Lydia Martin screams (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
lydiascreams) wrote2014-09-30 11:34 am
lydiascreams) wrote2014-09-30 11:34 am
[017. I reveal nothing, both played fate.]
[Open Spam]
[Her body is still shaking from the scream, from watching Zane kill Vergil when she wakes up in her bed. Her bed. They are back. And she almost rushes right out of her room toward the infirmary when she realizes she has a katana and a necklance in each of her hands. Her hands that are covered in blood. Both items that she retrieved from Vergil's body.
So instead, Lydia takes time to shower, to both clean herself and pull herself together. She knows from experience that, after something like that, no one needs a reminder of what happened, of how terrifying all of it was walking around the Barge. And it helps her, too.
But as she sits down to put on her make up (not bothering to cover the bruises around her neck this time, either. She survived again. Twice). But when she checks the network as she gets ready, her stomach drops again.
Allison, Mr. Powers. Both of their messages tell her something is wrong. Worse, they tell her that things aren't normal. They tell her that some people are still switched even thought they are already on the right barge.
Or maybe they she is on the wrong barge. Their rooms were the same for the most part.
So Lydia ventures her way out of her room and into the hallway slowly. The mountain ash line underneath her door tells her that she really is back in the right Barge. But then, she has plenty of werewolf enemies in the mirror barge, too. She heads toward the Infirmary to check on Vergil. And once she's done there, she makes her way straight to the seventh floor, using her key to get into Stiles' room ]
[Open Video]
[A few hours later, it's pretty clear to Lydia that this is the normal barge and that there are plenty of mirror people in there still. Which means she needs to be careful and pretend to be her mirror self for as long as possible. A couple of people already know who she really is, but she trusts Stiles, Allison and Mr. Powers not to out her.
So she puts her best glare on and starts the video. Very visible bruises on her neck both from when Jackson tried to strangle her and from the necklace that Zane used against her have already formed.
If someone she trusts contacts her, she will just switch to private and tell them the truth.]
What the hell is going on?
[ooc: Lydia is not switched. More info here.]
[Her body is still shaking from the scream, from watching Zane kill Vergil when she wakes up in her bed. Her bed. They are back. And she almost rushes right out of her room toward the infirmary when she realizes she has a katana and a necklance in each of her hands. Her hands that are covered in blood. Both items that she retrieved from Vergil's body.
So instead, Lydia takes time to shower, to both clean herself and pull herself together. She knows from experience that, after something like that, no one needs a reminder of what happened, of how terrifying all of it was walking around the Barge. And it helps her, too.
But as she sits down to put on her make up (not bothering to cover the bruises around her neck this time, either. She survived again. Twice). But when she checks the network as she gets ready, her stomach drops again.
Allison, Mr. Powers. Both of their messages tell her something is wrong. Worse, they tell her that things aren't normal. They tell her that some people are still switched even thought they are already on the right barge.
Or maybe they she is on the wrong barge. Their rooms were the same for the most part.
So Lydia ventures her way out of her room and into the hallway slowly. The mountain ash line underneath her door tells her that she really is back in the right Barge. But then, she has plenty of werewolf enemies in the mirror barge, too. She heads toward the Infirmary to check on Vergil. And once she's done there, she makes her way straight to the seventh floor, using her key to get into Stiles' room ]
[Open Video]
[A few hours later, it's pretty clear to Lydia that this is the normal barge and that there are plenty of mirror people in there still. Which means she needs to be careful and pretend to be her mirror self for as long as possible. A couple of people already know who she really is, but she trusts Stiles, Allison and Mr. Powers not to out her.
So she puts her best glare on and starts the video. Very visible bruises on her neck both from when Jackson tried to strangle her and from the necklace that Zane used against her have already formed.
If someone she trusts contacts her, she will just switch to private and tell them the truth.]
What the hell is going on?
[ooc: Lydia is not switched. More info here.]
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Jackson just arrived here. He doesn't trust the rest of the pack yet. But Scott is willing to help him. He will with time.
[Unconsciously, she lifts a hand to her neck as she remembers the Jackson she met in the arena. A Jackson so far removed from humanity, she doesn't know if he could ever become even the version she knows. The version she can reach.]
He's not an Alpha here.
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Did he do that to you?
[He's glad to hear that Jackson isn't an alpha here. That'll certainly make it easier for him to take him down if he needs to, to protect her or to protect Scott, or even himself. He's pretty sure that if there's really a universal truth -- aside from he and Scott being friends -- it's that he and Jackson hate each other.]
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It doesn't matter, Stiles. It wasn't really him. [Not the one from this Barge.]
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I'll be back.
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So Lydia reaches out and takes his hand, stopping him. She can't help but think of how her Stiles acted and looked when Jackson first got there. She knows it's a sensitive subject for him. She assumes it makes him feel insecure. And just the idea that it hurts both versions of him as much as it seems to is enough to make her chest painfully tight.]
Stiles. Wait.
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What?
[His voice is distant. Flat again.]
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I don't know what your relationship with your Jackson is like. I know how much you hate each other here. But just ignore him, Stiles. Just leave him because you're better than he is.
All he wants is all you have. He wants a pack, he wants to be accepted, he wants people to respect him and have his back. He doesn't have any of those things. You do.
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You mean aside from the asshole tormenting me for basically my entire life? And the time he killed me on my barge? No big deal. [He gives her a look, then looks away. He isn't going to promise he won't go after Jackson.]
Then maybe he should try being less of a murderous dickhead.
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I know he's not a good person, Stiles. And I'm sure I only know part of all the things he did to you growing up. [She looks back at him and shakes her head.]
But he deserves nothing from you. Not even this. You're the one who has everything now. [Including her. Not that Jackson wants her anymore. But Stiles has her.] Just forget him.
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Fine. As long as he keeps his distance from me, I won't rip out his throat.
Because of you.
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But she knows better than to comment, so she nods and smiles softly up at him, taking his hand in both of her and squeezing it gently once more. She'd hug him, but she knows she needs to take small steps.]
Thank you.
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I'll let you know what I find out.
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[It's a promise. Unless the Admiral tosses them somewhere else.
Lydia clasps her hands together but keeps her eyes on him. She doesn't tell him to be careful this time. She doesn't think it will be quite as effective as the conversation they just had, anyway.]