Allison Argent (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
theresalwayshope) wrote2014-09-25 09:51 am
theresalwayshope) wrote2014-09-25 09:51 am
014} i'm almost human, please don't run away / cause wherever you are, i'll be a scream away
[When the video feed clicks on, it shows an image of the dirt with a triskelion scratched into it. A familiar female voice narrates as a stick comes into the shot, pointing to each leg of the trifold spiral.]
Alpha. Beta. Omega. This symbolizes the cycle of the werewolf: at any time, any wolf can rise to one or fall to another.
[The feed shifts quickly, and soon a familiar set of features fills the feed sufficiently to hide the background in an effort to obscure her location. Allison Argent is pretty much the same in appearance, no matter where she's known...but those not from the Mirror Barge may not recognize the bright, earnest light in her features, and may notice the absence of that sliver of ice in her expression, despite the fact that her eyes are narrowed in the feed with steely resolve.]
We all got the same message from the Admiral. He wants these...infiltrators dead. Rack up your kills, and you get a prize.
[She leans in a little more, lip curling in a little sneer.]
He's turned life and death into a game...and the only way to truly win a game like this is not to play.
Anyone that feels the same is welcome to join me. If you want to live, if you don't want to participate in this slaughter? Leave this symbol somewhere. Scratch it in the ground, carve it in a tree, paint it on a rock. Whoever you are, wherever you come from...treat this as a symbol of safe harbor. If you leave this mark, you're promising that you won't kill anyone, and you won't attack anyone unless you have to defend yourself against a threat. I will find you, I will take you somewhere safe...and I swear, I will protect you with my last breath.
[This is the part where Allison feels a small tremor of fear. These infiltrators...she doesn't know who they are, and she doesn't know if they're friend or foe...but if they're innocent, she has to help them. What other choice does she have?
Taking a deep breath, she continues.]
If you don't recognize me, it's okay. Wherever you are, if you leave me this mark I will find you.
[She pauses, her expression shifting...not the hard, arrogant calm some know in Allison Argent, but a curl of her lip and a subtle baring of her teeth that's more feral than anything.]
And if you're out there, killing innocent people for fun and profit? Don't worry.
[Her eyes narrow a little further...then flare to life with a brilliant golden light, her voice deepening and distorting with the first touch of a lupine growl.]
I'll find you, too.
(OOC: This post is good for the entire flood event! Feel free to mark which day you're playing if you want Allison to come and rescue your muse...or if you want to hunt the poor little she-wolf down. :P)
Alpha. Beta. Omega. This symbolizes the cycle of the werewolf: at any time, any wolf can rise to one or fall to another.
[The feed shifts quickly, and soon a familiar set of features fills the feed sufficiently to hide the background in an effort to obscure her location. Allison Argent is pretty much the same in appearance, no matter where she's known...but those not from the Mirror Barge may not recognize the bright, earnest light in her features, and may notice the absence of that sliver of ice in her expression, despite the fact that her eyes are narrowed in the feed with steely resolve.]
We all got the same message from the Admiral. He wants these...infiltrators dead. Rack up your kills, and you get a prize.
[She leans in a little more, lip curling in a little sneer.]
He's turned life and death into a game...and the only way to truly win a game like this is not to play.
Anyone that feels the same is welcome to join me. If you want to live, if you don't want to participate in this slaughter? Leave this symbol somewhere. Scratch it in the ground, carve it in a tree, paint it on a rock. Whoever you are, wherever you come from...treat this as a symbol of safe harbor. If you leave this mark, you're promising that you won't kill anyone, and you won't attack anyone unless you have to defend yourself against a threat. I will find you, I will take you somewhere safe...and I swear, I will protect you with my last breath.
[This is the part where Allison feels a small tremor of fear. These infiltrators...she doesn't know who they are, and she doesn't know if they're friend or foe...but if they're innocent, she has to help them. What other choice does she have?
Taking a deep breath, she continues.]
If you don't recognize me, it's okay. Wherever you are, if you leave me this mark I will find you.
[She pauses, her expression shifting...not the hard, arrogant calm some know in Allison Argent, but a curl of her lip and a subtle baring of her teeth that's more feral than anything.]
And if you're out there, killing innocent people for fun and profit? Don't worry.
[Her eyes narrow a little further...then flare to life with a brilliant golden light, her voice deepening and distorting with the first touch of a lupine growl.]
I'll find you, too.
(OOC: This post is good for the entire flood event! Feel free to mark which day you're playing if you want Allison to come and rescue your muse...or if you want to hunt the poor little she-wolf down. :P)
Video
I guess we'll see. [His own smile is cruel, twisted.] I wonder how many people I can kill before you can try and stop me.
Why don't we make it a game? Are you a betting woman, Allison?
Video
No one dies today. Not as long as I'm still breathing.
[The promise of red in her eyes grows just a little, a visible ring around her pupils now. It happens, sometimes, when she's impassioned or actively trying to stand her ground...but it's never enough, not to take that balloon of power she can feel growing within her beast and break it, setting her own potential free and allowing her to claim that power for her own.
She wonders, sometimes, if her own fear of it is what stops her...but as long as her potential as a True Alpha frightens the worst of the wardens, she has to keep fighting to protect it.]
And I'm not going to let anyone stop me.
Video
[He rolls his eyes heavily, a bored expression on his face. He ignores the little flare of fear when he sees the red there, just barely visible. Along with it, he feels a stab of envy. Of jealousy. It's something he never feels when it comes to Scott's alpha status, but there's a certain bitterness when it comes to the possibility of Allison becoming an alpha.
She doesn't deserve it.]
The problem here is, you're gonna have to kill me to stop me. Because Allison? I'm never going to stop.
Video
[For a second, she looks tired, impossibly tired. She knows he's right: in her heart of hearts, she knows it's true.
Stiles will never stop. This boy hates her beyond reason for things she can't even fathom...for the power growing inside her that she never asked for, and now can't allow herself to lose.
If she could save him from this, she would...but she doesn't know how. And it makes her sad, every day, breaks her heart because she sees these tiny glimpses in him of something else.
But he will never stop. Not until she's lost. Not until she's like him.]
I know you'll never stop.
[Giving up would probably be smarter. Easier.
...but every time she wants to, she sees Julia hanging from the ceiling. Gasping, weakening...dying. She sees the hope in her eyes when Allison came so close to breaching that mountain ash barrier, and that hope starts a fire in her chest that burns painfully bright, so hot she can almost taste ash on the back of her tongue.
That fire lights in her eyes as she narrows them into the feed.]
But I am nobody's lapdog: I don't have to do anything. I will find another way.
Video
You were either in Scott's pack, or you were a threat. It's as simple as that.
Still, her blind faith that she can find a way to avoid becoming a killer irks him. It's a painful reminder of another person in his life. His Scott. He glares at her, angry with her for getting under his skin with her hope. It's sheer stupidity. There is nothing to be hopeful about. Nothing.]
Good fucking luck.
[Jaw tight, he cuts the feed.]