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Stiles Stilinski ([personal profile] hypercompetent) wrote in [community profile] potosi2013-07-17 09:13 pm
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we're bigger than we've ever dreamed




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Stiles!

[personal profile] anticonvulsant 2013-07-18 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
Teaching her how to drive, maybe? :D?
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We totally need more threads right???

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WELP.

[personal profile] triskeles 2013-07-18 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ The job of a faoladh is just as simple: protect.

So it's no wonder that Derek has stormed to every loud cry or crash to hit the village since the damned puka started stirring up trouble. Their harvests haven't been the best in the past year, so he can't exactly say he's surprised that the sidhe is deciding to terrorizing the villagers, since they haven't been able to really give the trickster its share, but that doesn't change anything for him.

A faoladh protects, and the havoc a puka raises is something that he should protect his villagers from. Especially after they accepted him into their lives, even if it was only as a service.

His red eyes turn in the direction of chaos, loud and not-so-foreign in what should have been a quiet night. Growling low, his ears swivel back and he makes his way towards the pub, knowing exactly what's causing the trouble without having to check. Not after the game that the fae has started up. With little to no preamble, he just slams a massive shoulder into the back door, taking up the entire doorway as he glowers into the building.
]
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LYDIA!

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Edited 2013-07-18 05:32 (UTC)
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Corf

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Marius

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triskeles: < needs credit > (☽ Gσᴛᴛα ɢᴜᴛ ᴛʜαᴛ ғɪsʜ)

PAIN IN THE ASSSSSS.

[personal profile] triskeles 2013-07-18 05:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ Bowing his head so that the arch of his neck and his shoulders takes the brunt of the hit, the faoladh growls again and glowers at the puka in annoyance. But there isn't quite the same aggression as he had in the previous weeks, neither in his eyes nor his bared teeth. They're still sharp, and quite threatening, but Derek has long since given up wanting to rip the black-furred shapeshifter to bits for terrorizing the people who took him in.

He pads forwards across broken glass, not in the least bit caring about whether the sharp fragments cut into his pawpads. Instead, he leaps out the window after him, ignoring the scrape of what shards remain in the window as he barrels along on the trail of the stag.

While the puka may have a head start, the faoladh will always-- always-- find him again.
]
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♥!

[personal profile] sixtypercent 2013-07-18 10:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The thing about girl time is it usually ends with shopping, or gossiping, or watching movies and eating popcorn. With Allison? It's not usually like that. Not that Lydia really complains--she loves Allison, she really does, possibly even more as a friend after the entire supernatural nightmare that has been her life since she was first attacked by Peter Hale months and months ago.

It's that they're trying to understand--the extent of Lydia's visions, what Peter made her see--so they're walking towards the still abandoned Hale house. Lydia's boots were not made for hiking, to say the least, and she's still uneasy as hell about this place. ]
This is not exactly what I thought you were going for when you said we were going to hang out.

[ But she does at least keep up with her. ]
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[personal profile] hisusername 2013-07-18 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)
I know, [she explains patiently as they hike. She's far more dressed for the woods, her own boots laced up.] and I'm sorry. I wanted to hang out, and we still are. Just... We're trying to settle some things, first.

[She wasn't anxious to get back to the Hale house, either, but if it could help Lydia-- if it could help them all, she would stay there all night if she had to.] I just hope this works. After everything Stiles had you try... There's clearly some connection going on here. I figured maybe going back to the source would help. If nothing's happening, we can go back, and I promise I'll let you pick the movie.
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NOTHING COULD POSSIBLY GO WRONG

[personal profile] anticonvulsant 2013-07-19 12:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ Okay, so she's nervous! That's normal, right? I mean, driving, something she thought she'd never get to do.

She's got one hand on the stick, and the other on the steering wheel, and she nods. ]
I think so.

[ Deep breath, Erica. It's not like this Jeep is his lifeblood or anything. She puts the car into gear, and presses on the clutch—

And the Jeep lurches forward and then promptly stalls out. ]
triskeles: < needs credit > (☽ Oᴘєɴ ᴍʏ ʜαɴᴅs)

For some reason.

[personal profile] triskeles 2013-07-19 06:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Though the dust obscures his vision, he pushes forward after Stiles in what's become a scripted game of tag. Puka enters village; puka begins breaking things and/or terrorizing person(s); faoladh hears; faoladh comes to snap after puka's heels. He's still irritated, of course, but no longer really angry. It's a pain and a chore to pick up after the other shapeshifter, but he's...

Derek doesn't want to say attached. Just that the puka's given him something to almost look forward to.

Rather than let the branch stop him, he just leaps over it, never quite falling for the false trails for long. He's drawn to follow, a gravitational pull that will lead him to his 'prey.'
]
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""Adorable""

[personal profile] triskeles 2013-07-19 09:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There's also the added advantage of size-- he's seen how big the puka can get as a horse, but that doesn't change the fact that he's still bigger, still practically monstrous in his height and weight. While you'd think that would slow him down, it gives him longer strides, greater power to back up long limbs. And though he's spent much of the race storming after the stag, Derek begins to slow to a stop as he sees that the puka is cornered for the time being.

Head bowed in return, he stares back at him, bright red on gold.

And then he closes his eyes and sneezes in the dust, annoyed.
]

Thank you for that. [ Dry as a desert. ]
triskeles: < needs credit > (☽ Wɪʟʟ ғαᴅє)

Annoying as hell.

[personal profile] triskeles 2013-07-19 09:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Grumbling his discontent, Derek lifts up his eyes again while pawing at his nose to try and snort the dust away. But then he catches Stiles running at him, and he bows down further to get his head underneath his chest and between his forelegs.

Mostly so that he can upend the deer in a single, quick toss of his giant head.

If he doesn't expect retribution for his every action, he has another thing coming.
]
triskeles: < needs credit > (☽ Aʟʟ ᴛʜє ᴛʜɪɴɢs ʏσᴜ ᴛʜσᴜɢʜᴛ)

A brat.

[personal profile] triskeles 2013-07-19 10:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Coming over to where Stiles winds up, Derek circles both puka and tree almost absently on giant paws. He has a feeling there's glass imbedded in pawpads, a chance of blood being drawn, but it's an absent though as he examines how tangled up the antlers are with the branches.

Overall he's fairly amused, though he knows that in a blink of the eye Stiles could free himself by shifting.

He's pretty sure that his pride has him trying to untangle himself first, though.
]
triskeles: < needs credit > (☽ Tʜɪs ɪs ᴛʜє σɴʟʏ ᴡαʏ)

For some deranged reason.

[personal profile] triskeles 2013-07-20 12:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ He's stuck in fucking branches because he deserved it, to be fair.

Derek expects him to launch at him at some point, but the form does take him by surprise where the sudden attack does not. There's enough momentum to knock him unsteady, and enough-- strange as it is-- trust to keep the faoladh from lashing out at the puka. He tumbles and rolls with him, mouth opened and teeth bared but so far from being displayed aggressively, as he takes the brunt of the initial impact.
]
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Consider them questioned.

[personal profile] triskeles 2013-07-25 10:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ And he does get a kick out of it. Derek hasn't seen another faoladh in years, not since he lost his family, so the fact that the puka takes on a similar form is actually a little thrilling. While he's seen other wolves, they keep away from him.

But Stiles never stays away, and a part of him hopes that doesn't change.

Jaws opening wide, he presses his sharp teeth against the smaller wolf's muzzle, though never truly bites. There's no intention to draw blood, not anymore, and he's more or less simply encouraging the playfighting. Especially as Stiles wiggles under him, not quite pressing his full weight down but just enough to keep him still for the time being.
]

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