01, video.

[workout]

[ there's an awkward second of someone fumbling with the device. when scott steps back a second later, the reason's obvious: he's trying to get it to balance on his desk, giving a clear view of both him and isaac standing a few feet off. ]

Hey. My name's Scott. I was here once before, so I guess I don't really have any questions.

[ except for maybe why am i back, but he knows that'd just be wasting time. anyway, they're broadcasting for a reason, and that's not it. ]

I know stuff is really weird here, like angels and superheroes and shapeshifters, so I don't really get the point in— [ keeping secrets? that's pretty broad. he obviously didn't map this speech out, so rather than making more of a mess he just stumbles for the finish line. ] I'm a werewolf. If you have a problem with that, let me know.

[ there's no challenge in his tone. it sounds more like "sorry, but we can probably talk it out". he almost steps forward to end the feed there, catching himself abruptly to add: ]

Isaac too. [ And Isaac offers a casual little wave at that, in the midst of all his eyerolling at Scott's... presentation of sorts. Really, Scott. ]

People are missing and people are hurt, and we want to help, but we can't do anything if we're too busy hiding. [ which is the real point of this, except hold up, one last thing. ] And we know there's a full moon in a few days, but we aren't crazy and we won't hurt anyone.


( ooc: icly the day after the party/kidnappings. all dialogue is scott's because isaac is rude, but replies will come from one or both! )

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[freezerburned]

Yeah? You've got any similar stories?

[hyanaimne]

[she tilts her head a bit, then tugs her hood back and tucks some hair behind her ear - not quite as long as an Elf's, but obviously different from a human's]

My kind has a stigma against them as well. I am half-Elven.

[freezerburned]

...oh.

Oh wow.

[Um give him a minute to compute this.]

That's... pretty cool.

[hyanaimne]

[. . . she can't help it. She laughs]

Is it?

[freezerburned]

I think so. I mean, you get all the racial attributes of both, right?

[Isaac is not a D&D nerd, Isaac is not a D&D nerd...]

[hyanaimne]

[oh my god]

I have them, yes. Are you familiar with my kind?

[freezerburned]

[He's too cool to be a nerd!!!]

...not really, no. Elves are just- made up, in our world. Fantasy stuff.

[hyanaimne]

Ah, you are from one of those worlds. [she gives a shrug] I think the saying is "the best of both worlds"? When it comes to what I am. Even if we are not welcome, we blend in rather well.

[freezerburned]

That makes sense.

[He nods.]

But you know what werewolves are? Like, they exist in your world?

[hyanaimne]

Mm, though I've only heard stories of them.

[freezerburned]

...good stories, I hope.

Most of the stories in our world involve mauling and murder.

[hyanaimne]

[she smiles a bit]

I've heard and read stories of all sorts about them. While some include . . . that . . . it is usually not something that they were able to control.

[freezerburned]

Well- for the record, Scott and I have control. Even on a full moon.

[hyanaimne]

I doubt you and your friend would make such an announcement if you couldn't.

And even if you could not, how could I fear such charming young men?

[Tempest pls]

[freezerburned]

[....oho, half elf chick's got game.]

Don't let the face fool you. [He lifts an eyebrow.] I can be fearsome when I want to be.

[hyanaimne]

[oh no it's adorable, tease it further]

I am afraid, my dear, that I do not scare easily.

[freezerburned]

Oh?

[Isaac's eyes narrow and they illuminate, flashing from blue to a bright gold color. It's only there for a split second as he grins with teeth that are definitely sharper than they should be- but it's pulled back after a moment. Just a hint of what he is.]

Wanna bet?

[Honey, you're trying to prove to the city that you're not scary. This is the opposite of what you want to do.]

[hyanaimne]

[Tempest blinks, surprised. She wasn't expecting that, and for a moment Isaac has certainly caught her off-guard.

. . . but then she laughs, ruining it]

My.

[freezerburned]

[It honestly makes him laugh too, and he rubs at the back of his neck, a little awkwardly.]

Here I am threatening you and I don't know your name.

[hyanaimne]

I am used to that, believe it or not.

My name is Tempest. And yours is Isaac, yes? Well met.

[freezerburned]

Guess it is.

[Well, he means.]

I'd believe it. I'm kind of used to that line of threatening by now. Not about who you are, but what you are type thing?

[hyanaimne]

Mm, exactly. I kept being a half-blood secret, of course, but not many people are fond of mercenaries, either, where I am from. Especially women mercenaries.

[freezerburned]

...mercenary?

[MAN that's so cool.]

Like a warrior for hire?

[hyanaimne]

[. . . this is the most surreal conversation ever. She can't think of anyone who actually looked excited to learn what she was]

Mmm, yes. I was hired for my magic. Whoever needed a skilled mage and paid the right price, I would take the job.

[freezerburned]

...like an actual mage.

[Wow gurl u just keep getting cooler and cooler.]

Spellbooks and all that?