cape_kore | Day 109; Video 005

[Her body slams into the ground and her communicator turns on without her knowledge. The sun is setting, and the picture is dim.

There's blood splashed over it, and dripping past it from the injuries on her arm. Harsh panting comes over the line. Another hand, the fingers snapping back into alignment without any help reaches out.

Static covers the screen, and then comes back, covered with red hair with forming bruises blossoming on the pale skin. Blood drips off her nose, a tear follows it.

Brigid is trying to move, trying to get up, but there's a creak and she whimpers. The wind blows her hair back - strands stick to her face, in the blood, and against the bruises.

Static covers the screen again, blocking out the horrific mess her face is, and the black blood she just puked up. When it comes back on, she's mid-sentence and weak.]

--eed help. Derek, pl --

[The feed cuts out and doesn't turn back on.]

[OOC: Derek will be picking her up and taking her back to the lighthouse, she's not at the fountain and isn't sure where she is... so, she can try to talk.]

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She's not my biggest fan either. [ But, then, he's not hers at the point where he's currently at, so it's not as if he can really complain.

He gives her a sympathetic look before he takes the alcohol soaked corner of the cloth to the worst of the deep wounds. ] The chronicle, is it about your pack - is that why it's so important?

[Stiles gives her hand another gentle little squeeze.]

She'll help. I'll... ask nicely. Also she's a nerd, she can't resist the challenge.

[He speaks from experience.]

[Brigid grimaces, shifting under the alcohol. That hurts. She actually lets go of Stiles' hand so she doesn't forget her strength.]

It's about wolves in general. Some is about the pack, some about things they dealt with, or met, there's a list of Emissaries in there, things about Alphas, abilities, weaknesses. I don't even have a quarter translated, so I'm guessing.

[She bites her lip again.]

I... wouldn't mind the help with the bestiary, but the wolf stuff is... dangerous.

[She looks at Derek, hoping he understands. Secrecy and refusal to speak is what's kept most werewolves alive throughout some of the years.]

[ He knows exactly what she means, but even at this stage, not aware of his near future from first-hand experience, he's almost certain that they can trust her. ]

Lydia can be a lot of things, but she's... [ He doesn't want to say pack, he really doesn't, because she's not, not really, but she is an ally, even if it's been an unwillingly one as far as he's experienced. ] We can trust her. If she'll help, she'll understand we need her to keep it to herself.

[ He thinks, he hopes, but they've got Stiles on their side, and what they could find out from the book would affect people she cares for if Jackson and Scott count for anything.

Looking to Stiles. ] After Jackson, she helps us?

She tries to.

[He wrinkles his nose.]

You're kind of a sarcastic ass to her. I mean, I know that's your default setting, but you're a little more sarcastic ass to Lydia in particular.

[She fidgets. The alcohol stings and she wants it to stop, even if she knows it's for the best.]

He's not... to me?

[Brigid feels like she should defend Derek, at least a little. She doesn't know the history, but he's been nice to her.]

If you trust her, I will.

[She's Omega, now. And Derek is the local Alpha. She's had enough of challenging Alphas for a long time.]

She did resurrect my uncle from the dead. [ You remember, Stiles, the one that killed his sister and bit Scott, and he's got to blame someone besides himself. ] It's hard to let that go.

[ Brigid's words see that his frown irons itself out a little, and there may even be a hint of a smile; she's a wolf, it's easier to put his trust in her, and even there he's not had the best success. ]

Trust is a strong word. But I do trust Stiles, and if he says that she'll help, then she'll help.

[Stiles goes very quiet. Because 'trust' from Derek means a lot. And now is really not the time to be grinning like a goof.]

She'll help. She'll bitch and moan, but you're friends with me. You should be used to that by now.

[Brigid can read that there's something more there. She doesn't know what, but it's something. Then, she shifts her leg and a whimper escapes her, and her claws dig into the couch. She shutters her blue eyes, trying not to puke from the pain.]

R-r-resurrected?

[Quick. Distract her.]

[ Trust isn't something that he does easily, but after everything, he was hoping that Stiles knew without him ever having to admit it aloud; he's slowly worked his way into his life along with the others, but he's the one who's saved him more times than he cares to count.

He tries to ignore the acknowledgement from Stiles and turns back to Brigid. ]

It's a long story. Why don't you tell us more about what you've discovered in the book.

[Brigid forces her claws out of the couch and blinks open brown eyes again. Her leg is on fire.]

There's rules for the Emissaries, but those haven't been translated yet. There's a few genealogies that tell who are the direct descendants of Lycaon and his sons might be.

[She closes her eyes, trying to think. It's not easy.]

There's the herbal knowledge. I've translated a lot of that. Some of the more beneficial effects of wolfsbane are in there.

That should come in useful. I know the basics, but there's a lot I don't remember, and even more I never had the chance to learn. [ Even though there's none of it here as far as he knows, but it'll be interesting to see what there is.

He's wrapping up, thoroughly cleaning out the last of the wounds, the cloth he's using coming away red by the time he's finished. He frowns at the wounds, still open and some bleeding. ] You're nearly done, now, we just need to bandage these up as best we can.

Day 109; Video 005

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Was told to skip Stiles this round.

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