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[ Being brought to the shatterdome located in Los Angeles was kind of like a dream come true for Stiles Stilinski. After the loss of his mother and his hometown, his father had gained a job with the military police force of the major city, and while he'd told Stiles not to even think about getting involved, he'd sent in his college thesis to the R&D department; namely, his work in kaiju blood and the possibilities of finding a cure through, you know, hair of the dog that bit you.
So that was how he found himself here, walking into the shatterdome and craning his head up to stare at the jaegers as he walked by. These are the kind of things that he and Scott used to talk about piloting together, but Scott had found his calling working in the big cities in the middle of the country with his mom. Stiles missed him more than pretty much everything in the world, but he and his father had been the one to fund the McCalls moving away from California, to keep them safe.
At the moment, he's standing in the main room with his cellphone out, taking a picture of an old, famous jaeger; Loup Garou, piloted by two of Beacon Hills' finest before a terrible battle had left the female pilot dead and the mech damaged. It was slowly being repaired, though, set to be sent out in a couple days, once they found a partner for the last remaining pilot, Derek Hale himself.
Stiles cranes his head back and snaps a picture. Scott would be shitting himself right now. ]
So that was how he found himself here, walking into the shatterdome and craning his head up to stare at the jaegers as he walked by. These are the kind of things that he and Scott used to talk about piloting together, but Scott had found his calling working in the big cities in the middle of the country with his mom. Stiles missed him more than pretty much everything in the world, but he and his father had been the one to fund the McCalls moving away from California, to keep them safe.
At the moment, he's standing in the main room with his cellphone out, taking a picture of an old, famous jaeger; Loup Garou, piloted by two of Beacon Hills' finest before a terrible battle had left the female pilot dead and the mech damaged. It was slowly being repaired, though, set to be sent out in a couple days, once they found a partner for the last remaining pilot, Derek Hale himself.
Stiles cranes his head back and snaps a picture. Scott would be shitting himself right now. ]
[ All anyone in the shatterdome's been able to talk about for the past two days is the recommissioning of Loup Garou. It's old but not ancient, newly redesigned with a nuclear analogue core, more clips for her plasma cannons, and a more intuitive master control panel, after the destruction from her last battle had completely destroyed her left side. Stiles knew all this by heart; from tailing John and bothering him for information, Stiles has been watching the Loup Garou program like a hawk since his first day here. At the moment, he's heading over with his "supervisor" (if you could actually call John a supervising figure) to watch Derek throw down with his potential candidates. The rules were simple; four taps, and you win.
He and John have secured a spot behind a couple of crates on the other side of the field, where their marshal is currently waiting, and a tuft of dark hair peeks out over the top as Stiles stares at the fights about to happen. ] These guys are all handpicked to fight along that guy? He's like a freakin' tank.
He and John have secured a spot behind a couple of crates on the other side of the field, where their marshal is currently waiting, and a tuft of dark hair peeks out over the top as Stiles stares at the fights about to happen. ] These guys are all handpicked to fight along that guy? He's like a freakin' tank.
Edited 2013-08-09 06:36 (UTC)
[ John Cheese-- an alias if there ever was one-- wasn't exactly the head of the program in the LA shatterdome, but for some reason he was the one that wound up getting his hands on everything. Probably because he got his nose into everything, and, despite his general mannerisms befitting the R&D department, everybody was especially fond of him in some way. Charisma or something, he didn't really care. He was just John, that was his thing.
But there was one bit of information that was sent in to their particular corner of the coast that had his interest pique, and he poured over the thesis from the moment that he'd seen the cover page. Which led to him issuing a request to please please please bring the college kid into the program, because he wanted to see what he could do with an actual lab at his disposal and not a slowly deteriorating college campus lab with limited funding.
He makes his way in a flurry of movement, dressed so casually he would blend in on the street instead of in the military compound, eyes scanning the Jaeger bay. When he first arrived, it'd been his initial destination, too-- sending pictures to Dave and Amy, over in Ohio where he'd sent them.
He looks at the picture he's paperclipped to his papers, looks around again, and then grins something wide as he makes his way over towards Stiles. ]
Stilinski!
But there was one bit of information that was sent in to their particular corner of the coast that had his interest pique, and he poured over the thesis from the moment that he'd seen the cover page. Which led to him issuing a request to please please please bring the college kid into the program, because he wanted to see what he could do with an actual lab at his disposal and not a slowly deteriorating college campus lab with limited funding.
He makes his way in a flurry of movement, dressed so casually he would blend in on the street instead of in the military compound, eyes scanning the Jaeger bay. When he first arrived, it'd been his initial destination, too-- sending pictures to Dave and Amy, over in Ohio where he'd sent them.
He looks at the picture he's paperclipped to his papers, looks around again, and then grins something wide as he makes his way over towards Stiles. ]
Stilinski!
It's funny, because he didn't used to be that big. He gained like, eighty, hundred pounds in muscle mass after... [ John waves a hand from where he's positioned much like Stiles is, peering over the crate and drumming his fingers on the top of it. Derek Hale, he remembers, used to smile and laugh a lot. Especially around his sisters-- the lovely and hilarious and quite charming Laura of the military police, and the feisty fireball budding engineer Cora-- and his copilot, his high school sweetheart. But after losing her in the battle with a Knifehead, well...
He got imposing. And reclusive. And abrasive. Not that any of those things stop John from talking to him, but he's been an almost-in-law for ages now. He sort of has an in with the Hales.
He audibly winces with a hiss as Derek knocks his first contender flat on their face with a well-placed strike between the shoulders when they attempt to go for his ribs, pole staff tapping the crown of their head. ]
He got imposing. And reclusive. And abrasive. Not that any of those things stop John from talking to him, but he's been an almost-in-law for ages now. He sort of has an in with the Hales.
He audibly winces with a hiss as Derek knocks his first contender flat on their face with a well-placed strike between the shoulders when they attempt to go for his ribs, pole staff tapping the crown of their head. ]
[ Stiles jumps when somebody calls his name, and he turns to see...not exactly who he was expecting. That had to be John, which meant John wasn't military brass like his dad, and drew his attention like a beacon, someone kind of normal in this place full of dress uniforms and plugsuits.
Nearly dropping his phone at the startle, though, Stiles just manages to hit send and tucks it into his pocket, trying to make himself look sort of official. Honestly, it didn't really work; he was wearing a superman t-shirt and a plaid shirt that looked sort of clean, and his hair was probably even more of a bird's nest than usual, but whatever, Stiles was going to stand up straight anyway. ]
Uh--yeah, the one and only. [ And reflexively, he adds: ] Call me Stiles. [ Because if he had to listen to one more military person call him by his real name he was going to explode. ] You must be Mr. Cheese. [ And yeah, okay, he sure does grin at that. Lol mister Cheese. ]
Nearly dropping his phone at the startle, though, Stiles just manages to hit send and tucks it into his pocket, trying to make himself look sort of official. Honestly, it didn't really work; he was wearing a superman t-shirt and a plaid shirt that looked sort of clean, and his hair was probably even more of a bird's nest than usual, but whatever, Stiles was going to stand up straight anyway. ]
Uh--yeah, the one and only. [ And reflexively, he adds: ] Call me Stiles. [ Because if he had to listen to one more military person call him by his real name he was going to explode. ] You must be Mr. Cheese. [ And yeah, okay, he sure does grin at that. Lol mister Cheese. ]
........god that fucking sounds like a pokemon i hate everything
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2013-08-09 07:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ That looked like it hurt. Stiles winces a little in sympathy for the poor dude, and tries to focus on what John said instead. He can remember the incident; remembers the little vigil they'd had in Beacon Hills for the girl'd passed away. And if he imagines Derek Hale, he thinks of the teenager he'd seen on TV in interviews, quiet but still charming, a hometown hero at his finest, not quite the man-slash-tank currently earning three points in rapid fire succession and sending the first recruit crying home to mommy.
If you heard a quiet giggle from somewhere in the back, that would have been the hilarious and quite charming Laura, who may have noticed John's oh so clever hiding place, and wiggled her fingers in his direction. Hay boo. ]
Jesus, I wouldn't wanna be that guy. [ Meanwhile, Stiles rests his elbow on the crate and watches the next guy come up. ] So all of these dudes were handpicked to try and go up against Hale, right? [ After a third goes down, he wrinkles his nose. ] Why do they all blow?
If you heard a quiet giggle from somewhere in the back, that would have been the hilarious and quite charming Laura, who may have noticed John's oh so clever hiding place, and wiggled her fingers in his direction. Hay boo. ]
Jesus, I wouldn't wanna be that guy. [ Meanwhile, Stiles rests his elbow on the crate and watches the next guy come up. ] So all of these dudes were handpicked to try and go up against Hale, right? [ After a third goes down, he wrinkles his nose. ] Why do they all blow?
[ John cackles a little as Stiles jumps and fumbles, slipping his clipboard under an arm before extending his hand towards him. His shoulders are relaxed, and his expression is amusedly crooked rather than anything militaristic. He's not even a doctor, though somehow he's gotten himself planted in the PPDC rather firmly, and he's perfectly fine with that. ]
Just John is fine, Stiles. You'll find some of the docs here are anal as hell about getting addressed right, but I'm just a volunteer that climbed the totem pole.
[ He pauses almost thoughtfully for a second, tilting his head and pursing his lips before the grin is back in full force. Overall, his hair is just as untidy, there's a pair of hipster-esque glasses dangling from his shirt collar, and, well. He's sporting a graphic tee of his own, though there's a cartoonish series of Jaegers doing the robot across the chest (Garou included). ]
The brass, too, but figure you already knew that one.
Just John is fine, Stiles. You'll find some of the docs here are anal as hell about getting addressed right, but I'm just a volunteer that climbed the totem pole.
[ He pauses almost thoughtfully for a second, tilting his head and pursing his lips before the grin is back in full force. Overall, his hair is just as untidy, there's a pair of hipster-esque glasses dangling from his shirt collar, and, well. He's sporting a graphic tee of his own, though there's a cartoonish series of Jaegers doing the robot across the chest (Garou included). ]
The brass, too, but figure you already knew that one.
[ He rolls his eyes when he laughs at him, but it's at least fondly, like he's pretty much used to people making fun of him on a day to day basis (he is), and reaches out to shake his hand, strong like his dad. ] John, right. I was gonna say, dude, you looked like you walked off Stanford with the rest of us.
[ College campus life. Any nerves he had fade away pretty much instantly, and Stiles jams his hands in his pockets, looking around at the jaegers. ]
Military family, man. I know brass. [ Although his dad'd never really been anal about his title when he'd been in the military. He did always love when his mom called him Sheriff, though. Pushing that depressing thought away, Stiles bounces a little on his heels, clearly kind of eager to see that lab. ] What's on the itinerary? Please don't say another frickin' safety video.
[ College campus life. Any nerves he had fade away pretty much instantly, and Stiles jams his hands in his pockets, looking around at the jaegers. ]
Military family, man. I know brass. [ Although his dad'd never really been anal about his title when he'd been in the military. He did always love when his mom called him Sheriff, though. Pushing that depressing thought away, Stiles bounces a little on his heels, clearly kind of eager to see that lab. ] What's on the itinerary? Please don't say another frickin' safety video.
[ As one of the youngest Jaeger rangers, Derek had been a superstar for the whole nation, really. And Beacon Hills was proud to call him theirs, even after Paige's death. But John remembers the quiet that fell over the Hales, nevermind the fucking agony that came with the fire of the Hale home somewhere amongst all the already existing tragedy.
So the fact that Derek is doing this at all is shocking, to say the least. He can only imagine how much baggage he'd carry with him into the drift.
Laura's laugh is like a homing beacon-- it was how they met, so of course he'd catch it-- and John grins wide at her, making a smoochy face before he raises his eyebrows at her and looks at Stiles again. ]
Closest the marshal could get to compatibility, but, well. Derek's experienced, but he's got a particular rhythm. None of these dudes are on the same rhythm, and it's turning into a curbstomping instead of synchronization.
[ And there's another 4-0, Jesus. ]
So the fact that Derek is doing this at all is shocking, to say the least. He can only imagine how much baggage he'd carry with him into the drift.
Laura's laugh is like a homing beacon-- it was how they met, so of course he'd catch it-- and John grins wide at her, making a smoochy face before he raises his eyebrows at her and looks at Stiles again. ]
Closest the marshal could get to compatibility, but, well. Derek's experienced, but he's got a particular rhythm. None of these dudes are on the same rhythm, and it's turning into a curbstomping instead of synchronization.
[ And there's another 4-0, Jesus. ]
I didn't even finish college. Dropped out and submitted a thesis on the molecular structure of Kaiju shit and how it could be used to replace fossil fuels and it went downhill from there. [ John returns the strong handshake, not out to impress but liking the kid already, leaving him to respond in kind. If ever there was someone that could be called easygoing, it was him.
Tapping his clipboard against his now-free hand, he looks up at the giant mecha with him, blowing a noisy sort of raspberry as he exhales and considers what exactly he's going to drag Stiles into doing. ]
Nah, ain't nobody got time for that. I can show you around, introduce you to a few people. Show you where your quarters are, then haul your ass down into the labs.
Tapping his clipboard against his now-free hand, he looks up at the giant mecha with him, blowing a noisy sort of raspberry as he exhales and considers what exactly he's going to drag Stiles into doing. ]
Nah, ain't nobody got time for that. I can show you around, introduce you to a few people. Show you where your quarters are, then haul your ass down into the labs.
That was you?! Dude, that's awesome. [ Awesome on so many levels, in a "i can't believe you wrote your thesis on Kaiju shit" and "holy shit (pun intended), you're a freakin' genius" kind of way. Stiles breaks into a grin and nods, peering around John to try and get a look at where he came from.
So he's a little excited. This is kind of a once in a lifetime opportunity. He's probably going to end up dead somehow from it, too, so he might as well enjoy it while he can. ] Really--? [ VICTORY GESTURE. ] Aw, dude, sweet. If we can kinda keep on the DL from...certain police forces too, that'd be. Cool.
[ guess who hasn't told his dad this is happening yet. ]
So he's a little excited. This is kind of a once in a lifetime opportunity. He's probably going to end up dead somehow from it, too, so he might as well enjoy it while he can. ] Really--? [ VICTORY GESTURE. ] Aw, dude, sweet. If we can kinda keep on the DL from...certain police forces too, that'd be. Cool.
[ guess who hasn't told his dad this is happening yet. ]
That was me. My best friend was so tired of me by the time I finished it. To be fair, though, I was high out of my mind when I wrote it. [ Okay yeah, John is. Definitely not who you would expect to find in what is a military funded location, but then again someone decided that making giant robots to pilot was an excellent way to combat giant fucking monsters right out of the Godzilla films, so hey. He thinks he fits right in.
Gesturing with his clipboard, he turns and makes his way back towards the way he came. ] You're gonna meet a couple MP but they're not the type that'll go off telling your dad, if that's what you mean.
[ Stiles is not the only snoop. ] I'm not saying shit, so you're good. C'mon.
Gesturing with his clipboard, he turns and makes his way back towards the way he came. ] You're gonna meet a couple MP but they're not the type that'll go off telling your dad, if that's what you mean.
[ Stiles is not the only snoop. ] I'm not saying shit, so you're good. C'mon.
Jesus. I feel bad for them, they probably thought this was like their lucky day. [ Stiles lets out a low whistle as yet another recruit goes down. He's up to like ten now, and Derek's barely broken a sweat. It's like if he can't make that connection, he just shuts the other party down; unsurprising, brutally efficient, and hella good at his job.
Stiles falls quiet for a minute, glancing at John when he kissyfaces at Laura and rolling his eyes playfully before getting focused again. His gaze softens a little as he stares at Derek, perceptive brown eyes locked on his fighting form. Stiles isn't the best at it, but he's got at least a little bit of training, the right eye to see these kind of things, how to maybe dodge, how to get him down on the ground.
Stiles maybe starts to get a crazy idea in his head while he's suddenly hyperfocused on Derek, while the world seems to quiet down to just the two of them. ]
Stiles falls quiet for a minute, glancing at John when he kissyfaces at Laura and rolling his eyes playfully before getting focused again. His gaze softens a little as he stares at Derek, perceptive brown eyes locked on his fighting form. Stiles isn't the best at it, but he's got at least a little bit of training, the right eye to see these kind of things, how to maybe dodge, how to get him down on the ground.
Stiles maybe starts to get a crazy idea in his head while he's suddenly hyperfocused on Derek, while the world seems to quiet down to just the two of them. ]
Probably. From what I've heard on the grapevine, people've been jumping at the signups since news spread about Derek coming back. [ From what John's seen thus far, he's inclined to agree with Stiles: Derek is literally giving his opponents time to show whether they have potential or not, and then shutting them down the moment they show they don't. It's methodical, almost.
After Paige, though, he can understand why he's resistant to just anybody being made his copilot. You drift once, you drift for life, as far as he knows. He falls quiet as Stiles does, but splits his attention between one Beacon Hills native to the other, knowing already the silence of Stiles' hyperfocus. This'll be interesting.
All the while, Derek works his jaw a little, almost as if he's disappointed in the people entering the ring with him. He doesn't even look up to meet Cora's gaze from where she's standing at the front of the crowd, arms crossed and attention clearly focused on her brother as he taps the staff into the mat, waiting for his next candidate. ]
After Paige, though, he can understand why he's resistant to just anybody being made his copilot. You drift once, you drift for life, as far as he knows. He falls quiet as Stiles does, but splits his attention between one Beacon Hills native to the other, knowing already the silence of Stiles' hyperfocus. This'll be interesting.
All the while, Derek works his jaw a little, almost as if he's disappointed in the people entering the ring with him. He doesn't even look up to meet Cora's gaze from where she's standing at the front of the crowd, arms crossed and attention clearly focused on her brother as he taps the staff into the mat, waiting for his next candidate. ]
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hypercompetent
2013-08-09 07:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ Before the next candidate gets up, Stiles makes his decision. He comes up from behind the crate in a scramble of limbs, and calls out: ]
Dude, you're making it look like you don't even want a drift partner. No wonder you're not gonna find anyone to empathize with you. [ Secretly, his heart is pounding, because Stiles sure did just out himself to the entire crowd--to his dad, who's hanging around in the back, he knows he is--but he holds his ground, taking a couple steps down from the stairs so he's just one outside the ring.
Laura's eyebrows shoot up, and she looks at John, then elbows Cora. That's her boyfriend's protege. ]
Dude, you're making it look like you don't even want a drift partner. No wonder you're not gonna find anyone to empathize with you. [ Secretly, his heart is pounding, because Stiles sure did just out himself to the entire crowd--to his dad, who's hanging around in the back, he knows he is--but he holds his ground, taking a couple steps down from the stairs so he's just one outside the ring.
Laura's eyebrows shoot up, and she looks at John, then elbows Cora. That's her boyfriend's protege. ]
[ John stays right where he is, peering over the top of the crate and at Stiles, then Derek as his attention snaps to him, then back to his protege again. Oh yeah, this is gonna be interesting. He doesn't know either, Laura. They had done so well, hiding him from his father-- and he can see where the man is, from where he's given a cursory scan over the crowd-- and here, Stiles was exposing himself.
The Hale sisters have identical looks on their faces, and Cora gently pushes her hand against Laura's elbow to keep her from nudging at her again. She's not quite sure what to make of this, but she looks at their brother and...
Is surprised, actually. Derek looks at Stiles for a long moment in silence, before he slips his foot beneath the abandoned staff from his last opponent. Bunting it up and catching it, he inclines his head towards him. ] You want to give it a shot?
The Hale sisters have identical looks on their faces, and Cora gently pushes her hand against Laura's elbow to keep her from nudging at her again. She's not quite sure what to make of this, but she looks at their brother and...
Is surprised, actually. Derek looks at Stiles for a long moment in silence, before he slips his foot beneath the abandoned staff from his last opponent. Bunting it up and catching it, he inclines his head towards him. ] You want to give it a shot?
[ Stiles probably should have expected that to happen. The room falls dead silent for a moment, and he doesn't take his gaze off of Derek's as the rational part of his brain decides to check out for the day, and Stiles shucks off his sweatshirt and over shirt, kicking off his shoes and stepping into the arena.]
Depends, are you gonna give me a chance, or not? [ There's a vague challenge to his words, because Stiles' temper gets him into ridiculous situations like this all the time; when accompanied by his wit, razor sharp at worst, he ends up doing a lot of ridiculous shit he wasn't prepared for. Picking up the other staff, Stiles tosses it up and down experimentally, gives it a spin....and very nearly beans himself in the face.
Great.
Laura winces for the poor kid, and shakes her head at both Cora and John; this is gonna be brutal. ]
Depends, are you gonna give me a chance, or not? [ There's a vague challenge to his words, because Stiles' temper gets him into ridiculous situations like this all the time; when accompanied by his wit, razor sharp at worst, he ends up doing a lot of ridiculous shit he wasn't prepared for. Picking up the other staff, Stiles tosses it up and down experimentally, gives it a spin....and very nearly beans himself in the face.
Great.
Laura winces for the poor kid, and shakes her head at both Cora and John; this is gonna be brutal. ]
[ Cora immediately murmurs a the kid's dead under her breath to Laura, even before he nearly brains himself. The look she shoots her sister pretty much confirms exactly what she says, before she looks back at the arena and the pair within it. It's no surprise the marshal is allowing this to happen, considering that's just who he is, but... well, she hopes he doesn't die.
Shrugging helplessly, John does too. He likes Stiles. ]
If you don't knock yourself out first. [ Derek's tone is dry, expression neutral before he takes the staff and directs it to where Stiles is holding onto his own. It comes as just as much of a surprise as his initial comment did. ] Slide your hand down.
[ Why yes, he did just give him a pointer, before he spins with far more success and less possible concussions. ]
Shrugging helplessly, John does too. He likes Stiles. ]
If you don't knock yourself out first. [ Derek's tone is dry, expression neutral before he takes the staff and directs it to where Stiles is holding onto his own. It comes as just as much of a surprise as his initial comment did. ] Slide your hand down.
[ Why yes, he did just give him a pointer, before he spins with far more success and less possible concussions. ]
[ Stiles was not expecting that, and neither was most of the crowd. Feeling a little bit like an idiot, he slides his hand down, getting a firmer grip on the staff, and settles into a fighting position. He knows this much--knows tactics, knows a few moves from dicking around with his best friend and self defense with his cop father--but can he actually hold his own in a fight?
Yeah, no, Stiles is dead. He's agreeing.
Laura folds her arms across her chest and raises her eyebrows at her brother. That's unusual, to say the absolute least; if she didn't know better, Laura would say he's interested in this kid. John had picked him for a reason, and it wasn't his fighting skills.
Well, time to put up or shut up.
Stiles, thinking the about same thing, looks at Derek, rocks back and forth, and pushes off his feet, aiming for the ribs. ]
Yeah, no, Stiles is dead. He's agreeing.
Laura folds her arms across her chest and raises her eyebrows at her brother. That's unusual, to say the absolute least; if she didn't know better, Laura would say he's interested in this kid. John had picked him for a reason, and it wasn't his fighting skills.
Well, time to put up or shut up.
Stiles, thinking the about same thing, looks at Derek, rocks back and forth, and pushes off his feet, aiming for the ribs. ]
[ Cora remembers when Paige died, same as everyone else, despite being pretty young compared to Laura and John and even her brother. And she remembers what her brother was like, before she did. This rings a little more true of it, actually opting to be helpful even in a situation where he'd benefit from the opposite. And that idea hurts a little, but she watches attentively, eyes narrowed.
Considering Stiles almost thoughtfully, despite the overall neutral expression, Derek sees a lot of openings in his stance. Things that could be changed. And he makes note of them, before taking his own stance, at least satisfied that his hold on the staff is better.
But as he comes at him, he moves and brings his own staff around, bringing it down to pin the end of Stiles' into the mat. But he taps the end into the side of Stiles' head, rather than immediately knocking him on his ass. ] Don't go for an opening that leaves you open.
Considering Stiles almost thoughtfully, despite the overall neutral expression, Derek sees a lot of openings in his stance. Things that could be changed. And he makes note of them, before taking his own stance, at least satisfied that his hold on the staff is better.
But as he comes at him, he moves and brings his own staff around, bringing it down to pin the end of Stiles' into the mat. But he taps the end into the side of Stiles' head, rather than immediately knocking him on his ass. ] Don't go for an opening that leaves you open.
[ Holy shit, Derek's fast. Stiles isn't really surprised--he shouldn't be, really, because it's Derek freakin' Hale, and sure enough, he rattles the pole hard enough that it jams down into the ground and Stiles jerks forward with it, down into a crouch and makes a grunting noise. He lifts his gaze to stare at Derek for a second, shocked.
Derek's helping him, though, and that? That's just weird. Stiles isn't going to let him take time to readjust, not while he can hear the Marshal's slightly smug "one point" in the background. The chances of him winning this are absolutely zero, but he's going to try his damndest anyway. Brown eyes are quick, calculating, and suddenly he uses the force from getting up into his crouch to sweep the pole across Derek's ankles, dropping lower to the ground to get more force behind the push. He's smaller than Derek, lighter, but if he can knock him off his feet, that doesn't matter so much, now does it?
Laura's jaw drops, and she's pretty much glued to the mat, for more reasons than one. Did that--any of that actually just happen? ]
Derek's helping him, though, and that? That's just weird. Stiles isn't going to let him take time to readjust, not while he can hear the Marshal's slightly smug "one point" in the background. The chances of him winning this are absolutely zero, but he's going to try his damndest anyway. Brown eyes are quick, calculating, and suddenly he uses the force from getting up into his crouch to sweep the pole across Derek's ankles, dropping lower to the ground to get more force behind the push. He's smaller than Derek, lighter, but if he can knock him off his feet, that doesn't matter so much, now does it?
Laura's jaw drops, and she's pretty much glued to the mat, for more reasons than one. Did that--any of that actually just happen? ]
[ There's the quiet knowledge in the back of his head that leaves Derek very much aware that the crowd is completely silent now, compared to the earlier wincing and commentary that came earlier. And he knows the cause of it, but he doesn't pay any attention to it. Just focuses on Stiles, watching him with green-gold eyes.
Cora scoots over a little as John weasels his way through the crowd and slots himself between her and Laura, grinning like a lunatic as she has an identical look to her sister. What.
And then there's the fact that Stiles manages to sweep Derek's feet out from beneath him. He doesn't bother trying to catch himself-- he's not going to windmill-- and it leaves his back hitting the mat with a heavy thud, but at least he keeps his head from bouncing when he lands.
Silence prevails a little longer, broken by a small chorus of holy shit, and then-- ] That was better.
Cora scoots over a little as John weasels his way through the crowd and slots himself between her and Laura, grinning like a lunatic as she has an identical look to her sister. What.
And then there's the fact that Stiles manages to sweep Derek's feet out from beneath him. He doesn't bother trying to catch himself-- he's not going to windmill-- and it leaves his back hitting the mat with a heavy thud, but at least he keeps his head from bouncing when he lands.
Silence prevails a little longer, broken by a small chorus of holy shit, and then-- ] That was better.
[ The crowd isn't the only one shocked by what happened. Stiles had scrambled back up to his feet when Derek started to fall, and he had the staff in his face, panting a little, and staring at him intensely, like he hasn't snapped out of whatever the hell just happened--like his whole world's still focused on Derek.
It's then that the marshal, who'd boredly been staring at his nails, speaks up, and you can just hear the quirk of a grin in his voice-- ] Point.
[ --and Stiles snaps out of it, shock registering in his features because holy shit did that work, before he steps back a little, breaking into an unabashed grin as he tries to move back into the same fighting position, getting his staff ready.
Laura, meanwhile, will just be over here, trying to hide a smile, her hand over her mouth. Things just got interesting. She does lean to John and mumble, "Did you pick him for his fighting skills?" ]
It's then that the marshal, who'd boredly been staring at his nails, speaks up, and you can just hear the quirk of a grin in his voice-- ] Point.
[ --and Stiles snaps out of it, shock registering in his features because holy shit did that work, before he steps back a little, breaking into an unabashed grin as he tries to move back into the same fighting position, getting his staff ready.
Laura, meanwhile, will just be over here, trying to hide a smile, her hand over her mouth. Things just got interesting. She does lean to John and mumble, "Did you pick him for his fighting skills?" ]
..Dude. [ Stiles cannot believe his fucking life right now. Of all the people to get assigned under, he's here with a dude who's name is probably fake, who wrote a thesis on Kaiju shit when he was high as a kite.
He's getting the feeling they're going to be good friends. The smile on his face is kind of Scott McCall levels of wide, and he follows after him immediately, hoisting his backpack over his shoulders again and striding quick to keep up.
Even if he's a snoop. Stiles is so fine with that. ] Sweet. So, what's the lab like?
He's getting the feeling they're going to be good friends. The smile on his face is kind of Scott McCall levels of wide, and he follows after him immediately, hoisting his backpack over his shoulders again and striding quick to keep up.
Even if he's a snoop. Stiles is so fine with that. ] Sweet. So, what's the lab like?
[ John shoots Stiles an enormous grin like a fucking Cheshire Cat at the reaction, and shrugs his shoulders loosely before he dodges around a crate cart before he can get run over by it. He knows they're gonna be getting along just fine, to be honest.
He flips through his paperwork before heading for the elevator, tapping in the numbers on the keypad before he pulls out a set of pages that've been paperclipped together. ] The lab's pretty good, considering it's American funded and in the same state as the initial attack. You got places like... fucking Hong Kong that's kind of on the scrawny side, but damn is that place put together. We've got a lot more samples, though, and they're better kept. Half a secondary brain, a heart...
[ He offers Stiles the papers. ] Map of the dome, numbers for the elevators, yatta ya. You're still gonna get lost for a week or two, but it's good to have anyways.
He flips through his paperwork before heading for the elevator, tapping in the numbers on the keypad before he pulls out a set of pages that've been paperclipped together. ] The lab's pretty good, considering it's American funded and in the same state as the initial attack. You got places like... fucking Hong Kong that's kind of on the scrawny side, but damn is that place put together. We've got a lot more samples, though, and they're better kept. Half a secondary brain, a heart...
[ He offers Stiles the papers. ] Map of the dome, numbers for the elevators, yatta ya. You're still gonna get lost for a week or two, but it's good to have anyways.
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