IM | MAY 4, 2014

[usernameallison]

[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.]

Comments

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[willyouwalk]

That's unfortunate.

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

[usernameallison]

[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.

[willyouwalk]

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.

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[unstiff]

Cohort business? [ Have a fellow Roman pinged by those words. ] Do you know anything about what it involves?

[renegadehero]

[Scott never uses the rainbow.

Auntie senses tingling.

Watch out Scoot, you're about to get side tackled into a hug. Don't ask where she came from.]

[clearasil]

Shit.

[ Eloquent. ]

You okay?

[usernameallison]

...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.

[willyouwalk]

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

[usernameallison]

I wish I did.

[Scott shakes his head sadly, looking up into the rainbow.]

I don't really know any more than you do right now. Wasn't expecting it.

[usernameallison]

[His wolf senses pick up a little bit on something to his side but he doesn't pay much attention - and then holy Jupiter he was not expecting that. Scott's brought down to the ground from his side - he may be a legacy of Victoria and quick on his feet, but right now his guard's down and there's an aunt with her arms around him.]

Um...Sojo? What's up?

[usernameallison]

[He shakes his head, a bit of honesty coming out.]

Not really, no.

[Natalie's a counselor, and she's never steered him wrong before. Maybe she's good at advice.]

[usernameallison]

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.

[willyouwalk]

Ah.

[Tybalt actually seems a little sympathetic]

You still aren't alone.

[usernameallison]

[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?

[willyouwalk]

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

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[lefthandedgenius]

Are you alright?

[clearasil]

You've still got friends here, if that helps any, and your girlfriend.

[ A beat. ]

I'm not Stiles but we are related, so.

[unstiff]

They'll be back then. When business is taken care of. [ He sounds more confident than he is, but he sort of feels like it's his job to be confident for the other Romans, the other cohorts. ]

I'm Four. I don't know if we've ever properly met. I'm from the First Cohort.

[usernameallison]

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

How do they...form one, exactly?

[willyouwalk]

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

[usernameallison]

I hope so. It's kind of weird, with just me and Jon around now.

[He still remembers the barracks of the Fourth at Camp Jupiter every night in the summers - though that's almost a year ago, now. It's weird how time flies.]

No, I don't think so. I'm Scott. [A little pause.] Four - like the number?

[From anybody else, it might sound a little confused, maybe even judgey. But not from Scott. After all, his best friend in the whole world only goes by 'Stiles'.]

[usernameallison]

No, it definitely does. I...I'm really glad I've met all the people I have here, y'know?

[He shrugs a little bit- though damn, he really does miss Stiles. He'd ought to check up on him soon - see how he's doing, his mom.]

Hey Natalie, can we...talk? Somewhere not over the rainbow.

Private!

[usernameallison]

[He scratches the back of his neck, shaking his head.]

I dunno. I guess I'm more shocked than anything, y'know? Didn't expect it.

[usernameallison]

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

[willyouwalk]

We're picky is all.