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[ashehole]

Open RP Post


⊛ find a character you want to play with and respond to their thread. can't find who you want? let me know!
⊛ we can make up a scenario, adapt a meme of some sort, or... something else? whatever the fuck we want.
⊛ if you need ideas, the random scenario meme has just about anything you could want.
⊛ wanna do a picture prompt? we can do some picture prompts.
⊛ FUCK YEAH WE'RE TOTALLY ROLEPLAYING RIGHT NOW!!!

Handy-Dandy Quick Links:
Vanessa Cleveland ⊛ Catty Turner ⊛ Finnick Odair ⊛ Belle Beaumont ⊛ Chloe Saunders
Commander Shepard ⊛ Piper McLean ⊛ Jordan Langley ⊛ Jaime Lannister ⊛ Eli Keaton
Sally Malik ⊛ Corey Carling ⊛ Shadow ⊛ Fenris ⊛ Meetra Surik
Revan ⊛ Keiko Nakagawa ⊛ Alyss Heart ⊛ Ava ⊛ James
Percy Jackson ⊛ Frank Zhang ⊛ Helen ⊛ Jason Grace ⊛ David Levin
April O'Neil ⊛ Galen Marek ⊛ Reyna ⊛ Jackson Swift ⊛ Jaime Reyes
Fran Zhang (AU) ⊛ Jasa Grace (AU) ⊛ Piper McLean (AU) ⊛ Gretel ⊛ Sirius Black
Cullen ⊛ Liv Durand ⊛ Maddie Moss ⊛ Daniel Bianchi ⊛ Finley Odair (AU)
Persephone Jackson (AU) ⊛ Derek Hale ⊛ Raleigh Becket ⊛ Allison Argent ⊛ Liam Hunt
Seph McCauley ⊛ Jonah Kinlock ⊛ Edward Kenway ⊛ Aveline de Grandpre ⊛ Gale Hawthone
Will Scarlet ⊛ Korra ⊛ Carswell Thorne ⊛ Scarlet Benoit

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[tsunderek]

Derek likes being alone. There's a reason why he always is. But it doesn't seem like there's really any point in telling her to go. She's not going to. He knows Maya enough to know that she's stubborn like that. And more to the point, she's not a wolf, not part of his pack. He can't actually order her to go.

He growls a sigh, more wolf than man, but her movements are obvious. He picks up his pace - slightly, because she doesn't get to order him around. Fine, whatever. He'll go exploring.

[pawpular]

Her ears twitch when she hears the growl, and he gets another amused chuff for his troubles. Don't be a baby. Honestly, it's like hanging out with her is hard or something.

But her purring echoes across the space between them when he picks up the pace, an obvious indication that he's pleased her. Maya runs on ahead again, winding her way easily through the trees until she disappears from sight. He might think she's given up on him, but her claws sink satisfyingly into the bark of a suitable looking tree as she drags herself up into the branches. Her superior eyesight locks on him through the leaves, watching to see what he'll do next.

Maya's kind of impressed she's managed to hold the form for this long. Here's hoping she doesn't lose control in the middle of this, because that could get embarrassing. Fast.

[tsunderek]

It's down right difficult, obviously. It's easier to hang out with her as a cougar than it is when she's a girl, but Derek's always had little patience. No, not always, but that's someone who has been gone for a long time anyway.

When Maya finally disappears, it doesn't really matter to him if she's disappeared on him. That's basically what he's wanted. And yet, he keeps moving forward, keeps following the trail that she leaves for him. There's a thread of thought there that he should probably look into but that would require too much effort that he doesn't want to explore anyway.

He shoves his hands into the pockets of his jeans, pretty much glowering with each step that he takes. It's not about her; it's because of himself.

[pawpular]

If she were a girl again, she'd smile. He keeps on coming, for whatever reason, and she's pleased with that.

She's not sure why she's latched on to Derek out of all the werewolves who belatedly arrived in their little sanctuary. He's made it more than clear that he has his own agenda, and isn't interested in playing nice. He's there because he has to be, not because he wants to be.

Maybe Maya can relate to that.

She waits for him to pass under her, go ahead a little. And then she drops to the ground without warning, yowling a little. Not angrily or threatening; she's mostly just making noise to surprise him.

[tsunderek]

It doesn't help that, out of all of them, Derek is still the oldest. No longer a teenager, and yet he's surrounded by them. There's a clear separation here. He's caught in the middle of the adults who are not supernatural, and the teenagers who definitely are more overpowered than is good for them.

His own pack included, for what it's worth.

Sometimes, he wishes he was close to Peter, or that his psychotic uncle had stuck around at all.

All the time, he misses his mother, his alpha. He wonders if she would have known what to do with all of this.

Derek barely reacts. He looks human, but he's still a wolf. And he could still smell her nearby, still hear her touch the ground. He looks over his shoulder, half-amused.

"Is that really the best you have?"

[pawpular]

Maya hisses at him, affronted. After all, if he wasn't such a baby about having fun, she wouldn't have to walk on eggshells around him. He'd made it seem like dropping out of trees was all he could handle without keeling over from sheer impotent rage.

She likes to think she got that across, somehow. And if that doesn't work, the way her muscles bunch might clue him in. She makes sure her claws are retracted, obviously, but that's about the only precaution she takes before she launches herself at him, fulling intent on knocking him to the ground.

[tsunderek]

Derek doesn't suspect that who knows how many pounds of muscle and flying cat fur is going to jump at him, but it should have been obvious. Teenagers, he swears.

He takes her in the chest, making a loud grunting noise as his hands immediately go to her front legs. He backs up, stumbles. His face shifts, more wolf than man now, eyes glowing red.

There's power in his muscles, behind his actions. His human frame belies the strength he has, and while she's big, powerful, so is he. It's not meant to be particularly threatening or to hurt her, but when she smacks against him, he throws her back to the ground.

There's a brief flash of a grin on his face.

[pawpular]

Maya bears down with her strength, but even when he's completely human, it turns out that Derek has formidable strength.

She'd sort of known that in theory, but in practice it's a whole lot different, and she'd kind of been expecting to push him down. Having the tables turned takes her by surprise, makes it easier for him to throw her down.

She scrambles back to all fours almost immediately, an irritated yowl tugging itself from the back of her throat. But she catches that grin as she starts to pace back and forth in front of him, tail swishing. The yowl dies in her throat, and there's a moment of silence in which she prowls a full loop around him, looking for a hole in his defences. And then she chuffs again, sounding almost smug.

Made you smile.

[tsunderek]

His nails elongate - his own version of the claws coming out - with a growl in his throat. Not a threatening one, but not exactly the most inviting. If she's going to go for him again, he's going to fight back. Play back. However Maya wants to view it, really.

The amused chuff has him snorting. It's not like he's incapable of smiling. He just really doesn't care to, especially when he's surrounded by incredibly annoying kids. That takes a toll on people who already have very little patience.

"How long can you really keep that form up?" Because eventually, she's going to go back to being just a regular girl again.

[pawpular]

There's a light of curiosity in the way she watches him, the way his body changes, rises to the challenge. Everything about this new world is fascinating to her, but watching people change shape obviously has the biggest draw.

She likes the way he sounds, she decides. Maybe others would be intimidated, but it's not like Maya doesn't make her own variety of unusual noises, regardless of if she's a girl or cougar. Honestly, it kind of helps her feel less weird, hearing him growl at her.

How long can you really keep that form up? There's a question. Maya honestly has no idea, but this isn't a bad way of testing it. Well, she hopes. She makes a quick switch of direction without responding to that question, launching herself at him again. She's more focussed this time, bearing down harder. It's kind of freeing, not having to worry about if she's going to hurt him or anything.

[tsunderek]

Maya launches herself at him again, and he's more prepared for it this time. He shifts his feet, squaring his body to prepare for the attack. She hits him harder than before, but he's ready for it. His arms wrap around her bulky body, flipping her onto her back and away from him.

Do skinwalkers land on their feet, too?

The weird thing is, he's enjoying this. The physical activity, the mock attacks. There's something calming about violence. Maybe that's just the wolf inside of him.

[pawpular]

Skinwalkers land heavily on their side when they're thrown from a low enough height that they can't get their feet under them. Maya doesn't mind though, liking the challenge.

She's on all fours again in seconds, and this time she goes for his legs in the hopes of overbalancing him without his hands getting in the way. If he's listening carefully (or has, you know, super-hearing), he might hear the quiet chirp of enjoyment she makes before ploughing into his shins.

[tsunderek]

He has super-hearing, and he hears the chirp, a bloom of irritation coursing through him. Not that Derek really has the time to concentrate on that - or the fact that he's actually having fun - because he's lying on his back not even a second later. He lands with an 'oof', air sucked from his lungs.

That's embarrassing.

Not that he waits for too long, back on his feet in a second and on her in the same breath as he tackles the girl who would be cougar.

[pawpular]

There's another happy chuff from Maya at her success, although it's lost to a hiss when he tackles her. She hits the ground, doing her best to fend him off without catching him with her claws. It's hard, and she definitely loses power because of it, but she's still only playing. She doesn't actually want to happen.

The sound that comes from her throat then is a new one, at least in the context of this little encounter. Derek gets a real cougar scream and a face full of cat breath as she finally manages to free herself, backing off a little. She's breathing a little harder, but seemingly none the worse for wear. She hisses at him again, lips peeling back, but it's more posturing than anything else. She's actually pretty pleased with how it's turning out.

[tsunderek]

Derek snaps back at the scream, his ears oversensitive. It makes him lose focus for a second, allowing her to get away. It's still ringing in his ears when he's back on his feet, body tense but still. He's watching her with glowing red eyes, unphased by her posturing.

He's dealt with meaner, bigger, definitely more terrifying. A kid playing around is nothing. His breath comes in harsh pants, and he really can't deny the grin quirking at the corners of his mouth.

Even if he wants to.

[pawpular]

It's exhilarating. Derek doesn't hold back beyond what it takes for them to not seriously hurt each other, and Maya likes that. She's on the verge of leaping for him again, when she staggers instead.

If a cougar could have an oh crap face, that's what Maya would look like right now. A shudder runs right through her bones as she feels herself starting to lose grip on the form. The wouldn't be so terrible, really, if not for the fact that her clothes are definitely nowhere nearby.

Instead of attacking, she turns tail and runs, crashing through the trees. Maybe she'll reach them in time. Hopefully she'll sleep change. She's totally done that before. She'll be lucky this time, she will.

That's the last thought in her mind before consciousness slips away from her.

[tsunderek]

Derek pauses once Maya takes off, wondering if he should go after her or if he should go on his own way. It's not as though she couldn't take care of herself.

However, he can already see the looks, imagine the harassment, if something were to happen. It doesn't bother him, but this is a small compound and there isn't anywhere far enough to go and get away from it all.

It takes him a few minutes before sighing and walking the way she ran through. It isn't hard; even if he didn't have super senses, she didn't exactly tread lightly on those paws of hers.

Paws that are no longer, he realizes, when he finally finds Maya. That is definitely a naked girl on the ground, passed out. He looks her over for a moment. She's definitely beautiful, less irritating when her mouth is shut, too.

With a sigh, he shrugs off his leather jacket and places it over her.

[pawpular]

It's the sensation of the jacket settling over her that has Maya clawing her way back to consciousness. For a second she just yawns, stretching a little - she's in the forest, after all, there's nowhere she feels more comfortable.

Things start coming back to her in bits and pieces. It's pretty obvious when her memory returns completely, because she goes totally stiff under his coat, clutching the edges around her tighter. She shifts her head a little, squinting to confirm what she can already smell - yup, that's definitely Derek - before groaning and letting her head hit the dirt again.

"Not happeniiiiiing," she insists, even as she struggles to flap her arm through one of the sleeves.

[tsunderek]

Derek stands back, a couple of feet away, arms crossed over his chest and certain sort of smug smirk on his face that most people want to punch. She goes stiff, and he has to resist grinning.

"It's happening. You can't control your shifts," he says to her, and it's almost like an admonishment. She's not part of his pack, but that doesn't stop him from the almost-lecture right there.

[pawpular]

"Yes, I can!" she protests, despite all evidence to the contrary. She finally manages to get her arm into the sleeve, making a quiet sound of triumph before pushing herself up into a sitting position. Her other shoulder slips out from under the jacket as she flails around trying to stay covered while pulling it onto her properly.

Maya tries not to think too hard about just what he'd seen. Or the fact thathe's totally watching now.

She huffs. "I can control when I turn," she amends. Mostly. "It's turning back that's the problem. Most werewolves are the same, you know. Some of us only have genetic enhancements to make us exist at all, okay?"

[tsunderek]

"No you can't." Most people would probably not look when there's a mostly naked girl on the ground, discreetly attempting to slide into a leather jack to cover up. Well, Derek isn't most people. She annoyed him, and not it's his turn.

Derek is really not fit for civilization, so it's probably for the best that he's here in this compound.

"You need to learn control. You need something that's going to anchor you." He has that sense of control. So does Scott and Isaac. Not the others, though. They've never found that anchor, that balance that helps them to shift. "But maybe we're just designed differently."

There's a bitter note to his tone of voice.

[pawpular]

"Do you really have to watch this?" she demands, finally managing to get the jacket on properly. She zips up the front for good measure and gets easily to her feet. Thank god he's so big, really; the jacket hits her at mid-thigh, covering what he needs to.

She opens her mouth to argue back at him, before shutting it with a click of teeth. She shoves a hand back through her hair, shaking some leaves and dirt out of it. A snort comes out instead, more animal that human. "I'm pretty sure we all have our design flaws." There's a matching note of bitterness. Out in the forest, it's harder to keep her discontent at the deal she had to make a secret. "And the fact that I'm not rolling around on the ground talking about how much I love trees and want to be one with nature is a testament to my control, thanks.

[tsunderek]

"No, not really." Not that it stops him, the creep. There's a part of him that just... wants to watch her. She's beautiful, in any form. Girl or animal. She reminds him of Paige. Not in looks or personality, but in spirit. That spunk that made Paige a fighter, made her strong.

Not strong enough, something whispers to him in the back of his mind.

He looks away when she's finally covered up and definitely doesn't think about how looks dressed in only his jacket.

"I guess that's what we get for being experiments." He snorts, rolling his neck and hearing a satisfying crack. "That's the medication, isn't it?"

[pawpular]

Maya raises an eyebrow at him, gaze challenging. Cougars aren't pack animals, and he's not her alpha, so she doesn't have much of a problem with it. "So you're doing it because you want to." Jackass. Okay, he's seriously good looking, and the idea of him being into her in some way maybe makes her feel squishy inside, but please. She has some self-respect. A lot of it, actually.

"Yeah, remind me not to volunteer for that again. Oh, wait." She scowls at him. "I'm not using the medication in place of learning control, if that's what you mean. It's like a degenerative disease. Alzheimer's, or something. We're just lucky that it's reversible, and hopefully preventable, soon. I'm better at dealing with it than - some others, but I'm not immune."

She looks down, wriggling her toes in the dirt. There's a long pause, before a sigh escapes her. "But yes, I do need to learn how to hold my form better. Happy?"

[tsunderek]

A casual shrug from the Alpha here. "There wasn't really any other reason to." He's doing it - mostly - to get under her skin. Two can play that game; it's just that his methods are a little more questionable than hers had been. A lot more questionable. Scott had thought the same thing, when he confronted Derek about turning Issac, Boyd, and Erica.

"But it's the medication that's keeping you from rolling around on the ground all day. Equal parts control and your animal brain." So, yeah, he might know a bit about this. He was curious, and knowledge for him and his pack is better than none at all.

His pack of... one. Barely.

Derek has no control on his life, either, but he's not about to tell her that.

"Not really."