[ Later on in Derek's first day - honestly, it might be light, the dark patter of rain is a terrible measure of time - Derek stands by the fire. He has a brief conversation with a blonde he doesn't recognize. (He's actually spoken to two blondes, today. So far.) The Hello?, hello behind him sound's irritated, something he's not surprised about. Somebody will come to talk to her. They'll help, they'll try and fail to answer the questions she has. His senses might be dulled but he can hear her climb the desk a few feet away.
At least for entertainment purposes, he looks back toward the desk, freezing in place.
There's no mistaking it. Allison Argent is rifling through the lobby's desk drawer. ]
That's not possible. [ He knows anything is possible. But, what this indicates, could indicate is nothing short of catastrophic. Allison wasn't bitten when she'd died. She was stabbed. He may not be an Oni expert, but somebody doesn't become an Oni from being stabbed by one.
That, and she's been gone for weeks. She was buried. There was a funeral.
She closes the drawer with a huff.
First, he takes out his tablet, scrolling to find Scott's name, quickly sending him a text. That's his duty. He'd told Scott about Thomas-not-Stiles. What are the odds this is Allison? The hair is similar - probably the same - but he's second guessing himself. He can't pick up on her scent, not with certainty. He's not close enough. ]
↣ MAIN LOBBY, aka Brandon plays with time and people's arrival points
At least for entertainment purposes, he looks back toward the desk, freezing in place.
There's no mistaking it. Allison Argent is rifling through the lobby's desk drawer. ]
That's not possible. [ He knows anything is possible. But, what this indicates, could indicate is nothing short of catastrophic. Allison wasn't bitten when she'd died. She was stabbed. He may not be an Oni expert, but somebody doesn't become an Oni from being stabbed by one.
That, and she's been gone for weeks. She was buried. There was a funeral.
She closes the drawer with a huff.
First, he takes out his tablet, scrolling to find Scott's name, quickly sending him a text. That's his duty. He'd told Scott about Thomas-not-Stiles. What are the odds this is Allison? The hair is similar - probably the same - but he's second guessing himself. He can't pick up on her scent, not with certainty. He's not close enough. ]