Kenzi [007] Accidental Video --> Audio

[onteamdyson]

[The video turns on as Kenzi cracks the screen with a jagged shard of glass. The communicator is still on her wrist, filming the ceiling of the upstairs bathroom. The mirror has been shattered and most of the glass pieces have fallen to the floor, but a few remain in the frame. The hand that holds the larger piece is covered in blood. She appears to be sitting on the edge of the bathtub.

She swears and mumbles something in Russian before bringing the shard down again. The video cuts out.]

HA! Fucking-- try it now, you crusty, wrinkled-ass, bitch. Two down... a billion to go. Break the mirrors in your houses! Smash the hell out of them. Do it. It's the only way to keep her out-- [There's the sound of the shard hitting the floor and Kenzi cries out.]

Hale? Hale, you know what I'm talking about, right? You totes remember! ... Hale?

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[onteamdyson]

[Consoling just isn't her forte. Deal with it. Sleeping, though! Sleeping is her area of expertise!]

Hmmmmmokay. Question time until you get sleepy. Fire away, baby bear.

[stiling]

[ Stiles adjusts with a nod, propping up the back of his head on a hand so he can peer at her more clearly. ]

How do you know Baba Yaga's real?

[onteamdyson]

[Shit. Well-- she was not expecting that question. Probably should have been because this kid is curious as all hell and twice as sharp as she was at that age. Damn.]

... Because I didn't just start seeing her here. [If it had been out of the blue, she might be more inclined to believe she was seeing invisible stuff like Galen and Jesse.] I can't... get into too much detail, but shit went down. I tried to fix it. It got way worse and I ended up in her realm--

[Realm. REALMS! How the fuck is she supposed to spin this to be believable now? She looks up at him, hopeful and a little desperate for him to not think she's a nutcase.] Sometimes... myths aren't actually myths.

[stiling]

[ Status achieved? Possibly. Stiles is peering at Kenzi with a whole new kind of intensity, but it's not disbelief, it's certainly not running away. Realm is a whole new thing that he can't begin to describe, but it's a start. It's a good start. ]

[ He lets out a careful breath after he realizes he's been holding it in, and rubs his fingers against his scalp for a second before he blurts out a new question. Myths, she said. As in plural. ]

What kind of other stuff have you seen?

[onteamdyson]

[Haha... what. He-- ... he's just going with it. Not even brushing her off or making a joke. That almost sounds like genuine curiosity. Kenzi eyes him warily, but doesn't move because he's supposed to be sleeping.

This conversation probably isn't headed to dreamland any time soon, though.]

I've seen some crazytown-bananapants shit, but these aren't my secrets to tell. [Not to just anyone. Unless--] Why do you even believe me? What have you seen?

[stiling]

[ Oh, God, and there it was, starting at the back of his throat. It was the word vomit. Stiles keeps his lips pursed tight because he doesn't even allow himself to mutely flap his lips and not say anything and if he says anything then Lydia won't have to kill him because Derek Hale will probably just come stampeding through the trees right now and kill him himself and that's not his ideal kind of a way to die - ]

[ But it comes up, fast and barely even a sentence, like ripping off a band-aid. Luckily, Kenzi speaks Spaz-ese. ]

Have-you-ever-seen-a-werewolf?

[onteamdyson]

..................... [Oh. Holy. Fuck. Kenzi grins and sits up, totes straddling the poor kid, and grabs his face in both hands and kisses his nose. Of all the people in this town, it just had to be Stiles. If he knows already, it has to be okay to tell him!]

You're damn right! Seen a couple. Pretty damn tight with a specific one. Actually, he totes owes me at least an entire bottle of the good whiskey when I get back home.

[Ha. Haha, she still thinks she's going to go home. And she also thinks getting fucked up by a norn and saving his ass is equivalent to a bottle of whiskey. So cute.]

[stiling]

[ She's pretty tight. With a werewolf. He owes her whiskey. ]

[ It's like all the tension bleeds out of Stiles just then - which is kind of terribly surprising, given that there's a not unattractive girl currently straddling him and kissing him, but he really is too tired to think about that the wrong way right now, horny teenager or not. ]

You know - [ He just laughs and rubs his hands all over his face, letting his head flop back against the arm of the couch. ] What's his name? Is he an alpha or a beta? Or an omega? What color are his eyes?! Oh, my freaking Jesus, you know about werewolves. Do you know how exciting this is!?

[onteamdyson]

Wow, this question period got hella one-sided. Okay.

[She holds up her hand to tick each one off with a finger as she spews a billion words a minute.] Dyson. No idea, also insert fraternity joke here. Gorgeous blue but yellow when he's sniffing things or growling or running around on four legs. Also-- he's not ... totally... a legit classic version werewolf. Wolf shifter is more accurate. They might be different things but it's close enough! Holy shit, you know about weird stuff, too! YEAH, It's pretty freakin' exciting, dude! ... But you need to sleep.

... And this stays between us, right? Galen kind of knows but he still has no idea.

[stiling]

Well, if he can turn into a wolf, he's probably an alpha!

[ Stiles' hand claps over his mouth, a half a laugh breaking out through his fingers as Kenzi talks, unable to really contain his excitement. Keeping this a secret in Beacon Hills is one thing. Keeping this a secret here when there's not really anyone, Lydia aside, who he can talk about any of this with is a whole other thing, especially with all the crazy running around here - powers and giant green dudes and crap. ]

[ He nods emphatically regardless, an answer to her question. ]

Mum's the word, I mean, it's not even my secret to keep. [ He crosses his heart, hopes to die and all that jazz. ] My best friend's one. Back home. So you can bet your ass I'll keep it a secret. He's, [ and Stiles pauses, scratching at his chin, ] gotta spend his first- full moon without me.

[ But no serious time, this is exciting. Kenzi knows things. ] You really can't expect me to sleep right now.

[onteamdyson]

He doesn't have a pack. Unless me and Bo count... pfft. But like hell do I listen to anything he says, so that can't be right.

[She practically melts at the best friend stuff. It's hard having secrets that don't even belong to you. She knows. She totally knows! Stiles, look at her face. She completely understands what you're going through.

Kenzi stands up and perches on the back of the couch so she's not all up in his space. She really can't expect him to sleep right now and it's a welcome distraction, quelling the urge to smash mirrors and be crazy.]

I bet he misses you like crazy. Which means we better get back ASAP. Bo isn't exactly normal, either, but I'm pretty sure she can do just fine without me. We deal with crazy shiz all the time! The Baba Yaga thing was a massive accident, but typically we go looking for this stuff and get a paycheck when it's all over.

[stiling]

Dude, what's Bo?

[ There's a bit of a glint in his eyes when he asks, still excited by the prospect of other things. If Kenzi knows Baba Yaga then she knows a fuck of a ton more than Stiles could know, his knowledge limited to the werewolf side of the spectrum - limited, he thinks to himself, almost laughs aloud - but she's got the knowledge, and he could serve to learn a lot from her. ]

Wait, for a paycheck? You guys are, like, what? Fae hunters? Supernatural... detectives. Bounty hunters. Help me out here.