have to go find Scott's little sidekick instead. That always sends her message across, too because she knows the Alpha will be able to smell her all over his Beta.]

(ooc: Lydia is completely affected! Here are some handy links: Profile, Plotting, Assumed CR.)

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I wouldn't object. But then, you've got sense, unlike half the wretched ingrates in this place, inmate and warden alike.

[He thinks that she respects him, respects his power and his anger. Knows it isn't wise to taunt him when he's already ready to lash out. Too many others would rather poke at him for fun. Suicidal fools.]

The balance these days is precarious, at best. But that doesn't mean I'm in any hurry to let a bunch of strays try clawing their way to the top of a new world order. Can't have that.

[That surprises her, too. He actually takes a step back, that's almost gentleman-like of him, really. You know, for Parker's standards. He's even worse than McCall with his attitude and she barely even knows him.]

Don't you wish I would want something with you?

[Lydia smirks and shakes her head, lifting a hand as if she is going to touch his chest, but she lets it hover without actually touching instead.]

I saw McCall eying your new pet, by the way. Might want to make sure he doesn't try to steal her.

[Create a little chaos there even though she's never seen the new blonde girl anywhere near Scott. Because, why not?]

I would...

[Aaaaand there it is. Good boy, Chris.

She pauses, purses her lips together, looking guilty, embarrassed.]

This is... embarrassing. But I miss having an Alpha. I'm a banshee, Chris, I can't really function without one. I need to have someone to belong with. I obviously refuse to join his pack and I think you're my best option. You already have all of the qualities of an Alpha, you just need the title.

I can't force you to have me in your pack when you get it done, but I figured if I help you, you might want me.

Thank you, Blight.

[She smiles at the compliment. Because she does believe he means it as one. As much as he is convenient for her to have around, she really doesn't mind his company. She's always been really good at reading people, that's what makes her good at manipulating them, after all. And once she has him seeing her side, they can even pretend to have interesting conversations.]

It's such a relief to have someone who sees things for what they are in this place. I swear everyone is just worried about themselves to really see what we see. It's up to us to make sure a hormonal seventeen year old doesn't end up with more power than he can handle.

[Something about this is still rubbing Chris the wrong way...but the allure of actually having powers is overriding his common sense. Greed will always win out]

My pack?

No, yeah, sure! Of course I'd want you, jesus. No, I want to do this. It's what I've always wanted, right?

My pleasure. [Said in the rough, impatient offside that is his version of 'polite'.]

Well. There are some people here I would almost rather see the seventeen year old in charge, over. But that doesn't mean I should make it easy for him.

[He knows she needs room, so he keeps walking toward her, slowly, like he's approaching a friend. Casual. Except he would casually rip her throat out again if he had to. The death toll might even break again, and leave her down for the count.

Stiles would probably be down about that, but he'd get over it.

Referencing his beta brings another growl to his throat, and Scott's eyes narrow.]

You know, you don't need to be able to speak for him to fuck you. So why don't you watch your mouth around me?

[She runs through a list of other wolves in her mind and it is very, very short. Chris doesn't technically count. Lark is gone. There's another boy, a werewolf, but she has kept away from him, knowing her own pack dissolved.

But on this ship? She thinks there might be at least one other.

She smiles for Lydia, shrugging lightly like she doesn't have a care in the world.]

Just a dumb inmate. Which wolf do you think she'd play best with?

[When she smiles, she manages to make it look relieved.]

It is what you've always wanted. You'll be even more powerful, the whole pack will be loyal to no one but you.

And you know all the perks that come with being a werewolf. The strength, the speed, the hearing... the superiority alone, people know they have to obey you.

[That irritates her. If there is one seventeen year old worthy of being in charge it's her. But she won't say anything. Because she knows better. She will eliminate the obstacles first, and then she will take over.

She just needs to be patient.]

Don't underestimate him. You don't know him like I do. He is worse than you imagine and if he climbs to power? Anyone who isn't a part of his pack will be treated like an inmate.

[Lydia smiles.]

Better take care of him now, right?

[Abigail recognizes this place. She's doing her best to keep quiet about it - to breathe deeply and panic quietly - but she can't entirely keep from being noticed. Especially from people like Lydia.]

[The thing is, she knows what most of these people are like on the other side of the mirror . . . but not Lydia. She's a completely unknown quantity.]

[Abigail passes her in the hall with every intention of walking on by, but she can't help glancing at her out of the corner of her eye. Anything could happen, and a part of her is morbidly curious.]

[She knows what he's doing and she wants to glare at him, but instead she pulls her hands to her sides and balls them up into fists. She will start concentrating her energy into a scream now. Just in case.

But she can't let him win by advancing on her, so she takes a step forward, hips swaying for distraction even if she doesn't actually expect Scott to be distracted by her body like Stiles is. She's still smiling, though.]

Oh, sweetie, you're not my Alpha, remember? You know you don't intimidate me.

Speaking of Alpha, don't you have some more low rank losers to recruit for your pack?

[Stiles pauses. The concern in her voice seems real, but he doesn't believe it anyway. Mirror Barge, Stilinski. Focus, he tells himself, drawing in a breath and very carefully taking hold of her hips. He shifts her onto the bed and off his lap, then rises to his feet, putting some distance between them.]

I'm really not sure. I can't even remember the last time I saw you, actually. What happened the last time we saw each other?

[No, this won't do at all. She needs to find a way to touch him again. He's 80% easier to work with if she's touching him. Or if she's naked, but clearly that's not an option at the moment.

Buut she might be able to use his question against him. Inside? She's smirking.

She stands up and takes a step toward him, looking like she's about to reach for him and then forcing herself to stop, an upset look appearing on her face as she holds her hands together.]

We were in my room. You spent the night with me, and most of the morning. Stiles, you're scaring me. Are you saying you don't remember it? You don't remember us?

[Maybe, if everything else goes wrong, acting is an option for her. She's got the looks for it, obviously. And the skills. Because she knows she's painting a pretty pathetic picture right now with big doe eyes and everything. But she knows she needs to be careful not to overdo it because Stiles is smart.]

What's the last thing you remember?

[He's fully expecting her to lie. She's not herself. Or technically, he supposes, she is. And she's the opposite of the Lydia that he knows and loves. And if he hadn't just very recently been possessed by the ultimate of all tricksters, he probably would have fallen hook, line and sinker for her tears. But if there's one thing that Stiles has always been good at, it's manipulating people when he has to. And right now, he really kind of has to. Right now, he has to convince her that he believes everything she's saying.

And he needs to come up with a plan. Quickly. He closes the distance between them and rests his hands on her arms, a stricken expression on his face.]

Everything's just very fuzzy. Like a dream or something, I guess? Trust me, I really want to remember.

[She's surprised when he suddenly comes closer to her. It's what she wanted, yes, but there is no hesitation, no second of him questioning her and that doesn't look right. Still, it's better than what she had before. And if he wants her to think he believes her, she can pretend just as well until she's sure.

So she lifts her hands up his arms and squeezes them, eyes still big, filled with fear as she looks at him. On the off chance he isn't lying about not remembering anything, she could really use this.]

Stiles, are you sure Scott didn't do this to you? He's always hated the idea of us. You may not remember this now, but he's killed me before, Stiles. He hates me, he doesn't want me anywhere near you because you're his.

That's good practice, but we can definitely add some aim to Nymeria.

[Lydia reaches over and fixes Arya's hair. She has no plans of treating her like her mom treated her, but that doesn't mean she can't try to get her to take better care of herself.

But that's for later. When she's riding a wolf with a bloodied muzzle, she should get plenty of respect anyway.]

McCall, of course. But I don't want her to get hurt, so we will have to wait for the perfect opportunity. Like we talked about.

[Lydia can tell she's trying to go by unnoticed, which is ridiculous because really the hall isn't that big. She wasn't looking for an inmate but Abigail is just so much fun. How can she not?

So she starts by letting her think she's getting away with it, walks right past her without looking at her, and then she smirks, stops, and turns around, her hands going to her hips.]

Abigail? I almost missed you. Are you trying to blend in with the wall, sweetheart?

Oh yes. Best to nip that aggravation in the bud. Before it sprouts.

[If Lydia wanted to take over, he might just let her. Might even back her play with the proper cajoling.

But that's a matter for a different time. Of course it hasn't even occurred to him that might be her endgame, yet.]

Too many people are running around trying to proclaim themselves the new king these days. Who looks around at a sinking ship and decides they want to take over for themselves? Who wants all this that badly?

[one telling look at Chris' greedy expression is likely all Lydia needs to know in that she's hooked him]

Fuck yes.

Fuck yes.

[If she'd said anything else - and if he wasn't trying to act like his grouchy, miserable counterpart - he probably would have made a comment about the handsy-ness. Flattering and everything, but he's really not interested, he's kind of spoken for...

Except apparently, that's part of the problem, and she's immediately got his attention.

He's not exactly doing a great job of hiding it, either.]

New pet?

[Stiles searches her eyes for a moment, holding his breath. He hates it, but he believes her. He draws in a deep breath, trying to let that information sink in. He wants to ask why she and Scott hate each other so much, but maybe it doesn't matter. He just has to keep the two of them apart for as long as this flood lasts. And he has to keep anyone from killing Scott. And keep Scott from killing anyone else.

Piece of freakin' cake.]

Well, Scott will have to deal with it. Because I'm not gonna let him hurt you, okay?

What if he's already hurting you, Stiles?

[She gasps quietly. Because she could care less about him protecting her. She doesn't need anyone to protect her. She wants to get him away from Scott. It will be her ultimate prize. It will shatter Scott's confidence as an Alpha and it will make the rest so much easier.]

Peter told me they can steal memories. [She lifts a hand to the back of his neck, brushing her fingers against his skin lightly, keeping her touch soft on purpose.] He told me the more powerful Alphas can get in your head and not only see what you think and know, but make you forget all about what they want.

What if he makes you forget about me?

Exactly.

[The fact that he agrees with her helps her mood improve. Not that she expects him to see her point of view, but maybe she can give him a little bit of information and see how he reacts.]

Mostly so crazies like McCall don't take control over it. And also, there are some pretty powerful people in here, whoever runs the ship? Runs them.

[Normally she'd be bored by the lack of challenge, but she knows this is just step one to a much, much larger scheme. So she just smiles and nods.]

We'll get started whenever you're ready.

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