[The Nogitsune's arrival had been quiet and done as quickly as it had been allowed to make it. 'Stiles Stilinski' had been entered onto the rolls and network without any comment. When coming up with the honor system, they may not have counted on a dark chaotic fox spirit intent on escaping notice. Wouldn't be as much fun if anyone knew the truth.]
[ii. into the briny depths]
[It isn't that the Nogitsune intends to help out or be a problem. Curiosity is what is driving the spirit today as it wanders along the passages to the city's infrastructure. It has to live here after all too. Destroying its own home wouldn't do much good. The fact that anger, pain and frustration drift along in the air is only a bonus to the creature. Drawing in a breath, it smiles as it slithers its way past a broken down bit of debris.]
[The Nogitsune isn't scary in the least at roughly one hundred and fifty pounds and standing 5'10. It told them it was eighteen when it arrived in Riverview, but that would be a skinny eighteen if it was that age. There's nothing handsome or attractive about it, plain more than anything. Only its too pale skin and darkly shadowed eyes might cause concern, looking as if the creature was ill or just getting over a bad sickness. While it was 'Stiles' as it claimed, the Nogitsune wore a copy of his body as others might clothing, spoke in his voice.]
[Humming to itself, the Nogitsune pushes aside some broken door to study the beams and wires above. Hm.]
Anyone down here? [Curious, yes, but not concerned. It could put up a good and friendly front though. Where else to meet people but in a creepy brokendown place.] They said someone might need help.
[Network] - username: s.tilinski.
[The next time it had to take a host, it was going to take over someone who's name wasn't the most next to impossible to spell thing ever. Figuring out the network even with the simple instructions had taken a bit for something as technology stupid as the Nogitsune. Hey, at a thousand years old, it had an excuse. Humans at the mere age of fifty had problems figuring out their smart phones.]
[While it had no real desire to deal with humans or others more than it had to, the Nogitsune had to figure out if anyone else from Beacon Hills had come here as well... and who might be the helpful sorts that were easy to exploit later. Who might be watching. Humans were such social creatures. The problem comes in pretending to be one.]
So here we are. On a moon. What happens to a werewolf on the moon? Not that they exist or anything like that. But what would? Would it be like a constant full moon PMS or what?
[It figures if McCall is out there, he's sure to pipe up. Then it can deal with that overly bitey werewolf as needed.]
The Nogitsune | Teen Wolf
[ii. into the
brinydepths][It isn't that the Nogitsune intends to help out or be a problem. Curiosity is what is driving the spirit today as it wanders along the passages to the city's infrastructure. It has to live here after all too. Destroying its own home wouldn't do much good. The fact that anger, pain and frustration drift along in the air is only a bonus to the creature. Drawing in a breath, it smiles as it slithers its way past a broken down bit of debris.]
[The Nogitsune isn't scary in the least at roughly one hundred and fifty pounds and standing 5'10. It told them it was eighteen when it arrived in Riverview, but that would be a skinny eighteen if it was that age. There's nothing handsome or attractive about it, plain more than anything. Only its too pale skin and darkly shadowed eyes might cause concern, looking as if the creature was ill or just getting over a bad sickness. While it was 'Stiles' as it claimed, the Nogitsune wore a copy of his body as others might clothing, spoke in his voice.]
[Humming to itself, the Nogitsune pushes aside some broken door to study the beams and wires above. Hm.]
Anyone down here? [Curious, yes, but not concerned. It could put up a good and friendly front though. Where else to meet people but in a creepy brokendown place.] They said someone might need help.
[Network] - username: s.tilinski.
[The next time it had to take a host, it was going to take over someone who's name wasn't the most next to impossible to spell thing ever. Figuring out the network even with the simple instructions had taken a bit for something as technology stupid as the Nogitsune. Hey, at a thousand years old, it had an excuse. Humans at the mere age of fifty had problems figuring out their smart phones.]
[While it had no real desire to deal with humans or others more than it had to, the Nogitsune had to figure out if anyone else from Beacon Hills had come here as well... and who might be the helpful sorts that were easy to exploit later. Who might be watching. Humans were such social creatures. The problem comes in pretending to be one.]
So here we are. On a moon. What happens to a werewolf on the moon? Not that they exist or anything like that. But what would? Would it be like a constant full moon PMS or what?
[It figures if McCall is out there, he's sure to pipe up. Then it can deal with that overly bitey werewolf as needed.]
[Or pick your own adventure!]