STILES STILINSKI
Human
Posts: 386
Age:
22
Occupation:
Student at FBI Academy
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Lydia Martin
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Jul 21, 2024 18:10:02 GMT
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Post by STILES STILINSKI on Jun 16, 2020 18:21:26 GMT
There’d been maybe a little too much hope there when he’d thought that maybe Kira’s mom would come through on the truth about fox tails about being able to fly, a little too much serious. As Lydia laughed and cut that hope off at the knees Stiles pouted, draping both wrists over the wheel for a moment. ”Way to get my hopes up,” he said dryly. His lips curled as she started to smirk though, knowing that the chances of computer games being as real as every other bit of craziness they were dealing with was ludicrous. ”If he was, she’d kick his ass. She’s pretty bad ass,” Stiles drawled. Willing to own up to her mistakes too and take them on first, even when they were evil nogitsune assholes she’d called up in the first place. Stiles went to lift his hand to scratch at the back of his head at the thought but then Lydia’s hand was on his shoulder and the moment of unease melted away at the comfort.
He hoped he was gonna be able to do the same once he got her through the obstacle course he’d set up out here. Chances were that Lydia was going to scream in a very non-banshee way at some point and demand that he get her home. The woods had never really been her place but she was trusting him, letting him take her hand and start to lead her through the woods. Cool fingers against his own, that feeling starting in the pit of his stomach again before the mannequin he’d rigged up swung across the path and nearly hit Lydia. No scream, no weapon brought into play that honestly would’ve driven him to his knees with his skull ringing and ear drums popping most likely. Looking sheepish Stiles took a step forward, hands out held to her not in surrender but in an offer to help her back on the path. ”How about if I offer to kiss it better?” he asked, internally wincing at his words. He raised his brows, letting his hands hover close to her as he tried to look at any bare skin to check she really was OK. ”Seems like the least I could do for … that.” He grimaced, watching as the mannequin stopped swinging and slowly toppled of its rope into the brush. Obstacle one, total failure.
Trying to explain was probably only going to dig him deeper but he tried all the same, explaining what he’d found online in regards to the scream that could be used to kick ass just as well as it could be to herald a death. Stiles went to pat himself down with one hand, looking for the print out he’d made but nothing crinkled in his pockets. His expression softened a little as she assured him she wasn’t hurt … really. He’d still want to check for himself when they were done, maybe not kissing the boo boos better, he had a feeling that might earn him a smack instead. Stiles grimaced faintly, glancing up the trail ahead of them. ”There’s a couple more duck and covers up there. I’ll disable them before we get there, I swear. What’s gotten you to the point of that kinda emotion before? I mean, other than bodies and the usual ‘I’m here to kill you stuff’?” If it had been him a glimpse of the nogitsune would’ve done it, bandages covering a burned face, that laugh that still woke him out of his dreams sometimes. Forget the Hales, forget the Alpha back, you could even forget Derek’s former darach girlfriend and her determination to kill his dad, Mr. Argent and Scott’s mom. The nogitsune every damn time.
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LYDIA MARTIN
Banshee
Posts: 124
Age:
Twenty Three
Occupation:
Teaching Assistant
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Stiles Stilinski
Played by:
Lissa
Last seen Nov 24, 2024 21:38:39 GMT
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Post by LYDIA MARTIN on Aug 1, 2020 9:59:31 GMT
| As they drove to the woods Lydia couldn’t help but be curious at what Stiles had in mind for this little outing. He went on to say that he had been in research mode. Trying to figure out more about what she was. Even today she had yet to meet another banshee… Convinced herself at this point they were few and far between. Somehow, they had drifted into a conversation about Super Mario and Kira’s mother. She nodded after a few moments and felt like she should do him a kindness, burst the bubble and tell him Bowser wasn’t real, ” Felt I should tell you now before reality catches up…” Lydia told him. Though she knew at this point they were merely joking. At his next words she actually laughed, ” I’d have to agree with you there. She is one woman I would never want to cross.” Lydia said aloud.
Undoubtedly talking about Kira’s mother bought up bad memories for him. It had been over a year ago though what he and Allison went through. Lydia believed that such things never truly left you. Still came back to haunt you ever once in a while. She didn’t mention it just in case she was wrong.
Eventually they started climbing through the trails and Lydia had to wonder what exactly Stiles had set up in these woods. When Stiles broke off from her, she heard a crack and suddenly a mannequin falling down from the tree. She didn’t exactly have a lot of time to react bar leaping out of the way and colliding with a nearby tree in the process. Once the mannequin was slowing the pair got up from their duck and cover positions. He asked if she was ok and she assured him that she was. Probably get a bruise but otherwise she was sure she was fine.
The next words that came out of his mouth weren’t really surprising, but they did cause her to stop breathing for a moment as she flicked her green eyes to him. She was almost waiting though all he did was hover his hands over her skin. Finding her voice again she spoke, ” You didn’t ask permission last time…” Lydia reminded him, ” But really I am ok…” She told him as he gestured to the mannequin as it fell down from the rope and landed in the brush.
Lydia nodded when he said that he would disarm the rest of the traps that he set up that were duck and cover. He went on to ask what it was that bought out her scream. Other than bodies and screaming to mark death. There was always underlying emotion of sheer terror when she came across the bodies. Particularly when she didn’t remember how she would get to them, ” Sheer terror? Fear?” Lydia smiled a little shrugging her shoulders. Things falling for her didn’t want to make her scream it made her want to get out of the way before it pummelled her.
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STILES STILINSKI
Human
Posts: 386
Age:
22
Occupation:
Student at FBI Academy
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Lydia Martin
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Jul 21, 2024 18:10:02 GMT
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Post by STILES STILINSKI on Aug 18, 2020 18:29:17 GMT
Maybe he should’ve brought Mrs. Yukimura out here to plan this. He should’ve known back in Roscoe when Lydia was letting him down easy about his imagined image of Kira’s mom as Super Mario flying through the world with her tail spinning that his own imagination when it came to this sort of thing was seriously stunted. Stiles listened to the mannequin swinging back and forth between the trees, slowing its arc and grimaced. Honestly, he’d thought maybe this would trigger Lydia’s supposed abilities in an instant, that instinct to protect herself kicking in and blasting that plastic body to pieces like some sort of laser gun. Of course it hadn’t, he’d let his imagination carry him away into the realms of ridiculousness. Fear was what supposedly triggered it, those bone deep emotions that stripped all control away from somebody. Dodging speeding mannequins definitely didn’t bring that on for most.
It hadn’t for Lydia’s he’d realised as tried to help her back up on the path. He was full on sheepish about it as he stood there, that wince working its way onto his face even as he held his hands there like they were an x-ray machine about to reveal the damage he’d done to her with his little trick. Stiles tried to fumble his way through an apology but the minute the words about kissing her bruises better were out of his mouth he was wincing … then gawping. He swallowed hard, his gaze dropping to her mouth for a moment as he shrugged. ”Kinda didn’t seem like there was time then,” he admitted, it was a weak excuse. The timing had sucked, the reason for needing to kiss her sucking more, but he had wanted to do it and he sure as hell wanted to do it again. The mannequin chose that moment to crash down into the brush though. Stiles lifted his arms to cover his head, groaning out a laugh. This had been a seriously bad idea.
If he’d hurt Lydia in the end he’d have been kicking himself all the way back to town, then steeling himself for the ass kicking everybody else would’ve been giving him for this. The plan to have this snowball the entire way up the trail had him grimacing again. There’d been three more traps before the top. Each he could send tumbling by cutting the trip wires he’d set up. He paled a little as he looked back at Lydia, she was smiling at her answer but it made the pit of his stomach ache. ”That I don’t think I’m gonna pull off up here,” he admitted with a sigh. ”I’m starting to think that this was a really shitty idea. They were talking online like anger or frustration would do it too.” Those were emotions he could usually wring out of anybody, including Lydia. Not today though, obviously.
Stiles dragged a hand down his face as he dropped his arms. He glanced up the trail again and then back at Lydia. Maybe he should just pull the plug on the whole thing. He could talk to Mr. Argent maybe, or Kira’s mom, see if either one of them had a clue on how to do this properly. ”Do you wanna keep trying or … do you wanna head back to town? Maybe we could get some dinner somewhere.” Somewhere without mosquitoes and flying mannequins. Somewhere he could ignore what he’d done up here. Stiles took a step back down the trail, waiting for Lydia’s immediate hell yes. It wasn’t like she’d jumped with joy at the idea of heading up here with him today anyway.
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LYDIA MARTIN
Banshee
Posts: 124
Age:
Twenty Three
Occupation:
Teaching Assistant
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Stiles Stilinski
Played by:
Lissa
Last seen Nov 24, 2024 21:38:39 GMT
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Post by LYDIA MARTIN on Nov 13, 2020 11:57:42 GMT
| Lydia in truth didn’t know what to expect when she began climbing through the woods with Stiles. The last thing she expected was a giant falling mannequin speeding straight toward her. Clearly one of the traps Stiles had set up as he was conveniently already out of the way. With seconds to decide Lydia ducked and dove off to the side, as she did her arm crashed into the tree, but she avoided being crushed by a falling plastic.
When the mannequin had stopped swinging dangerously. She stepped away from where she had fallen and given him a hard time for it. Realising he was doing that all on his own, she stopped. When he offered to kiss it better, she thought time actually stood still for a few seconds. When she found her voice again, she challenged him saying last time he didn’t ask for permission. When he said back there hadn’t been time for it then, ” No… there wasn’t…” Lydia agreed and ultimately was left waiting when the mannequin chose that moment to unravel from its rope and crash down into the bushes, ” I dread to think what else you have planned through this trek.” Lydia commented after the mannequin fell.
Stiles asked her what usually bought out her scream. Well it typically happened around dead bodies… so usually it was fed by fear or sheer terror at being led to the freshly dead. Though there had been a time when she screamed for something different. The whispers or voices in her head had been too loud and she screamed for silence, to drown out the noise. It could do different things, but it seemed to present when it wanted to. When Stiles gave her the choice of getting out of here, she usually would have jumped at the chance, ” Don’t worry about it. It will happen in its own time.” Lydia explained. If there was one thing, she learned about this whole thing was that it certainly did work that way.
When he offered to bail on the woods inside there was nothing that she wanted more than to get the hell out of here… especially if she had more falling mannequins to avoid, ”You put a lot of effort into this. But I don’t know if it will work as you want it to…” Lydia answered honestly, ” I’m sure it will happen eventually. I’ve only been this for a short while in comparison. Maybe its just not time…” Lydia shrugged, ” Lets get something to eat…”
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STILES STILINSKI
Human
Posts: 386
Age:
22
Occupation:
Student at FBI Academy
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Lydia Martin
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Jul 21, 2024 18:10:02 GMT
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Post by STILES STILINSKI on Dec 21, 2020 19:53:57 GMT
If anybody should’ve been able to plan this banshee induced obstacle course it was him. Standing at the side of the trail Stiles was inwardly cringing though. He’d helped Scott get a hold of his abilities with the aid of a heartbeat monitor and a bag of lacrosse balls. Some part of him had relished it too for the dick Scott had been when Peter had first turned him. Alright, maybe Derek’s lessons had more of an effect than the pelting he’d given him now he thought about it but still … there’d been a vital part of the patented Stilinski smarts in it all.
Just … not in this.
Chagrin had coloured his cheeks, left him wincing over the entire thing until Lydia started dropping little reminders of how he’d been the last time he’d kissed her. He hadn’t asked permission. Hey, neither had she when he’d been freaking the hell out back in Beacon Hills and he’d felt her fingers cool on his cheeks and her lips capturing his. It had stopped him dead in his tracks then, the panic attack that had sent his heartbeat into the stratosphere switched off like a light. It had been close to that when Lydia had come to his door, exhausted, on the brink of something similar herself. A favour returned that, God, he wanted to repeat now. Stiles swallowed hard, his throat dry as he shifted a few inches towards her. Maybe if the damn mannequin hadn’t chosen that moment to crash down out of the tree, he might’ve done it. ”You … probably don’t wanna know,” he admitted hoarsely. Brown eyes drifted up the trail, the internal wincing growing stronger. He’d definitely screwed this one up.
Maybe there was still a way of salvaging it. A slim chance that had him sighing as he dropped his arms away from his head and let them hang at his sides. He let out a sigh as he looked back at her, the colour having drained from his face slightly as he step back down the trail towards her. ”And that’s kinda what I’m worried about,” he admitted. ”We don’t know what’s gonna hit us before it strikes again.” They never knew, because the world was a scary ass place and somehow they’d ended up neck deep in all of this. Maybe it had been his fault for dragging Scott out into the woods that night and giving Peter the opportunity to strike, maybe with their luck it had just been inevitable from the start.
Stiles lifted a hand, dragging it down over his face. Bailing from this definitely seemed like a better and better idea. If the Sheriff’s people or anybody else ended up stumbling over this stuff the worst they’d get was some kind of jump scare. Tomorrow he’d head back up here after school, strip the whole lot out. ”Yeah,” he breathed. Casting one last look up the trail he turned back to her, winding his arm around her shoulders as he began to pick his way back down the trail. ”Something’ll hit eventually.” And fingers crossed they’d manage to handle it the way they had done before. Brown eyes narrowed, his smile finally breaking back through as he looked down at her. ”Diner or the Grill?” Like they were the only two options in town. He could grab something for his dad on the way out after too, make sure he didn’t have any of the other officers slipping him something akin to a heart attack on a plate while he was gone.
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