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First Tale: Arrival // IM

{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.}

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{Stiles laughs in faint disbelief, trying to lighten the atmosphere.}

Dude, I just got here. I'm not so keen to run away from monsters again this soon.

{He shakes his head.}

But yeah, I'll have to go so see my dad sometime.

Yeah, I know - hey! I've heard if you go somewhere with a satyr, it masks your smell. My smell, anyway - I mean, they say legacies smell like something that attracts monsters.

[There's a pause, and a nod - because Scott kind of feels like they both have things to tell eachother about who they've found out they are, but first-]

Well - I'll go back with you, then. Road trip, man. And if monsters come after us - well, I'm pretty good with a sword.

[After the bit of honesty comes out, it's time for another.]

Um, Stiles? Why did you come to camp?

{He blinks.}

Dude, do you know real satyrs that want to road trip with us?

{He looks warily at Scott's armor and sword, not because he doubts Scott's abilities, but because Scott has a sword and not just like a plastic light saber or the metaphorical sword in his pants.}

Hera led me here.

{He scratches the back of his head, kind of reluctant to elaborate, but also not sure what direction Scott wants him to take his elaboration in.}

No, but I mean - we could probably get some. It's not like there's a shortage of satyrs around here.

[Oh, Stiles. Let him show you his actual plastic lightsaber that he'd gotten from Heather. He's planning on getting you one, too.]

...y'know, I think Hera led Allison here, too. She's Norse. My girlfriend.

{Stiles glances at the few satyrs doing their work around camp and frowns a bit. They look like they've got better things to do than escort a couple of guys cross country.}

We'll see.

{He'd research it maybe, and actually talk to them, which it sounds like Scott might not have done at all.}

Yeah, I met her. Think she might be too good for you, bro.

{He's joking, because no one is too good for Scott, if anything it's the other way around, but he can tease Scott about getting a hot girlfriend when he wasn't around to watch it happen.}

[He's done a little bit, but not much - and he doesn't know many of the satyrs personally. Still, he would really, really like to see his mom, and there's no one in the world he'd rather go back home with than Stiles.]

She's so- hey!

[He knows Stiles is teasing, but he nudges him in the arm, laughing a little bit. Gods, he missed this. He's about to gush about how wonderful she is, but there's another pressing matter, first - the reason he brought up Allison in the first place.]

Hey, maybe you're Norse? I mean, I don't think you're a magician, and if Juno came to you, and you didn't have a satyr guide you and Lupa hasn't come for you yet...I mean, it would make sense.

By process of elimination, that seems to be the verdict everyone I've talked to is coming to.

{He nods a little.}

That's still really cool for you, Stiles! And...man, I'm just happy you're here, honestly. I really missed you.

[His smile's sincere, though he has to pause for the bit of seriousness that's to come.]

Uh- okay, I need to tell you something, man. But we need to go somewhere more private.

{Stiles pulls Scott in for another bro-hug before he can accidentally tear up at how glad he is to have Scott back in his life. When he pulls back he puts on his "very concerned" face.}

Gods and monsters have happened, and you want somewhere more private to talk about this? I'm kind of scared to be told.

{He's joking, and already grabbing his bag to follow Scott, but he's worried about what his best friend has to say.}

Uh- trust me, all that stuff's gonna prepare you for what you're about to hear.

[Please don't freak out, Stiles. Please don't - the last thing he needs is for his best friend to be afraid of him, as he seems to be worried about the monsters that are outside the camp's borders.

He takes Stiles down to the Nike cabin, opening the door for him. His Ned's against a row of lockers and he sits down at the foot of it.]

Okay, so...at the end of January, a lot of werewolves got into camp - and some werewolf hunters too, that Allison knew. We tried to fight back against the wolves, and for the most part, we got them. I think we even captured one and one of the hunters in the process. But...in everything, I got bitten by one. Their pack leader, I think it was. Dude...I'm a legacy and a werewolf.

{Stiles is waiting expectantly not sure what else could possibly be revealed. Monsters and demigods and finding Scott was plenty by itself. Then. of course, Scott starts talking and says werewolves got into camp.

If Stiles was writing this story he knew where he would take it, and sure enough...A legacy and a werewolf.

The words echo in his head a bit, and Stiles isn't sure if it's a side effect of hearing the story or just his own reluctance to believe Scott's words. Not because he's afraid of Scott or anything like that, but because it's one more thing Scott's lived through, is still living through that Stiles wasn't there for. It's another gap between them.

He can feel Scott waiting with baited breath though, so he smiles, pushing his own fears out of the way and claps Scott on the shoulder.}

Bro, you getting a little furry and howling at the moon is probably the least crazy thing I've heard the past few weeks, or at least it fits in with everything else.

Oh, thank the gods, man. I was kind of worried you'd get scared.

[Scott's not quite getting worried about the gap. True, he'd wished Stiles was there, he'd wished he could have told his best friend sooner. But up until this morning, he'd barely known there was anything supernatural about Stiles to begin with. If anything...he'd want Stiles to be safe.

Well, at least here he'll learn how to protect himself. Though Scott'd be lying if he didn't say he'd defend Stiles to the Underworld and back. Frankly, there are few places he wouldn't go for Stiles - even a place like Tartarus isn't above it. Stiles is his brother from another mother. He'd do anything for him.

There's a little breath in, and he starts up.]

Have you figured out what weapon you're gonna learn yet? Wait a second. I could totally help you learn to swordfight!

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