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[Stiles falls out of his chair when that face comes across his video feed late one night. Literally the last thing he was expecting when he was listening in across the network for information on monsters was, well.

The worst monster he'd ever been acquainted with.

Stiles never got to meet Kate face to face. Seen her around town, dealt with her handiwork, figured out everything she'd done. (Well, not everything. But damned if he didn't try.) This is a golden opportunity, something he needs to intercept before Derek tears her to pieces, and probably literally. So he clears his throat, and tries to drop any of the derision from his voice.

She killed a house full of innocent people. Stiles didn't need Derek to tell him that.]

Welcome to Ruby City, aka Creepsville, Middle of Nowhere. Where were you before you showed up here...?

Edited 2013-01-18 18:03 (UTC)

I'm not really at liberty to say, especially not to someone I've never met.

Care to tell me your name, sweetie?

[She grins, and the sick sweetness seeps into her voice like tar.]

Rupert. [Stiles isn't typically happy to drop his real name. Okay, he's. Never happy to drop his real name. But he's not dumb enough to tell Kate who he is, especially considering the amount of contact she's had with Scott. Stiles drums his fingers against the edge of the desk, trying to sound as innocent as possible.] You're really cautious, I guess that's a good thing, ha. I promise I'm not an [Arsonist-slash-murderer] axe murderer or something ridiculous like that. I got kidnapped here too.

Most people who get kidnapped are, sweetie.

[She giggles a little, rolling her eyes.]

How about you tell me something helpful, then, Rupert?

I don't know a lot. [He tries to keep his voice as steady and innocent as possible, putting his age old 'dad I'd never listen in on your phone calls' voice. It's a practiced art, maybe not as good as Scott's, but damned if he wouldn't try.]

I just got here, too. Kidnapped in the middle of school, which was kind of awesome, I guess. But you're supposed to find your own house, like stealing one or something.

Honey, you don't have to be nervous.

[She siiiiighs, obviously annoyed- but not at Stiles.]

Well, thanks, kid. This is going to be wonderful. What kind of game is this?

[This woman gives Stiles the creeps. Even without knowing her background, he's pretty sure he would be skeeved out; it's straight up To Catch a Predator worthy, and he's feeling way too much like bait.]

It's--I'm not, sorry, it's just. Beautiful women, y'know. [Kind of a flimsy excuse but honestly it seems like she'd fall for it. He's jittering, although Kate can see it, thanks to the voice feed, and trying to stay as calm as he can, even if his heart's beating like a jackrabbit's.]

Kinda seems like the Hunger Games, if you'd ask me? I mean, we're not all trying to kill each other or anything, but beyond that, it's very Panem-esque.

Rupert, you haven't even seen me!

[She gives a laugh as falsely sweet as sugary bells and you can practically hear the way her curls bounce.]

Hunger Games, huh? You sound like quite the well-read young man. What's a boy like you done to get himself landed here?

[Okay. Yeah. Kate is literally setting off every creeper alarm in his head possible. (Even more than Derek did when they first met, which is pretty impressive, to be honest.) Making a disgusted face at the compact (and overall just relieved that she can't see him), Stiles tries to keep any and all grossed out flailing to a minimum--or at least, a quiet minimum--and swallows down the familiar taste of fear and general gross in the back of his mouth.

Also he's officially regretting saying his first name. And wincing every time she says it..]

Your pocket watch thing's on video. [Helpfully.] And--I don't know, maybe I'm just really, really, really unlucky. I conked out in class and then I woke up on that train. [ugh is she flirting with him oh my god this is REALLY GROSS]

So it is.

[She snorts- she hadn't noticed.]

Yeah, that's... about what happened to me as well. I was handing my niece my old necklace and--

[She pops her lips.]

Out like a light.

[You've just helped her form her lie, Stiles. Sorry about that.]

[Lies. Liar liar liar liar liar. Stiles's mouth opens and he snaps it shut, grinding his teeth to keep from saying anything about it. It's amazing how easy it is to catch someone lying when you've had a front row seat to the majority of their really, really bad life decisions. Absentmindedly he wonders what happened to that stupid necklace--Stiles is kind of hoping Allison burned it. Karmic retribution or something.]

It's like a screwed up version of sleeping beauty. [C'mon Stiles, you got this.]

You sure are well-read.

[Another laugh, and she seems to be... bored.]

Well, Rupert, thanks for your help.

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