TEST DRIVE

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[ 1. ] Comment with a character you'd like to test out in the game's setting. Put their name and series in the title! [ 2. ] Action posts, bulletin board spam, walkie-talkie exchanges, or network entries are all acceptable! [ 3. ] Tag around with one another! Figure out preexisting CR for characters returning to camp, and get an idea of what new CR you could get! [ 4. ] App all those characters. You can use your threads from this for one of your samples! [ 5. ] Have fun!

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Derek Hale | I hate you Sisi | Teen Wolf

[triskeles]

[ Visiting Psychonaut, get. ]

if you really hated me you wouldn't do it ~♥

[hypercompetent]

[Stiles heard word that Derek was visiting before anyone else even got wind of it, mostly because he'd been talking to a couple of dead people he probably shouldn't have, particularly one Laura Hale. It wasn't his fault she came to seek him out. It was partially his fault that he found her infinitely more hilarious than her grouchy-ass younger brother.

His general goal was to get the jump on him before Derek even knew that he had knowledge of his arrival, and so, he's poised with a water gun in a bush, which he merrily greets the incoming Psychonaut with by blasting it right in his face.

Who needs clairvoyance. He's so got this.]

GRUMBLES AT

[triskeles]

[ One of these days, Derek is actually going to utilize his mediumship ability-- shaky as it is-- and tell Laura off for talking to Stiles so much. Not like she'd ever listen to him, but goddamn he was going to tell her to leave it alone.

Especially now, when he winds up with half a face of water. The only reason it's half is because of reflexes, but he still gets partially doused in water because Stiles Stilinski is a little punkass brat. ]

Stilinski!

shooshpaps

[hypercompetent]

Haaaaaale~

[He practically sings that from his hiding spot behind the bush--but quickly realizes his very stupid mistake of completely and totally giving away his position.

Crap.

There was definitely a reason why Stiles didn't do so hot in the more offensive areas of their training. Grinning like a loon he rolls out from under the bush and springs up to his feet, pumping the trigger of the water gun to shoot at him again. Might as well go down swinging.]

Did you forget about camp initiation? You can't come back in here expecting sunshine and butterflies!

GRUmble.......

[triskeles]

[ Suspicions proved right, Derek whips around in the direction of Stiles' voice and eventually his actual, physical self. Stalking forward towards him, not even bothering to wipe the water from his face, he glowers even harder as he starts firing at him again. The water fizzles out, though, as he resists the intense urge to set a certain camper on fire. More reasons than one, for that.

Unfortunately for Stiles, it's only partially because setting campers on fire is frowned upon. ]

Did you forget the camp initiation of being thrown into the lake? Because that's about to happen. To you.

kisses head

[hypercompetent]

Holy shit.
[At least his first reaction was fear. Mostly. Derek sent the water fizzling with probably just the sheer power of the anger coming out of his eyebrows. But after the initial reaction, because Stiles cannot actually understand the word "threat", he waves his gun again, taunting,]

Gonna have to catch me first!

[And fucking books it because if Derek catches him he will make good on his promise. Somewhere he can hear Laura laughing hysterically.]

rumble

[triskeles]

[ There isn't a need to accept the subtle shift of focus required for him to see around Stiles that Laura is probably there, and Laura is probably laughing. At both of them. She has a strange fondness for talking to Stiles and dragging him into things every time they're within range of each other, and it gets absurdly annoying after a while.

Here, especially. But he just focuses on Stiles, and storms after him with ease. The camp hasn't changed since he was a camper, so the terrain is easy to navigate after the fleeing teenager. ]

♥ /chu

[hypercompetent]

[What Derek doesn't know is that it's really only half Laura dragging him into things. Stiles enjoys agitating Derek just as much as Laura enjoys initiating it; there's a certain pleasure out of getting mister Tall, Dark and Grumpy all flustered and messed up.

However, there's less pleasure in the consequences, but Stiles has never been very detail-oriented when it comes to his slapdash plans. Ducking behind a tree, Stiles makes it decently for before he stops to catch his breath, trying to peek over his shoulder as discreetly as humanly possible.

Where the hell did he go.]

♥ mrr

[triskeles]

[ Of course. Derek wouldn't be surprised, not with the frequency with which Stiles enjoys seeking him out to give him hell. Even with the fact that there's no hesitation in his swift retribution. (He will deny forever the fact that he occasionally enjoys the chase and their banter, because then Laura will never leave him alone and it will be even worse from Stiles' end.)

As Stiles disappears behind the tree, he pulls invisibility over him like a cloak. After telekinesis, it's his best ability, and he's not going to put it to waste.

Coming up next to him with his invisibility in effect still, he calmly reaches out and slowly walks his fingers up his shoulder-- imitating a large insect or other psitanium-mutated creepy crawly while he's looking in the other direction. ]

edits 950834067 times

[hypercompetent]

[Stiles screams.

Like a little girl.]

SNRKS

[triskeles]

[ It takes all of Derek's willpower to not crack up laughing at him, but he focuses so that he can walk his fingers higher, towards the back of his neck. ]

1/3 eue

[hypercompetent]

Ohmygodohmygodohmygod! [It's mostly under his breath after that because he's trying to stay as still as possible so that whatever it is will just get off of him, oh my god.

If his offensive skills were any better he could probably try to push it off with a shield or something. But instead, he finally loses his patience with trying to get it off of him and flails his limbs around in what some might call a turn, branding his hands.]

Stay back, I'm brain-arm--

[......there's nothing there.]

[hypercompetent]

[.............................wait a second.]

--Ugh, Derek! Don't think I can't tell it's y--

[hypercompetent]

[....................wait a second.]


SHIT.

[He's dead.]

[triskeles]

[ Derek chooses that moment to become visible, hand at his neck grabbing him by the scruff of the shirt while the other goes to make sure he doesn't get a faceful of water, should the water gun have any left in it. ]

Hi, Stiles.

[hypercompetent]

[Which is smart, because the first thing he does is try to shoot him in the face again. Stiles squirms around to try and get free, wheedling and pretty much moving all of his limbs in an attempt to run like hell because Derek is either going to maim him, kill him, or maim him and then kill him, depending on his current mood.]

Has anyone ever told you you're really creepy?

[Not helping.]

[triskeles]

You do.

[ Ignoring his attempts at getting free, Derek actually hefts him up and begins to carry him away with only a small amount of telekinesis to assist him in carrying 145 pounds of squirming teenager.

In the direction of the lake. ]

Often, actually.

relevant upside down screaming icon

[hypercompetent]

NOOOnononononononono! [SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT HE'S SO FUCKED] Put me down, do I look like a freaking sack of potatoes to you?! Oh my Goooodddd!

Yep.

[triskeles]

A sack of potatoes is less obnoxious than you.

[ Sorry, Stiles. He's just gonna keep on walking. ]

Heavier, too.

[hypercompetent]

[DEVISING AN ESCAPE PLAN it's not going very well.]

Then go back to your stupid life of potato sack lifting, Farmer Eyebrows.

[He's really really not helping his situation here at all.]

[triskeles]

[ Nope.

Derek doesn't reward him with a reply, and instead makes his way down the walkway leading to the docks on the lake. ]

[hypercompetent]

[KICKING AT YOUR SHINS]

Augh don't you dare!

[triskeles]

[ That's a little bit annoying, Stiles. Kind of like a gnat buzzing around his face.

But he'll remedy that by stopping at the edge of one dock, hefting him up and giving him a good toss into the water. ]

[psychiclilies]

[Sigh. Time to be a good daughter and go around greeting her dad's subordinates.]

Agent Hale. I trust the trip wasn't too difficult?

[triskeles]

[ Ah, she's doing her rounds now. He figured he'd see her eventually, and here she is. ]

Miss Zanotto. It went well enough. Yours?