[peter's seen allison around. it's pretty inevitable, she lives literally right next door. he's heard about her from isaac, the hearts in the other werewolf's eyes subtly visible.
what he hasn't done, though, is introduce himself. peter's comfortable enough with isaac, but there's nothing about his current state of mind that makes him want to socialize very much. all the same, they are neighbors, and he's pretty sure she's seen him around as much as he's seen her.
one day while lydia and isaac are both gone, peter leans against their doorway, knocking lightly on the jamb. he's a scruffy thing, a squidge taller than scott but not nearly as tall as isaac, barefoot and tangle-haired, his arms folded across his chest but his posture utterly unthreatening.]
[Allison's noticed Peter around a few times now, knowing he's the one living with Isaac. She doesn't know him though -- she's been too busy on focusing on other things in the adjustment process.
Lydia's gone out for a while and she's not expecting any visitors so it surprises her when she hears a knock on the door. Carefully, she approaches the door and opens it.]
[that's true as far as peter knows, too, which is why he's introducing himself. he chuckles, tapping his chin and making a bit of theater out of thinking about it.]
Hmm. I don't think I'm really that hard to understand, so maybe the mystery. That okay by you?
[based on what he'd heard about allison, he finds that completely fair.]
You got it. Right, so, I walked out of the caves with Isaac. He did the navigating and I did the walking ahead of him because it was pitch black and I had boots.
[and he's gonna let her draw her own set of conclusions about that, since they've all spent that day trying to walk out a maze in the dark.]
Not really a hurting people kind of guy. I don't have the...[he gropes for the right word, comes up empty] anger thing. What does a wolf have to be angry about?
[the comment about being equipped to handle them makes him falter a little. his encounter with a hunter had been more than a little terrifying, and peter hasn't forgotten her dogged determination to take him down even when she knew that he wasn't the problem.]
I'm telling you because I'm not a problem you'll need to handle. I've never hurt anybody, or even really wanted to. Just don't want there to be any kind of...misunderstanding.
There's no misunderstanding. I don't -- I don't go after people who don't give me a reason to. It's more about protecting people than hunting people. That's my code.
[That wasn't always the Argent way but Allison's rewritten things, made it her own.]
My family comes from a long history of hunters -- the code used to be we hunt those who hunt us. [And that sort of thinking led to people like Kate and Gerard. Even her own mother. Allison wants to be better than that (she came so close to being just like them).]
The new code is we protect those who cannot protect themselves.
[She'll skip the French parts, as not everyone knows French.]
[he mulls this over for a moment, looking at her.]
Yours sounds better, I have to say. Less vengeful.
[in peter's experience, hunters don't wait to be hunted first. of course, a lot of people who were supposed to be protectors had funny ideas about what that meant, too, but someone who takes care to see the difference is probably not going to have that problem.]
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what he hasn't done, though, is introduce himself. peter's comfortable enough with isaac, but there's nothing about his current state of mind that makes him want to socialize very much. all the same, they are neighbors, and he's pretty sure she's seen him around as much as he's seen her.
one day while lydia and isaac are both gone, peter leans against their doorway, knocking lightly on the jamb. he's a scruffy thing, a squidge taller than scott but not nearly as tall as isaac, barefoot and tangle-haired, his arms folded across his chest but his posture utterly unthreatening.]
Hi.
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Lydia's gone out for a while and she's not expecting any visitors so it surprises her when she hears a knock on the door. Carefully, she approaches the door and opens it.]
Hi. [A beat.] Peter, right?
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[he smiles a little at that, somewhere between amused and shy.]
I figured maybe it was time to introduce myself, since we more or less share a wall.
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[peter's less positive about it, because relations in the beacon hills crowd seem a little tense, but he's sure not gonna argue.]
Anyway, I've heard a bit about you, so it seemed unsporting to remain an enigma wrapped in a mystery. Maybe just one or the other.
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So which one is it then, the enigma or the mystery?
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Hmm. I don't think I'm really that hard to understand, so maybe the mystery. That okay by you?
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[In her experience things you can't understand tend to be bad things, so it's all for the best there.]
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[he looks down at the ground, and then back up at her]
God, I am really lousy at small-talk. Did Isaac tell you anything about me, or should I begin at the beginning?
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[Probably because they had a lot of other things to catch up on.]
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You got it. Right, so, I walked out of the caves with Isaac. He did the navigating and I did the walking ahead of him because it was pitch black and I had boots.
[and he's gonna let her draw her own set of conclusions about that, since they've all spent that day trying to walk out a maze in the dark.]
He and I have something in common. Sorta.
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Something in common. There's a few options of what that could be, but her instinct jumps to a certain conclusion.]
Let me guess -- you're a werewolf?
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[he pauses, then waves a hand.]
No superpowers or claws or half-ass shifting. Actual wolf werewolf.
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[It's different then what she's used to, to say the least.]
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[which is something, at least.]
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Not really a hurting people kind of guy. I don't have the...[he gropes for the right word, comes up empty] anger thing. What does a wolf have to be angry about?
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But I'm glad to hear that it doesn't apply to you. I'm not really equipped to handle the angry type as well as I'd like to be right now.
[She really misses the Argent arsenal.]
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[the comment about being equipped to handle them makes him falter a little. his encounter with a hunter had been more than a little terrifying, and peter hasn't forgotten her dogged determination to take him down even when she knew that he wasn't the problem.]
I'm telling you because I'm not a problem you'll need to handle. I've never hurt anybody, or even really wanted to. Just don't want there to be any kind of...misunderstanding.
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[That wasn't always the Argent way but Allison's rewritten things, made it her own.]
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That puts you ahead of a hell of a lot of people in the world.
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It wasn't always the case.
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You said your code. There was another one?
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The new code is we protect those who cannot protect themselves.
[She'll skip the French parts, as not everyone knows French.]
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Yours sounds better, I have to say. Less vengeful.
[in peter's experience, hunters don't wait to be hunted first. of course, a lot of people who were supposed to be protectors had funny ideas about what that meant, too, but someone who takes care to see the difference is probably not going to have that problem.]
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