halfbloodhill | IM | MAY 4, 2014

[The IM opens up on Scott sitting outside the Nike cabin, rubbing at some of his armor with a cloth, and for a moment, he stares up into the sunlight reflected through the rainbow, a little at a loss for words. He's responded to a lot of others' IMs in the past - in fact, it's how he's met all the new people at this camp, usually. But he's never really been one to send them out on his own.

In truth, what he told Tris the other day is true. He does kind of miss the eagles.]

Um, hey guys. I don't usually make these on my own, so - uh, I'm Scott McCall, Fourth Cohort.

[He pauses for a second, kind of unsure what to say about this, how to say it. Now, he thinks, there's going to be a lot of things in his life he's unsure about what to do with. Particularly the part where he turns into a furry, monstrous thing once a month.]

I just wanted to let you all know that two of my cohort members - my friends - Zack Fair and Derek Hale - they're not at camp anymore. Cohort business, I think. I figured they were probably some of your friends, so I thought you might wanna know.

[He leaves it a little vague on both ends, shaking his head. Scott leaves the line open, but goes back to cleaning the armor.]

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That's unfortunate.

[Surprise! Actual emotion beyond mildly amused and annoyed from Tybalt]

[Scott is an honest sort of guy, but it's much easier to be honest around the boy who's turned into a cat almost every time you shift for you.]

You can say that again.

Well, there's still a werewolf in camp so I imagine I'll still be spending a night or two a month as a cat.

...If you could, yeah.

[A little nod there, a more solemn one than usual.]

I'm still kind of figuring this thing out. But I guess I'm more on my own, now.

You've the other campers. I don't think you're on your own, Scott.

I know, it's just...

[He sighs a little bit, trying to articulate himself.]

Now I'm the only one like me around. The only...friendly one, anyway.

Ah.

[Tybalt actually seems a little sympathetic]

You still aren't alone.

[It's nice to see Tybalt showing different emotions. It sure as hell is comforting Scott. He nods a little, taking the statement to heart, and after a long thought.]

Wolves have packs, right?

Yes, though I don't think it matters if the pack is entirely wolf or not.

[Oh, that's very good to know.]

How do they...form one, exactly?

I'm a cat. I've no idea.

I've never had a cat. But I'm guessing you guys are more solo? Except for lions, I mean.

We're picky is all.

Makes sense. I mean...you wanna make sure the people you keep close to you are the most important people.

The most important people that we can tolerate having that close, maybe. I had several important people growing up, but I couldn't stand having some of them close to me.

Wait- seriously?

[Because Scott can't really fathom that. He makes friends easily, trusts easy.]

How? Why?

[Tybalt shrugs. It's clear he doesn't want to talk about it]

Some people are just intolerable.

[Scott's got some tact. He doesn't press, this time.]

I think I'm going to...gather my own pack. Sort of.

Whatever works for you. I doubt Derek would protest.

Yeah. He'd probably...I think he'd get it.

[A little smile, teeth showing this time rather than just closed lips. It's nice to think about keeping people close.]

There's a lot of people here that I care a lot about. Want to protect.

Just remember that most of them are probably just as capable of protecting themselves, hm? No heroics or anything. You Greeks and Romans seem overly fond of that.

I know, but...

[He stops for a second, taking a deep breath.]

What if something happens? What if they can't protect themselves?

Then it, unfortunately, happens. You can't protect everyone.

But I have to - I have to do something, Tybalt. I can't let anyone get hurt.

[Not like he got hurt in January. The last thing anyone needs is more werewolves.]

[Tybalt sighs and switches the IM to private]

What I am saying right now does not go beyond us or I swear to Bast I will curse you and your offspring.

[He pinches the bridge of his nose. He's only saying this because he feels like he has to try and keep Scott from being an idiot for Derek's sake.]

I had five siblings, once. Three of them were killed before I was ten. One ran off. I was ten when the last of them was sent to Ireland's nome while I began my training in Heliopolis. I haven't spoken to my sister since then, and no one knows what happened to her. Then, in San Fransico, my boyfriend was shot and killed by his own family--accident or otherwise I don't know--while I could do nothing. Sometimes, Scott, you simply cannot keep the people you care for from getting hurt.

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