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[ Hello, have your new 010 » 111 pop up on the network. The video turns on to show someone obviously in their room. He's sitting on the bed and he has the comm resting in his hands on his lap, it's facing him -- even if it's a little off center. His fingers run over the buttons on the device and he clears his throat, ready to speak at the indication that the video is recording.

And yet, the video is upside down. ]

Just a friendly reminder to whoever is in charge that, if you are in fact going to abduct someone from their work and home into outer space -- you might want to reconsider picking a blind man. For one, stars? Completely wasted on me.

[ A slight quirk of his lips up at that. ]

And to... any friendly listeners out there, a brief rundown of this place from someone who isn't a native would be exceptional. I'm sure there's a welcome sign around here but, well, [ He tilts his head just a bit and shrugs lightly. ]

I think that covers it. Nice to meet you, I'm sure you're all very pretty.

[ And then he grins and hangs up. ]

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[ BUT WHY NOT ]

Well, I'm not a bat.

[ If it helps, he's not really staring at Isaac or the comm at all. He's sort of staring in the general direction of Isaac's voice but not directly. Otherwise, it's kind of a blank stare. Anyway, he shrugs and can't help but be a little amused at the not-question. ]

I like to travel.

[Because werewolves, and Derek hates it when people break the first rule of Wolf Club.]

Well, yeah. [That gets Isaac to laugh a little, like there's a joke in there. He's a werewolf, and Auggie's a not-bat. It's like he's channeling Stiles— no, ew.

The creepy stare though - at least he's used to Derek. Hey, they should have a staring contest. Auggie would win.] If you were a bat you'd have wings. That would be pretty cool, though.

You ever been to California?

Edited 2012-09-11 06:10 (UTC)

[ Well Derek is a stinky pants, tbh.

-- AND HEY HIS STARE ISN'T CREEPY. HE JUST... CAN'T SEE... ANYTHING... S-sigh. Though a stare off with Derek would be hysterical. ]

Once or twice. I meant more so I travel to places way outside the fifty states. I am from DC though, and I take it you're from California by the question...?

Yeah. Not on the coast though.

[He wonders what it'd be like to be on Venice Beach, but now he's just worried he won't be able to handle the sea-salt scent of the water. He wonders if maybe he's missing out on something, with that.

And that staring match really has to happen, man.]

What's DC like?

North Cali? You don't sound like someone from southern California.

[ Man, if you let little things like being blind or being a werewolf get you down, you won't be able to do a damn thing with your life, Isaac! ]

Nice enough. Very patriotic, believe it or not.

[But what if he can't surf because the seawater scent drowns his nose? What if he has a newfound terror of the sea? How is he going to take a girl to the beach on a date or whatever? Important things.

Being blind must suck, though. No offense.]

Probably. We're just from California.

Did you meet the president?

[ DEAL WITH IT, YOU WEREBABY.

Also it totally does but he works for the CIA as a spy and picks up all the ladiez so not too bad for him, really. ]

Ha, no way. The only people who meet the President are the people who work with the President. I do freelance computer work, so nothing close to that.

[ He shrugs. ]

[ Scott gets a hot girlfriend, Jackson has Lydia, and a blind guy gets all the ladies. What. ]

So you're like Danny. He does stuff on the computer, you know, he's like a genius with it. I heard he got arrested for hacking the FBI, but no one really knows if it's true.

Are you good at it?

[ Yep, basically. Maybe one day Auggie will teach you his lady getting tricks, Isaac. ]

Maybe he did, I hear they have terrible security measures after all.

[ Hurr hurr poking fun at the FBI and they can't do anything about it. Stupid FBI losers, TEAM CIA! ]

Let's just say, if I told you how good I am, it might put me in a bit of a pickle.

Cool.

Ever get arrested?

[He gets the feeling you're not as clean as you seem, and maybe it's because Isaac himself has been arrested before, or because of the varying levels of exposure to local authority that he's had, but either way he thinks he can tell when people aren't what they seem.

Maybe he's getting better at sniffing people out.

(hah!)]

[ Oh, you're funny, Isaac. He just smiles. ]

Now why would I tell you that?

[ THIS ONE TIME HE HAD A GIRLFRIEND. SHE WAS A RUSSIAN TERRORIST HACKER. SHE'S WANTED BY THE US GOVERNMENT, HER GOVERNMENT, OTHER GOVERNMENTS, AND THE MAFIA.

They totally had sex. ]

You totally did, didn't you.

[Even if he's getting the feeling he's being allowed this one, hey, whatever, he's no Erica or Boyd, and he's definitely no Stiles or Lydia.

And you're a nice person, that's practically rare in Beacon Hills.]

It's okay, space won't judge.

[ He shrugs a little and reaches over with one hand to pat the bed next to him till he grabs this and holds it up. ]

They must've given this to me for a reason.

[ Isaac looks at it - then he goes quiet. Really quiet, like the line's cut off, but he's still there. ]

I know someone back home who had epilepsy. [Apropos to nothing, right?] People looked at her different.

[ ... What. He kind of furrows his brows at that. You're lucky people do this to him all the time, Isaac. Auggie listens to everyone. ]

She probably felt awful about that a lot. What are you, 16? 17? High school's hard already without that.

[ He doesn't mean to, okay. But you and your fancy keyboard reminds him of Erica and the few times he'd seen her bring her meds to school and plain refused to be embarrassed about it, and he's really missing the rest of his pack a whole damn lot he might actually start whining like a pup.]

I'm sixteen. Should be seventeen soon, but I don't know what the date is.

...You can tell me to shut up, you know. I wouldn't mind.

[ He gives a snort and shakes his head. If Isaac does start whining though, it's not like Auggie'd make fun of him. ]

Why would I do that?

Why wouldn't you?

[ Bring on the dog jokes, he'd say. But no, in seriousness, conversations with adults are never this easy for Isaac. Something has to be wrong somewhere. ]

Because I'm not an asshole, for one. Also, you're not an idiot.

[ Shruuugs. He'd have definitely brushed you off if you were an idiot. Usually he'd have made a joke in a reply to Isaac's question but the truth seems like something Isaac wants/needs right now. ]

Dude.

[ Guess what's going to tail you now. There's a saying about throwing dogs a bone, maybe that applies here too. Nice people are like unicorns to werewolves, Isaac guesses.

...Are unicorns even real? ]

You're not an asshole.

[ oh this is the best. Auggie has a feeling that Isaac might have a very complicated life back home. ]

I'm not.

[ He smiles. ]

Feel free to take that as open invitation to talk my ear off, Isaac.

[That feeling wouldn't be wrong. We all have something that tries to define us, and for Isaac, it's this. ]

I don't think I have enough to talk about to manage that.

[ He laughs at that. ]

That's the point of an open invitation.

[That lady was right; if you knew how to use the internet, then the phone things were pretty easy to get the hang of. Which is why there's a private line here - not because he's ashamed of this, it's not like everybody back home doesn't already about it (Derek certainly knows, he probably cares) - but at least he can keep it out of other people's eyes a bit.

There's never been time enough to say it out loud.]

My brother came back in a box on his first tour out. Iraq, I think, but he just up and left, so.

I'm kind of alone now.

Edited 2012-09-11 08:49 (UTC)

[ Thaaankfully, it switches his end to locked too. The grin on his face kind of disappears completely for once. ]

... I lost my sight in Iraq, Isaac. I can understand.

[ His whole unit was killed and he survived, with only his sight gone. ]

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