thoughtformed | 01 | video/action downtown

Who: Connor and you!
Where: Downtown New Moore
When: Late morning.
What: Connor is freaking the hell out.

[To anyone walking around downtown today, at first glance, Connor doesn't seem that different from any other citizen of New Moore. In fact, all things considered, his clothing marks him as pretty normal. Rather that merely walking, however, he appears to be prowling, crouched low whenever he moves as though it's nothing more than second nature. He jumps, startled, whenever other pedestrians pass him by, and while he stops to peer into storefront windows here and there, the first sign of movement from inside or the opening of a door is enough to scare him off, causing him to bolt for the next store over.

At some point during his cautious exploration, he ducks just inside an alleyway near the ice cream shop, pushing his left sleeve up to his elbow and examining his arm with a frown. There are several holes there, as well as faint streaks of dried blood, evidence of the doctors at the hospital trying to sedate him and being met with struggle several times over.]

This place...

[His voice is a low growl as he talks to himself, frustrated, hurt.]

More demon magic. I'm tired of magic.

[Video, Early Afternoon:]

[The young man on the video appears to be rather unsteady, vibrating slightly as he looks over either shoulder while on camera, having fumbled with it for several minutes beforehand. Technology isn't as foreign to him as it used to be, thanks to Fred and Gunn showing him how to work everything in the hotel over the summer, and video is preferable to text. His writing is terrible. He's never had to do very much of it.

When he finally focuses on the feed itself, his eyes are wide, spooked.]

This hell has computers. What kind of demons live here?

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[If nothing else, Connor is straightforward. Someday he might even speak in complete sentences on a regular basis.

I deserved it. They all think I'm a monster.

That's not— You don't deserve that.

[A grin.]

You seem pretty okay to me.

[~~what is this grinning why is this person so congenial hrrk does not compute~~]

I look human to you, don't I?

Yeah. What else would you—

[He visibly reins that in. C'mon, Scott, your homecoming co-king is a grey alien.]

Are you supposed to look...different?

[He shakes his head.]

I look human, but I'm not. Not a demon, either. I don't know what I am. But not normal. I'm not even supposed to exist.

[Unfortunately, he doesn't know any better than to lay the angst on thick. You're a good sport, Scott.]

[Oh no. Well, Scott knows what he is, but he remembers the feeling of thinking something was wrong with him very vividly. But he can't tell Connor that.]

I think. Um.

[He pauses, looking puzzled.]

I think maybe if you weren't supposed to exist, you wouldn't.

[He shrugs. He is terrible at words, okay, sorry.]

But you do. That probably counts for something.

[All things considered, Scott, you're doing a pretty bang-up job. Connor has the social skills of a stapler and isn't exactly the easiest person to converse with. The patience of a saint. You have it.

He shifts uncomfortably before explaining himself.]

Both of my parents were vampires. I'm not. Vampires aren't supposed to be able to procreate. They're not built for it.

[He looks ashamed at the admission; clearly, being so closely linked to vampires is not high on his list of things he would like to be.]

They all say it's never happened before. Nobody knows how it happened now, but there's a prophecy.

[Everything Scott knows about vampires he learned from Stiles, but he hadn't thought about their reproductive habits before right this minute. And thank God for that.]

You're— [He stumbles over this, and starts again.] Okay. I mean, I don't know much about vampires but that sounds about right? So you're pretty special.

[He suddenly realizes something, and looks cautious.]

Is it...a bad prophecy?

[Are there ever good prophecies?]

[He doesn't seem to notice that Scott is at all uncomfortable or wary. What are social cues?]

It said I was supposed to slay a demon named Sahjhan. Before anyone could translate it, he moved through time. Changed it. Tried to use it to have me killed. ... it caused problems.

[To say the least.]

That is...wow.

[He blows out a breath. Really heavy.]

Man, I'm sorry.

[At this point he's just like, how is your life so terrible?]

Prophecies sound like bullshit.

Yeah.

[He likes that, actually. It gets a smirk from him, tiny though it may be.]

They're bullshit.

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