Riley was determined to figure out what was going on with Scott’s powers. She knew it was important to the alpha, and he had trusted her with it. Just the idea of not being able to find an answer and disappointing Scott made a pit open in her stomach. But the blonde was hitting wall after wall; it was time to pull out the big guns. She knocked on the door to Lydia and Stiles’s apartment with defeat plain on her face. When no one immediately appeared at the door she rested her forehead on the cool metal, and banged her head against it enough times to create a steady rhythm that wouldn’t be out of place in a funeral dirge. “Lydia,” she groaned against the paint. “I need your brain.”
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The library without power was really kind of cool. It was dark, but not too dark during the day, thanks to the massive windows. People didn’t loot it mostly because there was nothing to loot in a library, so whenever Erica wanted a break from the mayhem, she went there. She just hoped that the peace would hold out, especially since she’d been given orders to “watch out” in case of “mobs” or something. All that meant to Erica was that she had to do actual manual labor. She was going through and tightening all the locks on the windows--a mundane task that made her mind wander. Except it wandered into self-loathing territory so instead of hammering in a plank, she started screaming and beating the wood mercilessly. After getting out her frustration, she thought she heard some footsteps and spun around. She’d forgotten to lock the front door. “We’re closed!” she called out. “And we don’t have any food!”
Talia and Lydia search for Rory in the woods, unsure of what they will find.
Rory: Rory lied on the nemeton as Surtr watched over him, as his mind drifted in the void until he was met with a figure one whom explained everything. As the boy learned of his past, his future, his body began a transformation, reverting the mana inside him, and curing his body of illness. The tree was the catalyst for this, awakening his powers. Once his eyes shot open, a shockwave surged, and he sat himself straight gasping for breath. “What the?” he looked around finding himself staring at the giant. “Oh, hi I’m alive, and I have some really crazy shit to tell you.
Talia: Talia had been wandering around the woods with Lydia for who knows how long, not caring how long it took. She was going to stay out there all night if that meant finding her brother. She glanced at Lydia hopelessly as her eyes started to water. It was the first time she was ready to cry since she was at Satomi's, and she knew if she started now the tears wouldn't stop. Reality was finally setting in, he was gone. She turned to Lydia and noticed her friend's facial expression change slightly. "What is it?"
Lydia: Lydia was just about to tell Talia that they should head home and maybe plan a funeral for Rory when she started to hear his voice in her head. Then she felt her heart skip a beat and Lydia stopped dead in her tracks. Part of her wondered if she should even tell Talia, because she didn't want to get the girls hopes up but something felt different, and Lydia was sure of it. "Tal, I think.." Lydia paused, closing her eyes and trying to concentrate. She could see Rory so clearly in her head and hear his voice just as clear, talking to what appeared to be the giant that took him. Then she noticed the nemeton. "I think he's alive. And I know where to find him." Lydia finally said as she grabbed Talia's hand and started sprinting through the woods, letting her mind and instinct take her where they needed to go.
Rory: Rory felt as if he was crazy, as he spoke with the giant, caressing his face though their sized were extremely different. "Thanks for looking after me, even after all these years." Roroy mumbled as he pressed his features on the giant's hand. The jottun simply smiled, before returning to his cold facial expression. "Guess, I should tell my friends that I'm alive, and that well they don't need to worry anymore." he huffed out hoping to see someone near. "Hello, can anybody hear me?" he began to yell out.
Talia: Talia immediately followed Lydia, not caring where they walked as she focused her senses on their surroundings. She heard someone calling out and instantly knew that it was her brother. She grabbed Lydia's hand and followed the banshee to whatever she was sensing, and eventually they ended up at the nemeton. It still blew Talia's mind that this tree stump was out there and she was only able to find it if she was with someone like Lydia. It was fascinating yet terrifying. When they finally made it, she saw Rory and instantly ran into him, pulling him into a tight hug. She couldn't care less if it was too tight, he was alive. A few tears streamed down her cheeks as she held onto him and sighed in relief. "Oh my God, don't.." She trailed off before pulling away and slapping him upside the head, then raising her voice. "Don't ever do that again!"
Lydia: When Lydia saw Rory at the nemeton, the banshee couldn't believe it. And she certainly couldn't help the smile that was on her face as Talia reunited with her brother. Moments like that made all of the pain and torture that came with being a banshee worth it. Moments like that felt amazing for Lydia. She actually helped find Rory, and helped Talia reunite with him. "Are you alright? What the hell happened?" Lydia finally spoke up, taking a step closer towards them both.
Rory: When he saw his sister pull him into a tight hug, he didn't know how exactly to process it. He died right in front of her eyes, and he couldn't image the pain she must have went through. So he just held her in return until, Lydia spoke up. "Well, um guys this is Surt or Surtr any is fine." he said pointing to the giant behind him. "He's a jottun, which means he's a fire giant. Norse mythology and all that. He's the king of the fiery realm, and well pretty much a god in his own right." Rory explained. "As for me, well my past me came to talk to me. Wow that's confusing. Okay, anyway. My past self explained to me who I am. I am the reincarnation of the great witch west, who at time reigned with three others. Two of the witches plotted against West for having the power to stop them. North, and South managed in killing West, but East intervened and cast a spell so powerful that my soul would be reincarnated through many passages of time.I also was told that I would retain the powers of my past lives. One of which well, I'm basically immune to demons since I steal their powers, and sort of...It's easier if I show you later on. The other I can't use unless I have certain items, so that's a bust. The one I have myself besides just regular magic is pretty cool." Rory said as he bit into his thumb drawing blood, and making it spill out forming it into a blade in his hand solidifying it. "So, yeah I'm a witch, also I have to go tell Liam I'm alive We have a date."
Talia: Talia held onto her brother one more time before finally pulling away and really looking at him. He looked... healthy. Really, really healthy. As he explained everything that happened, she found it starting to make a bit of sense. There was still a lot she was confused about, but she would ask him about that later. Right now she was just glad he was alive. She silently watched as he made the blade out of his own blood and furrowed her eyebrows, not sure what to make of it. Not only was her brother alive, but he was a witch. At his last comment she cracked a smile and nodded as she grabbed onto his hand, then looked at Lydia. "Thank you, Lyds.." She said quietly as she bit her lip. She was so grateful that this played out how it did when it could have gone so much worse.
Lydia: Lydia understood everything Rory was talking about as the pieces of the puzzle started to fit together. They touched upon the research earlier but now that Lydia had the entire story, everything made sense. Either way, she was just so grateful that her friend was alright. Maybe even better than alright, considering the fact that he now knew he was a witch. A powerful one, too. "You know I'm always happy to help." Lydia said with a small smile, looking back between Talia and Rory. "Why don't we all head back home? I could use a shower and I believe Rory has a date he can't miss." She teased
Talia: Talia nodded and laughed softly at Lydia, then tugged her brother's hand. She was so relieved that he was still here, she didn't want to let go. Not yet, not even until they got back to the house. "Come on," She said to him as the three of them walked out of the woods and back to Lydia's place.
Riley was exhausted. Between the banshee talks with Lydia, actual high school work, and daily ordeals with her great aunt, she was beginning to feel like she was running on empty. Most of the time she hated being in the house, but today it felt like a blessing to finally have a moment to relax in her room. She flopped backwards onto her bed, too wrung out to move any further than to turn her aunt’s old fashioned radio on her beside table on. A jarring pop song rang out over the speaker and she jabbed a finger at the buttons wildly, trying to stop the noise. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the cassette button pushed in, and barely suppressed a groan. Since it wasn’t 1980, Riley hadn’t put one in, but she’d rather sit in silence than move to fix it again. The machine whirred as it searched for tape to play, and for a second it was quiet. Then she heard a whisper- something unintelligible. Then another. She bolted upright, gripping the blanket on her bed in her fist. Just when she thought that somehow she’d imagined the sounds, more began. Riley froze, her breath catching in her throat. She stood up, hands shaking as she knelt to look under the bed, in the closet, and behind the curtains, but there was no one there. The blonde turned back around sharply at another gasp, her eyes settling on the radio. She let out a shaky breath of her own, crossing the room slowly to kneel in front of it. The whispers got louder, Riley reached around the back to pull the plug on the machine, anything to make the horrible rasping breaths stop, when suddenly all the warmth was sucked from the room. Her fingers stopped short, gripping the cord with white knuckles, and she closed her eyes. She pulled it. Silence. Then, a shallow breath echoed through the room. Another, rasping, barely enough to be considered breathing. Her hands shook, and Riley squeezed her eyes shut so hard she could almost see stars. One last, terrible, gasp. A pit opened in her stomach and her eyes snapped open. “Lydia.” She jumped up, running out of her room and crashing down the stairs. It seemed like a second later she was on Lydia’s doorstep, pounding her fist against the wood, breathing heavily. “LYDIA!” She screamed, shaking the door as hard as she could.
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Jordan remembered how distraught Lydia was after their encounter with Death. He let her have her space, but knew he couldn’t stay away forever. She was always there, prickling at the back of his mind only instead of bringing him comfort, it brought him worry. She took on the world and yes, while Jordan was always cold and he disliked feeling weak and his foot hurt him because healing as a human was slower than he liked to remember, he wasn’t having a completely terrible time being without Cerberus. He slept a lot better, for one, or he did when he wasn’t up worrying about everyone else around him. He sent Lydia a text, letting her know he was spending his evenings at the library. It had the best access and he could keep up to date with everyone when he wasn’t at the station--that, and protesters weren’t at the library. He figured if Lydia found some free time to talk, they could do it there. Besides, perhaps they could find something that would help bring back a hellhound. Admittedly, Jordan wasn’t trying as hard as he should have to get Cerberus back, but the longer he waited, the more danger he knew he was in. He sat at a table, crutches leaning up against a wall. Totoro somehow found him more pleasing when there wasn’t a hellhound inside of him and so Jordan sat petting the cat on his lap while he tried to make sense of what felt like a terrible translations of an old Norse text. In this legend, Cerberus was named Garmr, and Jordan wasn’t entirely sure if it was the same hound or not, but if all hounds worked the same, maybe he’d find something.
