First Tale: Arrival // IM

[always_right]

{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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[usernameallison]

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!