Fff.. I have no idea. I'd have to ask them. Maybe I could... fly over?
[His eyes went to the broom leaning against the wall of his lab. Hermione had shown him how to fly it twice, though she'd never gotten more than a few feet off the air. Stiles had gone a bit higher and flown into a tree exactly twice. Not too shabby.]
I don't-- [He shakes his head. He just got stabbed right in the face through a sort of direwolf mindmeld, he can't think straight enough to decipher Stiles Speak right now. Best just let it go.] Can you do something, then? Can you help?
[ooc: HAHA WHOOPS okay so I'm a complete boob I was looking at totally the wrong place on the map actually it might be fairly quick for Stiles to go to the Station Ring and fly south because it's right here I think. Idk just pretend Jon said that my brain is 100% gone tonight.]
Northeast, along the river Astar and hidden in the mountains there. [He casts a look away from the locket, towards the rest of the party, equally bloodied.] Please. My little sister is with us. [You know, the one you don't want to bang Stiles.]
[ooc: ha ha, oh god. let's just pretend that we both know what we're doing? Yes, pretending is good.]
Right. Okay, well... I might be able to fly to the ring to get to the Station, then fly to you from there instead of flying directly from here to there. Would probably be faster. Just... give me enough time to make this and make sure it's right. I don't want to bring you out faulty potions.
[Whoa, whoa, hey there, Jon. No one said anything about banging anyone.
I'll test it before I go on something small [Like a paper cut] before I bring it out. No point in me coming out to help if I bring something that makes it worse, right? I don't, ah... timewise? I haven't really pushed the broom to see how fast it can go. Can you give me an hour? To do the potion, make sure it works, then try to get to you?
[Consider it added to the list of things that Stiles is now expected to magically heal. No pressure or anything. Jeez.]
Yeah, okay. I'll just fly over head until I see... a bunch of bleeding people. Okay, just... give me an hour and I'll be on my way. Try not to die before I get there, okay? It'd be a waste of a potion.
[That's Stilesese for 'Maybe I care, you dumb jerk'.]
omg bless i love all these threads (but i've been working so late these last couple days :c)
[Don't think he doesn't see right through that, Stiles. Still... he glances back behind him, silent for a split second.]
If we don't survive-- [If Reynard has some even more terrible power than he has just shown, and rides them down to tear the shards from their chests... Well, he's probably showing his hand here, but he doesn't really care. He can think up some excuse later, or he can be too dead for it to matter.] Lady Alayne: you must needs see her safe.
Boo, work. =( These threads make me laugh so hard.
That does have him squinting more, curious about his association with Sansa. She hadn't mentioned him much beyond that she liked him and maybe Stiles was a tad suspicious. Maybe.]
What do you think I'm going to do, leave her to the wolves? Wait, probably not as bad a thing where you come from. I'll keep an eye on her, don't worry about it.
[He'd ask about the whys of it later.]
You just... keep quiet wherever you are. An hour, Jon. I'll be there in an hour.
yes omg ps also they should have their man-date at the station after stiles brings the potions
Repay me by staying alive. Then maybe paying for at least one round of the smorgasbord we're going to have when I get your uneducated ass to the Station. Sound good?
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[His eyes went to the broom leaning against the wall of his lab. Hermione had shown him how to fly it twice, though she'd never gotten more than a few feet off the air. Stiles had gone a bit higher and flown into a tree exactly twice. Not too shabby.]
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You... can fly?
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[Duh, Jon. Keep up.]
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I don't-- [He shakes his head. He just got stabbed right in the face through a sort of direwolf mindmeld, he can't think straight enough to decipher Stiles Speak right now. Best just let it go.] Can you do something, then? Can you help?
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Yeah, uh... crap. Which way are you from Caer Glaem? I'll put together what I can and try to provide some aerial support.
[Fire from above, bitches.]
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Northeast, along the river Astar and hidden in the mountains there. [He casts a look away from the locket, towards the rest of the party, equally bloodied.] Please. My little sister is with us. [You know, the one you don't want to bang Stiles.]
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Right. Okay, well... I might be able to fly to the ring to get to the Station, then fly to you from there instead of flying directly from here to there. Would probably be faster. Just... give me enough time to make this and make sure it's right. I don't want to bring you out faulty potions.
[Whoa, whoa, hey there, Jon. No one said anything about banging anyone.
...
You stay out of his spank bank.]
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We'll make for the Aster, though you'll likely have an easier time crossing it on your.... broom.
And this made me perk up =) I've been looking forward to Jon tags.
Yeah, okay. I'll just fly over head until I see... a bunch of bleeding people. Okay, just... give me an hour and I'll be on my way. Try not to die before I get there, okay? It'd be a waste of a potion.
[That's Stilesese for 'Maybe I care, you dumb jerk'.]
omg bless i love all these threads (but i've been working so late these last couple days :c)
[Don't think he doesn't see right through that, Stiles. Still... he glances back behind him, silent for a split second.]
If we don't survive-- [If Reynard has some even more terrible power than he has just shown, and rides them down to tear the shards from their chests... Well, he's probably showing his hand here, but he doesn't really care. He can think up some excuse later, or he can be too dead for it to matter.] Lady Alayne: you must needs see her safe.
Boo, work. =( These threads make me laugh so hard.
[See, he could do fancy-pants speak too, Jon.
That does have him squinting more, curious about his association with Sansa. She hadn't mentioned him much beyond that she liked him and maybe Stiles was a tad suspicious. Maybe.]
What do you think I'm going to do, leave her to the wolves? Wait, probably not as bad a thing where you come from. I'll keep an eye on her, don't worry about it.
[He'd ask about the whys of it later.]
You just... keep quiet wherever you are. An hour, Jon. I'll be there in an hour.
yes omg ps also they should have their man-date at the station after stiles brings the potions
Thank you, Stiles. I don't know how to repay you.
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