meme } { open rp post

[iluvroadrunner6]

It's pretty simple. This post is open. You can tag it with someone with a request or to be surprised, prompts optional (though if you leave it up to me it will probably be ridiculous), and let's have some fun. Muselist is HERE.

Have fun my dears.

Comments

[failwithflair]

Exactly. Sometimes because it's where you need to be.

[lockwood]

It's home. Whether you like it or not.

[failwithflair]

Hopefully sometimes the "like" outweighs the "not."

[lockwood]

Yeah. Sometimes it does. [Not at the moment, though.]

[failwithflair]

[she watches him for a moment.]

I take it now is more of the "not"?

[lockwood]

A definite not.

[failwithflair]

Any chance you want to talk about it? I'm a good listener.

[lockwood]

Pretty sure you wouldn't believe half of it if I told you. [Hybrids, sire bonds, it's all pretty crazy.]

[failwithflair]

I don't know. I can believe a lot.

[you're talking to Little Red Riding Hood the Werewolf. Crazy is relative, Tyler.]

[lockwood]

[He doesn't know that though. He thinks this is a more normal town than Mystic Falls. Those exist, right?]

Oh? Can you now?

[failwithflair]

Absolutely.

[she braces her hands on either side of the counter, leaning in a little so that she's at eye level.]

Try me.

[lockwood]

Well, for starters, my whole pack and my mother were murdered by a psychotic thousand year old hybrid. [It's a risk. But if she responds badly, he can compel her. The truth is he does need to tell someone.]

[failwithflair]

[There's a whole mess of emotions that cross Ruby's face as she processes that information. First, there's a small bit of longing at the mention of pack, followed by recognition, and sympathy. Losing all that family in one go has to be hard on anyone.

Then there's a second half of processing that happens afterwards, where logical part of her brain recognizes that he said pack. There are other werewolves? In this world, without magic? She can't leave the town, she knows that, not without losing who she is, but the idea that there are other wolves out there, other packs ... it's something she's wanted for a long time.

Then ... it settles simply on confusion.]

A hybrid of what?

[lockwood]

[There are other packs out there. Not a lot of them anymore, but they exist. They're out there. Not Tyler's though. They're all dead. Because he made the wrong choices. Because his mother is wrong -- he isn't a leader. He doesn't know to lead anyone.

He's surprised it's her only question, but maybe she knows more than she lets on. It's always possible.]

Half vampire, half werewolf.

[failwithflair]

[Now she's even more confused. She doesn't know much about vampires, but from what she does know about wolves -- she can't imagine what kind of a monster that would make.]

Shouldn't one cancel out the other?

[lockwood]

You'd think that, but no.

[failwithflair]

Huh.

[She glances back to him again, tipping her head to the side.]

Why is he attacking you?

[lockwood]

I pissed him off. In his eyes, betrayed him.

[failwithflair]

That seems a little like overreacting to me.

[lockwood]

Yeah well, he's really good at that.

[failwithflair]

I'm guessing.

[she pauses]

Well, you're welcome to hide out here for as long as you need. We're pretty out of the way.

[lockwood]

Thanks. I could use a rest for a few days, at least

[failwithflair]

Do you have a picture of him? Or a description? We have some people here with pretty powerful magic. If we know who he is we can stop him before he gets to you.

[lockwood]

I could sketch a picture, I guess.

[failwithflair]

That would be perfect. If ... you don't mind?

[and if you can draw, but she figures he wouldn't have bothered to offer if he didn't.]