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[investigations]

Who: Rosa and Stiles
Where: Near the fountain
When: Day 34, just after sunset
What: Questions and answers. Maybe.


Rosa hasn't been here long, but she's already desperate to get back home. She doesn't really think there'll be anything useful in the square, and she doubts Stiles can provide her with any more information; still, a small chance is still a chance, and she doesn't plan on passing up any opportunity to find a way back.

She pulls her shawl tighter around her and checks her handbag as she makes her way towards the fountain, keeping an eye out for Stiles.

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[stiling]

Oh, God, he's going to die, he's going to die - he's watching the moths in abject horror, vaguely impressed and, yes, terribly fucking fascinated, but it's a little hard to concentrate on the nerdier, intrigued sides of him when there's all this in his face, slamming him up into a building.

"I-If I was a fae or, or anything, really-" He searches his mind, everything ticking a million miles a minute. "Why wouldn't I be using my powers, why wouldn't I be fighting back? R-right?" It's all he's got in his arsenal, and he feels pitiful for it. Pitiful might be good in this kind of situation.

[investigations]

He... is human? His aura is normal; there's no trace of anything out of the ordinary.

"I don't..."

A cold knot forms in the pit of Rosa's stomach as she releases Stiles abruptly, taking a step back. She's still furious, but the rage is starting to fade; instead, it's being replaced by horror.

She'd just nearly killed someone, over some stupid mistake. She'd been wrong, and she almost ripped some teenager's throat out. How could she have been so wrong, and so, so stupid?

"I... oh Jesus." Without a word, she turns on her heel and flees.