You wolf magnet you Stiles. :PlockwolfOctober 27 2013, 02:00:02 UTC
Tyler was heading out for a run, a bag with extra clothes slung over his shoulder. He stopped when he heard a confused voice, must be a new arrival. He saw the kid come out of the cemetery and raised a brow.
"Let me guess. You were somewhere else, and just found yourself here?"
Having heard rumor that there was a cemetery that produced gravestones from different realities at will, Haytham had decided to take a walk, down the street and behind the church where the cemetery resided, hoping that maybe something from home, no matter how macabre, had followed him here to this infuriating place.
Wearing his usual outfit and garnering quite a few odd looks for his trouble (but he was hardly going to change for this place), fully intent on the cemetery which was less than a half a dozen yards away, Haytham paused at the sight of a boy stumbling along looking as if he had just seen a ghost (something he wouldn't put past the young man given where he had just been.)
Watching calmly as the boy tripped and went down face first into the soft grass of the church grounds, Haytham clasped his hands behind his back and walked over. Standing over the boy, he looked down his nose at him with the usual self-importance, accented voice chipper.
"Seen a ghost? Or have you perhaps simply left your wits in the cemetery?"
Stiles groans and rolls onto his back, likely acting much more in pain than he actually was. He was a bit over-dramatic sometimes.
"Not exactly." But, he does have some dirt on his face from the fall and he sits up. "I woke up in the cemetery and freaked because 1) I don't know where I am and 2) I definitely didn't fall asleep in a cemetery."
Haytham watched impassively as the boy groaned and carried on, waiting calmly until the little tantrum had subsided, though making no move to help him to his feet.
"While I hate to be the bearer of bad news, your untimely arrival makes it appear that you've fallen into the same magical predicament as everyone here." A slight pause, looking around briefly. "Unfortunately, none of us can leave until we learn a lesson which remains undisclosed."
"A lesson?" That caught his attention and he finally went to stand up on two feet again. "Wait, where am I exactly? Does everyone here dress and sound like you?" Maybe he'd traveled back in time somehow. So far, that seemed to be the only reasonable explanation.
"This would have been so much cooler if I had a DeLorean." He mumbled while he rubbed his forehead where it'd hit the ground.
Glinda had come for her weekly trip to drop off flowers at both Nessa's and Elphaba's graves. Even though Elphaba was very much alive, and waiting in their room, blissfully unaware that her wife was out here. She prefered to keep it that way.
What she hadn't expected was to see the young man running away at full speed. Glinda formed her bubble quickly, flying after him.
"Wait, wait! I didn't mean to scare you!" Glinda called after him, before landing a little in front of him, "I'm sorry, I didn't know anyone would be in there at this hour. Are you OK?" Glinda asked, worriedly.
Well, this was a very vivid dream. He'd never had some lady in a bubble chasing after him before- of course then she kind of cornered him (or so he felt like she did) though she made it sound like she didn't plan on hurting him.
"I woke up here. And I, uh, don't know where here is." Yeah, and the last time people were waking up in strange places they were either werewolves or Lydia finding dead bodies.
"Oh, dear. This village has a very rude way of introducing itself. My apologies. I'm Glinda, and you're now in Haurvatat." She said, as stating fact, "It's a village that seems to exsist in a reality of it's own."
Stiles looks around, obviously feeling a little confused still. Okay, so stranger things had happened, and he has been in another sort of reality before when he, Scott, and Allison 'sacrificed' themselves to save their parents.
"My name's Stiles. So, people just show up here often?"
i'm sorry, i was gone all weekend but omg STILES! XDan_openwoundOctober 28 2013, 17:33:20 UTC
Scott was feeling restless. It had been bad over the full moon but he knew now that it was simply because he was trapped in a magical village. By himself. There was no talking to his mom or calling Stiles...or even going to school with his friends.
He did the same thing over and over which seemed dull after all the crazy things that had happened to him since he had gotten bit.
Sighing, he found himself missing Stiles more than usual as he went out for his usual walk. He was near the cemetery when he heard the commotion then, frowning as he turned to look around, searching for and finally spotting the kid running as though his life was depending on it. A familiar...
"Stiles?!" It was almost too much to hope for but that didn't stop him from running towards him.
IT'S ALL GOOD! :) <3sarcasticstilesOctober 28 2013, 18:12:36 UTC
As soon as he heard his friends voice, he turned his head but didn't stop himself from running--- smack dab into a tree.
"Ow, damnit! SCOTT?!" He pulled himself together pretty quickly, well physically anyway. Mentally, he was totally freaking out. "What the hell is going on here? I think someone's controlling me. I'm not supposed to wake up in strange places- especially cemeteries, that's Lydia's job-"
Stiles would have to deal with not getting a straight answer for at least a moment as Scott reached him and quickly yanked him into a tight hug. "Holy crap, you're here. You're actually here."
"Where?" Not that he minded the hug- and of course Stiles hugged back, but those were usually reserved for after scoring goals or defeating a baddie. "Dude, I saw you yesterday. Literally 10 hours ago, maybe less." Probably less, or else they'd talked through text since then.
Michael's need for sleep had faded in recent weeks - maybe the transformation was ongoing. Being in a graveyard was a little corny, but amusing on some level.
He smelled the kid before seeing him - something else that still unsettled the hybrid a little.
Michael was zeroing in on him when the figure abruptly stood up and started running.
Not wanting the poor guy to crack his skull open on a headstone, Michael was abruptly in his path, hands steadying the younger man.
"Shouldn't be running around like that - you'll get hurt."
[ooc: How could any supernatural resist the lure of Stiles? *g*]
Stiles stood where he was let go, though he did take a few steps back from the guy and looked around, then at him, trying to catch his breath. "Uh- wow, yeah. I mean, basically."
[[Yes! Lol I can so see that happening! Also, only in the one icon did your guy look anything like Peter oops... and here I thought you were using Ian Bohen as your PB. Sorry, I don't know Underworld all that well! :/ It was the nose that threw me off for a split second.]]
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"Let me guess. You were somewhere else, and just found yourself here?"
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He looked around, eyes wide. "Yeah, you know, that's exactly what happened actually."
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Tyler, was so not the welcoming committee type. That was like saying Derek Hale was. Yet here he found himself.
"You are in Haurvatat. No one knows where exactly it is, we are just here. Supposed to learn some sort of lesson or some bullshit."
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Wearing his usual outfit and garnering quite a few odd looks for his trouble (but he was hardly going to change for this place), fully intent on the cemetery which was less than a half a dozen yards away, Haytham paused at the sight of a boy stumbling along looking as if he had just seen a ghost (something he wouldn't put past the young man given where he had just been.)
Watching calmly as the boy tripped and went down face first into the soft grass of the church grounds, Haytham clasped his hands behind his back and walked over. Standing over the boy, he looked down his nose at him with the usual self-importance, accented voice chipper.
"Seen a ghost? Or have you perhaps simply left your wits in the cemetery?"
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"Not exactly." But, he does have some dirt on his face from the fall and he sits up. "I woke up in the cemetery and freaked because 1) I don't know where I am and 2) I definitely didn't fall asleep in a cemetery."
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"While I hate to be the bearer of bad news, your untimely arrival makes it appear that you've fallen into the same magical predicament as everyone here." A slight pause, looking around briefly. "Unfortunately, none of us can leave until we learn a lesson which remains undisclosed."
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"This would have been so much cooler if I had a DeLorean." He mumbled while he rubbed his forehead where it'd hit the ground.
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What she hadn't expected was to see the young man running away at full speed. Glinda formed her bubble quickly, flying after him.
"Wait, wait! I didn't mean to scare you!" Glinda called after him, before landing a little in front of him, "I'm sorry, I didn't know anyone would be in there at this hour. Are you OK?" Glinda asked, worriedly.
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"I woke up here. And I, uh, don't know where here is." Yeah, and the last time people were waking up in strange places they were either werewolves or Lydia finding dead bodies.
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"My name's Stiles. So, people just show up here often?"
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He did the same thing over and over which seemed dull after all the crazy things that had happened to him since he had gotten bit.
Sighing, he found himself missing Stiles more than usual as he went out for his usual walk. He was near the cemetery when he heard the commotion then, frowning as he turned to look around, searching for and finally spotting the kid running as though his life was depending on it. A familiar...
"Stiles?!" It was almost too much to hope for but that didn't stop him from running towards him.
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"Ow, damnit! SCOTT?!" He pulled himself together pretty quickly, well physically anyway. Mentally, he was totally freaking out. "What the hell is going on here? I think someone's controlling me. I'm not supposed to wake up in strange places- especially cemeteries, that's Lydia's job-"
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He smelled the kid before seeing him - something else that still unsettled the hybrid a little.
Michael was zeroing in on him when the figure abruptly stood up and started running.
Not wanting the poor guy to crack his skull open on a headstone, Michael was abruptly in his path, hands steadying the younger man.
"Shouldn't be running around like that - you'll get hurt."
[ooc: How could any supernatural resist the lure of Stiles? *g*]
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Stiles looked scared to death, still. Who did this guy think he was, freaking him out like that?
"Um... where am I?"
[[Haha and one that looks a bit like Peter Hale at that! ;) ]]
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"Relax, kid - I'm not going to hurt you. Let me guess, you were somewhere else and then suddenly you were here?"
[ooc: Makes me wish there were a Xander Harris in town - I can just imagine the two of theme running madly, being chased by a crowd of monsters.]
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[[Yes! Lol I can so see that happening! Also, only in the one icon did your guy look anything like Peter oops... and here I thought you were using Ian Bohen as your PB. Sorry, I don't know Underworld all that well! :/ It was the nose that threw me off for a split second.]]
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