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[semifreakingnormal]

Are none of you losers actually weirded out that we heard from the Admiral? I mean, when's the last time this asshole sad anything? It's like radio silence for months, and then oh hey, keep an eye out kids? Lame.

But at least he's back to putting on the food, right? I was getting so sick of waiting on you freaks to bring stuff back.

[He's tossing a lacrosse ball at the ceiling, laying on his back on the bed. The ball hits the ceiling methodically, dropping back into his hand, never interfering with how he holds the communicator in his other hand. He looks, unsurprisingly, very bored.]

And this flood is weird. I'm starting to think we should put a game together.

[He smiles, and there's a hint of fang pushing past his lips.] Who wants to play chase the inmate?

[Private to Daneca]

Come make out with me. [Or slap him. That would be super okay too.]

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[routemistress]

Oh 'ello there. I don't recommend it, Scott love. Mine still bites back. And you're not where you think you are.

[semifreakingnormal]

I bite just as hard. [lol no, sit down scott] And I'm pretty sure I'm still on the Barge.

[routemistress]

Not the barge you think you're on. Come to that, Vic's not been me inmate in years either, but 'e'll still teach you better manners if we see any nonconsensual chasing. Got it, puppy?

[semifreakingnormal]

Did you just call me a puppy?

[routemistress]

Need the fur tweezing out your ears, did you?

[semifreakingnormal]

Who d'you think you are?

[routemistress]

Remember Bianca, do you, Scott?

I'm not 'er.

[Flatly. Taking none of your werewolf lip, sonny.]

[semifreakingnormal]

[But he has so much to give! 8c] No, or you wouldn't be stupid enough to talk down to me.

[routemistress]

She flattered you so she could point you at people, Scott. Now I'm not interested in 'aving this pissing match, 'cause in three days we'll be mates again and our own Scott doesn't need the hassle. Just don't pick on anyone that's not your own size and we don't 'ave a problem.

[semifreakingnormal]

My size is pretty encompassing, Bianca. Or whoever you think you are today.

[The knowledge doesn't sit too well with him - he doesn't like the idea of being used, never has, and he made that terribly clear at home when he tore out Peter's throat. It doesn't have the same effect here.]

[routemistress]

Don't. Call me that. By 'eck, does the 'air grow directly on your brain or summat? Our own Scott were never this thick.

[semifreakingnormal]

Oh yeah? Tell me about him. [The growl is in his voice, and he gestures at her on the screen.] And tell me what I should call you, if not Bianca. [The repetition is intentional and very obvious.]

[routemistress]

Iris. And our Scott doesn't need to wave 'is dick and threaten folk to make 'imself respected. That doesn't say big man to me, Scott, it says scared puppy.

[semifreakingnormal]

[In a second, his eyes are red and his teeth are long and his cheeks are...muttonchopped. He's not smart enough to be an alpha, not with the way he became one, not yet. He's too young, too ignorant, too focused on being as strong as he can be without letting on that he has no idea what he's doing.]

Except I don't have anything to be scared of.

[routemistress]

[She knows. She doesn't know the backstory, but it's obvious from his posturing. At the back of her thoughts Iris is practically singing in gratitude that her Scott, that adorable clever gentle boy with so much to grow into, has escaped this particular dead end.]

...No, I expect you don't.

[It's a lie; but if it's a lie that'll mollify him for now she'll go for it. She really doesn't want her own Scott to come back from this flood deathtolling because Bruce or Victor had to put the rabid version down.]

[semifreakingnormal]

Yeah, that's right. [The real Scott has heart and will and compassion. He's a true alpha. This Scott destroyed that part of himself by killing Peter. He stole his power. He ruined what he could have been. His chin juts up, satisfied.]