cape_kore | first shot → video → day 103

[ It's fairly early when Allison poses her question to the network. Not obnoxiously so, just a little earlier than most would expect a teenager to be up of her own accord. She's already been for a run and there's a little evidence to show as much. She's just a little puffed, breathing returning to it's normal rate, and the clothes she's scavenged from the house aren't an ideal fit, but they're still closer to gym gear than the dress she'd arrived in (thanks scientists). Her hair is piled up in a loose bun on the top of her head, cheeks still just a little flushed, and she's only just at the door. She really should go inside and get herself sorted first, but network etiquette 101 is escaping her right now - and besides, the question is important.

There's a friendly smile at least, and for a moment she just eyes the feed a little, unsure of how to start. Finally it comes with a light clear of her throat and a sheepish look at the device on her wrist. ]

So I really hope this thing is working, or I'm going to look like an idiot. [ She laughs, a little awkward, and moves to sit down on the porch. The video jerks in response to the movement, but settles again once she does. ] I just have a quick question, nothing too taxing I promise.

[ She glances away for a second, a little stuck for how to pose the question without sounding like she's up to something, but finally just decides to bite the bullet. Everyone needs to defend themselves, right? That sea monster sure proved that. ]

I'm looking for a bow. Mine got...left behind, I guess, and I'd just- I'd feel a lot more comfortable if I had one. If anyone knows where there might be something like that around town or...God, even if you know how to make one, I'd really appreciate the pointers.

[ She pauses again, all awkward awkward Allison, and she's about to add something else.

Unfortunately at that point, the feed cuts out. Or perhaps fortunately, for the people listening. At that rate, they were going to be there all day. ]

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[ He doesn't intend to respond, at first, because it's Allison, of course it is, and he's still not quite over the whole thing where she shot at him and his pack. ]

Even if I knew where to find one, I'm not sure I'd exactly be in a hurry to tell you.

[ To be fair, if she knew he didn't remember anything since her coming back to Beacon Hills after the summer she'd probably be a little more sympathetic. Actually, a lot more, but as it is she just gives him a flat look. ]

I get it, okay? You're still mad, that's fine. [ She drags her teeth over her lip lightly, looking away for a moment before sighing. ] But I think we can both agree that everyone around here is going to be better off if I'm armed.

[ If he's completely honest with himself, Derek thinks he's probably angrier with himself than he really is with her; he knows what it is to be taken in by Kate, to be used by her, and Gerard - well, he can see why it happened with those influences, and he knew, but he failed to do much about it while he could.

Still, it's the fact that she seems resigned, as if they've had this conversation before and he's missed it somehow that catches his attention, making him frown in realisation that it's possible they have. ] Humans, probably, but how do I know I can trust you not to point one in my direction again?

[ If it was just him, he might let it go, but there's Brigid here, a werewolf without an alpha or, at times, the best control that he promised to help and protect. ]

[ She frowns for a moment at that, because basically all she's done since getting back this summer is not point the goddamn thing at him. It's been the opposite in fact, she's gone out of her way to help him, to claw her way back to some kind of redemption after the big mistakes she made. She isn't Kate, she's determined not to end up like Kate, and she's spent the last few months trying so hard to prove that...all for nothing? ]

If this is how you're going to act- [ She lets out a frustrated sigh and shoves some of her hair out of her face before exhaling and inhaling slowly, trying a new approach. ] Look, I'm trying to make this better, I really am, but you need to play ball. What do I have to do before you actually believe I'm not the same person I was then?

[ His mouth tentatively opens and then closes, and the distrusting expression he's been sporting since he responded to the feed mixes with confusion before he puts the pieces together and it dawns on him. ]

What was the last thing you remember before you came here?

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