First Tale: Arrival // IM

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{A sixteen-year-old with large amber eyes, an upturned nose, and brown hair flickers into view, too close to the rainbow at first and then he pulls back, centers himself in the image.}

So, let’s applaud for the Rainbow Connection, everyone. Is that inappropriate to hum or sing? Anyway, I’m Stiles Stilinski. Not really sure what I’m doing around here yet, but I saw some other kid do this, so I figured what the heck, put my face out there a little early.

{His hands come in and out of focus as they wave about around the rainbow.}

So, things I ought to tell everyone....I’m human. Extremely human, and fragile, so all those swords should just stay sheathed around me, alright? Beyond that, I’d appreciate it if someone could give me a hand to where ever new arrivals are supposed to be.

{The colors start to bleed and fade away.}

Than-

{He cuts out.}

Comments

[always_right]

{Stiles blinks a little more at her, but he's nodding, slowly at first and then emphatically.}

Oh, yeah, definitely. We can trade embarrassing stories about him.

{She might not be able to see it through the message, but his ears turn a little pink and he rubs the back of his neck.}

I-That's good to know that he hasn't forgotten me.

{His grin is telling her he's joking, but there's an accidental hitch in his tone that may be giving away his worries.}

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I'm looking forward to hearing stories about you guys growing up.

[ Allison doesn't want to get all sentimental but she can easily tell - anyone can - when a guy loves and misses his best friend. Sure, Scott also has Heather from the Roman camp, but their friendship is different. ]

You should go find him.

[always_right]

Oh, believe me. There are plenty. Ask Scott about the tennis racket sometime. Watch his face turn colors. It's great.

{He grins at her, but he's already kind of tapping his leg and itching to go.}

Gonna do that. I'm sure I'll see you later.