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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]

Stiles' breath shoots in with a gulp, his eyes widening even more in the wake of all that shaking - Jesus, she's pissed, and all because, what? She thinks he's fae?

"Wh-what kind of - " Stiles swallows again, lets out a nervous laugh. "You think I'm a- like a mythical creat- Oh, good Lord, what the hell is that?" he punctuates as the moth starts to free itself from her hair.

He's gonna die. He's gonna die here and he never even got laid. "I'm not fae! I'm not anything! I'm just a stupid lousy human with stupid lousy nothing! I swear to fucking God, I'm not anything!"

[investigations]

"And I'm supposed to believe you?"

There are more moths now, of various sizes -- one peels itself off of the bare skin on her face, coming free with a pop and a tiny breath of air. Her face is changing, too; she's substantially prettier than she was a moment ago, but there is something deeply inhuman about the cast of her features.

That being said -- while many have disguised themselves, none of the fae she's ever encountered have genuinely denied their true nature. He's a fae, she's sure of it... but she should check one more time before she rips his throat out.

[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.