text to various

[killingtodeath]

[text sent to Lydia Marin, Adam Weiss, Lila Zacharov, Francesca, and Abigail Hobbs]

THERE IS A TALKING RACCOON IN THE CASTLE.

[text sent to Vi]

Sorry. Also what the actual fuck is going on and why did you bring home a raccoon??

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[killingtodeath]

No, a semi-automatic tape dispenser.

Yes a gun.

It's fine. There were like 800 knights on this mission apparently.

[immuno]

Shut up.

Wait. Andres? That's where Sir Bancroft was being held. The Dragon's Claw. No wonder he sent so many Knights.

[ nat 20 wisdom check to remember that drama ??? ]

[killingtodeath]

Well unless he got turned into a raccoon, I don't think that mission worked out well for them.

[immuno]

I can't imagine why it would have. Hasn't anyone told you about Dimitris Sarandis?

[killingtodeath]

Not really. That name sounds evil as hell though.

[immuno]

He's the dictator of Andres Isle. It's like a no-fly zone for basic Shadowkind rights.

[killingtodeath]

Torture town, right? Where those knights ended up kidnapped? The whole doppelganger thing?

[He listens!!!

Sometimes]

[immuno]

That's the one.

Are you still with them?

[killingtodeath]

No they went to go talk to Wynn. Why?

[immuno]

I was hoping you could find out more about what happened. Too late now.

[killingtodeath]

I told Vi to text me when she got done.

[He knows people, okay.]

[immuno]

Let me know what she says.

[killingtodeath]

Anything in particular you want to know?

[So he doesn't not ask something and look like an idiot again oops.]

[immuno]

How about why they returned from a rescue mission with a raccoon instead of Sir Bancroft?

[killingtodeath]

Definitely a good opener.

I guess I just meant anything less obvious.

[immuno]

I won't know until I get an answer to the obvious, will I?

[killingtodeath]

I'll come by your room later when I know more?

[Is that a thing? Can it be a thing?]

[immuno]

Because you mysteriously lost the ability to operate FaceTime?

[ She may or may not be onto him. Despite her frysquint, she follows it up with: ]

Third from the entrance on the West side.

[killingtodeath]

[SOME TIME LATER... There's a knock on Lydia's door

Presuming she opens it, she'd find Stiles looking very deflated. He's got a lot to think about, a lot to worry about. But he told Lydia that he would fill her in, and there's a certain level of comfort in the familiarity of coming to her to talk out a problem.]

[immuno]

[ When she opens the door, she starts out brusque and prepared to be huffy. The moment she spots him, though, her demeanor shifts into something softer, searching. ]

... Stiles?

[ She doesn't find more prying questions because she's too startled by his disposition. ]

[killingtodeath]

Hey. [He tries to lift his mouth into a smile of greeting but can't muster it. Instead, he just wipes a hand roughly over his mouth.]

Can I-? [he gestures to see if she's okay with him coming in.]

[immuno]

Yeah.

[ She blinks suddenly, jarred from her surprise, and steps aside to pull the door open. Her room has been personalized as effectively as possible, the walls painted a vibrant magenta color, and the whole room decorated with the swirls and color accents one might expect of Lydia. There's a chair by her vanity.

It's Lydia, though, so she won't needle him to talk about it. She'll just fire off a quick text brb stiles here ?? text to Allison since they'd been talking, and wait for Stiles to get around to it in his own way. ]

[killingtodeath]

[he takes the chair by her vanity, sinking into it like he's exhausted. And he feels like he is. It hasn't been that long since he stopped texting Lydia. Maybe an hour? But it's all changed since then, hasn't it?]

So- [He's doubled over in the chair, elbows on his knees, hands roughly combing through his hair as he tries to figure out a way to start.] Apparently one of the knights didn't make it back. She's still on the island. I don't really- I don't know what happened. Vi didn't want to get into the details.

[immuno]

[ Lydia lets the door swing shut, turning toward him and pacing slightly across the room, lacing her fingers together and allowing her brow to knit together. After a moment of shuffling, she settles on the bed. There's no good way to ask. ]

Still on the island, but not ... ?

[ Dead? ]

[killingtodeath]

I don't think so. I would hope Vi would have told me that much. Wynn's going to send people back. A lot of people.

[He sits up a little straighter, finally looking at her.]

We're going to war.

[/dramatic cut to title sequence]