yeaaaah that's a terrible plan? as much as i enjoy the fact that death isn't actually permanent in this hell dimension, the pain of death is still very real and not at all fun for me also not super into being murdered by the only people i can kind of consider friends here, even in the name of science or... whatever. also with my luck, that'd be the one time the entity decided not to bring me back and i refuse to go out trying to blind a bunch of my friends with a dying flashlight while they bludgeon me to death i deserve a cooler death than that
[ anyway. more importantly: ]
anyway. i'll see you in like ten? do you want anything in exchange for using your super fancy special occasion map? i've got a couple decent looking batteries they're pretty useless to me for all of the above reasons
Yeah death sucks, never thought I'd be able to say that and live to tell the tale, but here I am.
Ok yeah, won't ever say no to a few spare batteries, Stilinski. I'll meet you in ten.
[ Steve pockets his phone, and gets up from where he sleeps, tired and still healing from his most recent scrap with the Huntress. He chugs some water, grabs his recently acquired map, and heads over to sit by the campfire, nothing but thought of getting his bat back motivating him. About ten minutes go by, and he sees Stiles enter his vicinity. He nods once, and when he's close enough to talk to him, Steve stands up. ]
[ stiles doesn't really have a lot to say about death that isn't super heavy and depressing and potentially awkward, so he just leaves the conversation where it is and shoves his phone into the front pocket of his tattered hoodie. he's got an impressive hoard of batteries by now, grabbing them on impulse when he finds them rather than out of necessity, so he rifles through his small collection and picks out a couple that seem to be lacking a layer of crusted battery acid, label still mostly intact, and then grabs the one flashlight he has at the last second before he heads out to meet up with steve at the campfire.
steve's... looked better, but stiles isn't going to say as much. the trials are rough on everyone, himself included, and steve's definitely looked worse before, too. stiles wanders up to the campfire, clicks the flashlight at steve a couple times (though not in his face) just... because, and then offers it to him, back end first. he'll hand the batteries over later.
he snorts a little at being called coach, both mildly flattered and somewhat amused. ]
Right. So, uh. [ he looks down at his sneakers and kicks around some of the dead leaves and snapped twigs, picking up a longer one and stooping to hold one end of it in the fire with no explanation while he cranes his head up to look up at steve. ] Spread that out?
[ Steve watches with amusement as Stiles burns the end of a twig, it's funny to Steve how that will burn, but if he were to stick his hand in the fire he'd feel the heat but remain unharmed. He takes the map out of the pocket in his jeans, and unfolds it on an adjacent log stump, Midwich in sight with all of it's secrets laid out. ]
So, second floor right? That where you stashed the goods? [ Steve points to the area on the map indicating the second floor of the school. ]
Think it'd still be there if we were to head to midwich on a little extra curricular field trip? Hopefully avoiding uncle Pyramid Head while we're at it?
[ it was less of a... stashing situation when it comes to the bat and more that stiles just happened to catch a quick glance at a familiar-looking wooden handle wrapped in tape while he was sprinting for his life down a hallway past a row of beaten up lockers, but - stashing it himself sounds a lot more badass than the truth, so stiles simply decides not to correct steve, tugging the end of the twig out of the fire and swatting it around a little so the tiny flame at the end goes out.
he looks thoughtful as he wanders over to where steve's got the map laid out, tilting his head a little and shrugging one of his shoulders, burned twig still in his hand held limp at his side. stiles meet's steve's smirks with a faint, lopsided quirk of his mouth, finding a little entertainment in calling someone like pyramid head something familiar like 'uncle', but also a little intimidated at the thought of facing pyramid head at all. he might move a little slower than some of the other killers, but man does that sword fucking hurt.
stiles moves to the opposite side of the log stump, the map upside to him, and drops down into a crouch for a better look at it, peering back up at steve. ]
I mean, there's a chance someone else might have seen it and swiped it, but - there's also the chance they didn't, right? [ and what have they got to lose at this point, honestly, if they go back and check? stiles shifts his attention back to the map, studying it for a second to try and get himself oriented. ] So... I'm one hundred percent sure it was on the second floor... and I remember the chemistry lab was on my right, lockers were on my...
[ stiles pauses for a second, lazily holding his left hand out while he thinks, like he's gesturing at an invisible row of lockers. ]
Definitely on my left. So that mean's it's gotta be right... here. [ it seems burning the dumb twig was not for nothing, because he takes it then and very lightly drags the burned end of it in a very careful circle, marking the space across from the chemistry lab on the map with ash. he looks up at steve. ]
[ Steve isn't exactly looking forward to another confrontation with Pyramid Head either, so this is going to be a stealth operation, and Steve, well, he's sneaky. Like a ninja.
Steve always admires Stiles' optimism, he can be a little nervous, but he has potential, also he wants to help Steve get his spiky bat back and that is much appreciated. Stiles is right, there's always a chance that someone else missed the bat and its ripe for the picking. Steve shifts his gaze down to the map intently, watching Stiles attempt to recount where he saw it.
When he's done, Steve meets his gaze thinking for a moment. He looked down at the ashen circle where his bat supposedly is, and drummed his fingers on his hip subconsciously.]
Well shit, not too shabby, Stilinski. If I can get us there, I think we should go for the stealth op. As of right now, we're unarmed and I'm honestly, still pretty tired. But I want my bat. [ Steve clears his throat apologetically. ] Our bat.
Ok so I got a flashlight, just in case. You need to grab anything before we kick off "Operation: Sneak And Retrieve My Spiky Bat And Kick Ass After" and head out?
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that's a terrible plan? as much as i enjoy the fact that death isn't actually permanent in this hell dimension, the pain of death is still very real and not at all fun for me
also not super into being murdered by the only people i can kind of consider friends here, even in the name of science or... whatever.
also with my luck, that'd be the one time the entity decided not to bring me back and i refuse to go out trying to blind a bunch of my friends with a dying flashlight while they bludgeon me to death
i deserve a cooler death than that
[ anyway. more importantly: ]
anyway. i'll see you in like ten?
do you want anything in exchange for using your super fancy special occasion map?
i've got a couple decent looking batteries
they're pretty useless to me
for all of the above reasons
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Ok yeah, won't ever say no to a few spare batteries, Stilinski. I'll meet you in ten.
[ Steve pockets his phone, and gets up from where he sleeps, tired and still healing from his most recent scrap with the Huntress. He chugs some water, grabs his recently acquired map, and heads over to sit by the campfire, nothing but thought of getting his bat back motivating him. About ten minutes go by, and he sees Stiles enter his vicinity. He nods once, and when he's close enough to talk to him, Steve stands up. ]
So what's the play, coach?
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steve's... looked better, but stiles isn't going to say as much. the trials are rough on everyone, himself included, and steve's definitely looked worse before, too. stiles wanders up to the campfire, clicks the flashlight at steve a couple times (though not in his face) just... because, and then offers it to him, back end first. he'll hand the batteries over later.
he snorts a little at being called coach, both mildly flattered and somewhat amused. ]
Right. So, uh. [ he looks down at his sneakers and kicks around some of the dead leaves and snapped twigs, picking up a longer one and stooping to hold one end of it in the fire with no explanation while he cranes his head up to look up at steve. ] Spread that out?
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So, second floor right? That where you stashed the goods? [ Steve points to the area on the map indicating the second floor of the school. ]
Think it'd still be there if we were to head to midwich on a little extra curricular field trip? Hopefully avoiding uncle Pyramid Head while we're at it?
[ Steve smirks, and looks back to Stiles. ]
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he looks thoughtful as he wanders over to where steve's got the map laid out, tilting his head a little and shrugging one of his shoulders, burned twig still in his hand held limp at his side. stiles meet's steve's smirks with a faint, lopsided quirk of his mouth, finding a little entertainment in calling someone like pyramid head something familiar like 'uncle', but also a little intimidated at the thought of facing pyramid head at all. he might move a little slower than some of the other killers, but man does that sword fucking hurt.
stiles moves to the opposite side of the log stump, the map upside to him, and drops down into a crouch for a better look at it, peering back up at steve. ]
I mean, there's a chance someone else might have seen it and swiped it, but - there's also the chance they didn't, right? [ and what have they got to lose at this point, honestly, if they go back and check? stiles shifts his attention back to the map, studying it for a second to try and get himself oriented. ] So... I'm one hundred percent sure it was on the second floor... and I remember the chemistry lab was on my right, lockers were on my...
[ stiles pauses for a second, lazily holding his left hand out while he thinks, like he's gesturing at an invisible row of lockers. ]
Definitely on my left. So that mean's it's gotta be right... here. [ it seems burning the dumb twig was not for nothing, because he takes it then and very lightly drags the burned end of it in a very careful circle, marking the space across from the chemistry lab on the map with ash. he looks up at steve. ]
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Steve always admires Stiles' optimism, he can be a little nervous, but he has potential, also he wants to help Steve get his spiky bat back and that is much appreciated. Stiles is right, there's always a chance that someone else missed the bat and its ripe for the picking. Steve shifts his gaze down to the map intently, watching Stiles attempt to recount where he saw it.
When he's done, Steve meets his gaze thinking for a moment. He looked down at the ashen circle where his bat supposedly is, and drummed his fingers on his hip subconsciously.]
Well shit, not too shabby, Stilinski. If I can get us there, I think we should go for the stealth op. As of right now, we're unarmed and I'm honestly, still pretty tired. But I want my bat. [ Steve clears his throat apologetically. ] Our bat.
Ok so I got a flashlight, just in case. You need to grab anything before we kick off "Operation: Sneak And Retrieve My Spiky Bat And Kick Ass After" and head out?
[ Yeah, he knows he needs to work on that name. ]
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