Stiles

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Lizzie’s frowns in confusion, “What? That’s- that isn’t how wolves work.” She spent her whole life learning about the supernatural and while she was sure there was things she didn’t know the making of wolves was pretty well known. “You know wolves who are turned by bite? Not a gene that is triggered when they take a life?” She asks to clarify that is what he was saying, perhaps his friend was just hiding the death of a human life, she couldn’t blame someone for feeling shame about something like that. “Hmm so you say.” Lizzie stops in her tracks and holds a hand out to stop the other as an ugly tall creature sauntered out from behind some bushes.

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“It is how wolves work for us,” Stiles replied with a slight shrug. “I know many wolves who got turned by bite. I’ve never heard of this gene trigger that you’re talking about.” He wanted to add something else when suddenly they stopped and some sort of a creature came into his view. For a moment, Stiles forgot that they’re invisible and fought the urge to properly hide somewhere - instead he stood completelly still, hoping that the creature wouldn’t notice them.

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Lizzie gives a nod of her head, it sounds like how Landon got into the know before he found out he was part bird. “If it helps my dad found out about the supernatural when his first wife faked her death and turned into a vampire.” She offers with a shrug not sure how that would be helpful to him but it was the only thing that came to her mind. “Who did your friend kill? To trigger the whole wolf thing? Is that too personal a question?” She asks in a low whisper unsure how others might take being asked something like that but she was curious and couldn’t help but want to know. “Compulsion, vampires have the ability to mind control. humans usually not witches like me or wolves.” She figured going into detail about the Originals seemed like a bit much, that would come up if the family ever did and since Hope was still pouting looking around for them she had to assume they weren’t an issue. “Oh nice, ditch me the second you find your friends. So typical of a guy I let hold my hand.”

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“That’s certainly one way to find out about the supernatural,” Stiles tilted his head at the information she had given him. “My friend didn’t kill anyone to get turned into a wolf,” he said, his eyebrows drawn together. “He got bit by an alpha and that’s how he turned... It sounds like it’s different from what you know?” He hummed quietly, taking in the new input. That vampires were real didn’t surprise him as much anymore - the fact that they apparently could really mind control humans was a whole other story. At her last comment, he let out a surprised laugh. “I’ll have you know, if you so wish, I’d drag you with me over to my friends.”

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Looking around the party Derek had felt off about the tight outfit that he was given little choice in opting out of, the tailors on these isles seemed used to not being told no and Derek not wanting to overly offend had no room to wiggle out of it. Though as the night went on Derek was starting to feel a tad off, there was something in the air that had the hair on the back of his neck raise. 

When people started shouting and running around Derek’s sense of his surrounding only grew, scanning the rooms, he noticed that his sight changed used to his werewolf enhanced sight this was something different altogether. Able to see the skeletal structure of the people at the party and through the walls of the castle Derek blinks a few times trying to refocus his eyes. Stumbling back as he rubbed his eyes, he quickly removes his hands to look at the hands touching him. “Fine, I’m fine. My eyes just feel funny.” He squeezes them shut once more as a burning sensation takes hold.

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Red’s look was concerned as he looked at the man - Derek, his mind supplied - in front of him. Something certainly didn’t feel right. How he knew Derek, he wasn’t quite sure. “Funny, how?” He couldn’t help but ask, as he slowly let go of the other but still let his hand hover in case Derek needed assistance. “And your eyes feeling funny certainly doesn’t sound like fine to me.”

Stil- Red wasn’t sure if the creature was one of the people at the party who had turned or if it was real. A deep urge within him told him to find his grandmother, to keep her safe and he ignored the small voice inside his mind telling him that something was wrong and that he did not have to worry about his grandmother or the wolf that he had seen at some point. 

Looking around amidst the chaos, he noticed someone stumbling and immediately reached for them to steady them. “Are you alright?”

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Lizzie nods slightly surprised by the fact but she supposed everyone should have a human buddy tag-a-long, “And no one had your memories wiped, weird. I mean my dad is human so I guess its not super unheard of.” She certainly wouldn’t be here today if her dad was compelled out of the supernatural world. “I have tons of experience, I mean with witches.” She was quick to add realizing that otherwise it only made her sound slutty, “I go to an all supernatural school founded by my parents, so I’ve grown up around it all, witches, vampires, werewolves.” She listed off feeling like her way of growing up was pretty progressive given how many thought the species couldn’t co-habitat. “Yes we can still be heard, so talk softly.” She answers quickly, “It lasts as long as I can keep the spell going, since I have a link to what seems to be an unlimited amount of magic we’re good though, you don’t have to stay close but it certainly wouldn’t hurt given if I lose focus I need you near by in order to put the cloak back up. But if you want to run off, have fun.”

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As she was talking, Stiles’ eyes widened both in excitement and curiousity. He really shouldn’t be surprised that vampires were a thing, too, but here he was. “That’s super interesting,” he replied, keeping his voice low. “I mean, I kinda stumbled into the whole supernatural world when my best friend got turned into a werewolf and while I’ve learned a lot since then, there’s still so much I  don’t know yet.” He paused for a short moment. “And what did you mean with having the memories wiped? Is that a thing? Because it’s not a thing where I’m from.” He shrugged. “And I don’t  think I’m going to run off anywhere anytime soon, unless we run into people I know, so what’s the plan?”

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“I don’t mean your costume, which we can unpack the meaning behind all that later, I mean… you’re not a witch, werewolf, vampire? What?” She could only assume that it was those of supernatural means that ended up on the islands, “Or are you one of the Faye?” She looks him over again, there were some things about Wade that this guy reminded her of but she couldn’t be sure. “Stiles? If you say so, I’m Lizzie, witch.” She introduces herself before making sure they were connected and uttering the spell, “invisique” Their forms going invisible to the rest of the world as long as she kept the spell going, “No one can see us now, you can let go of my hand now.”

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“I am very much human,” Stiles answered her question just as he let her go. “Who just happened to stumble into the world of the supernatural.” He shrugged. “It’s nice to meet you, Lizzie. I don’t have much experience with witches, I have to admit but I’m already liking the experience so far.” He paused for a short moment but wasn’t able to hold back his questions. “So how exactly does this work? We’re invisible now but I guess we can still be heard? How long does it last for? Do I have to stay within a certain range to you for it to keep working?”

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Lizzie rolls her eyes, “How very sweet sixteen of you.” She mutters shaking her head at him, which honestly it only made her think of MG. “Use a cloaking spell to creep around till we find out where the bad guy is, fight it or trap it.” She pauses looking the other over, she couldn’t find much magic on him which was fine the ground they walked on was siphon worthy enough. “Who and what are you supposed to be again?”

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Stiles chuckled at her reaction, being reminded of almost everyone in his life.  “Oh,” he perked up, “that’s awesome! I wish that was something I could do.” At her question, he grinned, “I thought the Red Riding Hood was pretty obvious. Name’s Stiles, by the way. What’s yours?”

@darkqueeneliza

Stiles froze. "You do know that this just makes me want to turn around even more." His head twitched, not sure if his flight or his fight instinct were settling in. "What's behind me?"

@brokentwin

"I wasn't going to," Stiles said - ignoring the small voice in his head that indeed said that he had been going to say that. "Splitting up is how people end up dead in horror movies! - What do you suggest?"

For many years, the tradition of Halloween had been something that Cora sat out on. After the death of her entire family, she hadn’t really been in the mood to celebrate any holiday even with the new pack she had joined. Though she had grown to the idea of a Christmas after a couple of years in Brazil, Halloween had always been a bit touchy. There wasn’t a point if her siblings weren’t there to trick or treat with her or dress up in crazy costumes trying to scare each other 24/7. This year, however, felt different and even though they had conveniently been brought to some other dimension, something the alpha was still trying to wrap her head around, she found herself enjoying the holiday once again. Maybe it was the fact that she knew Derek was at least alive or even that she had heard rumors that some people who had died were somehow ressurrected and she secretly hoped her family would be among them, whatever it was, she was now stood in the ballroom of the castle at the bar in her Wednesday Addams costume sipping at a scotch on the rocks as someone else approached. Brown hues glanced over, eyeing the others costume up and down. “And what exactly are you supposed to be,” she questioned, a brow perking slightly.

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Stiles had been sipping his beer and looking around to see if there were any friendly faces around to talk to. So far, he hadn’t had much luck in that regard until his eyes were fixed on Wednesday - or... Cora?! 

With a huge grin, he walked up to her, twirling at her question. “Why, isn’t it obvious?” He laughed before courtsy-ing in front of her. “Red Riding Hood. I found it very hilarious.” Taking another sip of his beer, his grin turned into an honest smile. “I do have to say, Wednesday is very fitting for you.”

“That’s good, I’m glad you and Scott are okay. I’m sure once we find Liam we can figure out how to get out of here, make sure we have everyone counted for and then go home.” He murmured, at the question he nodded. “Yeah, I’m okay. As good as I can be. I just hope Corey’s okay.”

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“We should definitely check if there are more around who we know - or, y’know, generally work with other people to see if there’s a way home. I’m sure we’re not the only ones who want to leave,” He clasped Mason’s shoulder. “I’m sure Corey’s okay!”

“He’s gotta be, I mean if we’re all here, then Liam’s probably here right?” He asked, taking another drink. “How are you? Is Scott okay?” He still wasn’t sure how they’d gotten here, but he knows that the more important thing is getting back home. 

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Stiles hummed, taking another sip from his drink. “It wouldn’t surprise me if he was here, we should keep an eye out.” How was  he? Well, if that wasn’t the question of the century. “Considering the circumstances, I’m fine,” he replied with a shrug. “Scott’s okay, yes - at least he was the last time I’ve seen him. How about you? You doing okay?”

As the person spoke and by their mannerisms Mason realized quickly who it was, only having it truly confirmed when Stiles’ gave his name. “Stiles?” He laughed, removing his full mask and revealing his face to the other. “It’s me, it’s Mason.” He grinned, “Thanks for the drink, I didn’t know who you were at first with the lighting and everything.” He admitted as he took the drink and sipped at it. 

“Have you seen Liam?” 

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Stiles blinked as the stranger-not-so-stranger told him he was Mason. “Mason, it’s you!” He exclaimed with a grin, “Sorry, I may’ve had a drink or two too many,” he said. “Or, y’know, as you said, the lighting is obviously bad.” Still grinning, he took another sip from his own very much alcoholic drink.

“I haven’t, no. Is he also here? I’ve only run into Scott and Cora.” And Theo. Ugh. “And now you, obviously.”

Mason was standing in the bar, looking around at all the lights and decorations, it was pretty intense, pretty too. He was still admiring everything when someone approached him, shoving a drink in his general direction. 

“Oh uh.. hi? I’m not old enough to drink.. I’m only eighteen.” He admitted softly, looking up from the sweet looking drink that was being offered to him. 

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Stiles had been watching the other enter the bar and had decided that the stranger looked thirsty. Thus, he had decided to grab one of the non-alcoholic cocktail options - not knowing if the other drank alcohol. 

The fact that he was already several drinks in, he noticed too late that maybe he should have said something before just thrusting the drink into the other’s face.

“Oh, yeah, right, sorry,” he started, still holding out the drink, “this is one of the non-alcoholic drinks. I think it has blackberry syrup and club soda in it. I’ve had one earlier and it was really good.” As he kept on babbling, he realized that maybe offering a stranger a drink out of nowhere could be considered strange. “That being said, I get it if you don’t like, trust me. I’m sorry, I never stop talking, I’m Stiles by the way!”