[The quality of hunters is, well. It's all about quantity these days, it seems. Big numbers; impressionable kids. Scared kids. Even more scared adults. In any case, this is why Chris uses a gun, but as a matter of pride, he knows Allison wouldn't have missed. He doesn't think about that too hard, though. He can't.
Instead, he welcomes the space, and sure, the snark. He rubs his shoulders, rolls it, and nods. ] Makes some amount of sense. [It's smart. This isn't a shock; part of what makes Peter so dangerous as an adult has always been that he's smart. The absorption of knowledge is a weapon, sometimes more so than claws or bullets. ] So long as we're ruling out time travel, [he says on a wince.] Peter, he -- I'd heard he's a hoarder.
[Very reliable sources have confirmed. Chris can't really judge.] But I don't see anything relevant? No claws. No teeth. No dubiously acquired bones, or hair.
[Nothing to suggest Kate's method either, least of all because they're nowhere near an ancient temple, and the Nemeton is precarious at best these days. ] If there was something, it's gone. If not -- we might be looking at a wider problem. Something unseen. [He's not suggesting that Peter Hale acts like a child: that's Deacon's job, as someone with the qualifications to make a diagnosis. And, well. It's a little mean to this Peter, whose brand of little shit has been perfectly tolerable except for having stole his shirt and having mocked his old man cologne. ] I can keep looking, or I can do some research.
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Instead, he welcomes the space, and sure, the snark. He rubs his shoulders, rolls it, and nods. ] Makes some amount of sense. [It's smart. This isn't a shock; part of what makes Peter so dangerous as an adult has always been that he's smart. The absorption of knowledge is a weapon, sometimes more so than claws or bullets. ] So long as we're ruling out time travel, [he says on a wince.] Peter, he -- I'd heard he's a hoarder.
[Very reliable sources have confirmed. Chris can't really judge.] But I don't see anything relevant? No claws. No teeth. No dubiously acquired bones, or hair.
[Nothing to suggest Kate's method either, least of all because they're nowhere near an ancient temple, and the Nemeton is precarious at best these days. ] If there was something, it's gone. If not -- we might be looking at a wider problem. Something unseen. [He's not suggesting that Peter Hale acts like a child: that's Deacon's job, as someone with the qualifications to make a diagnosis. And, well. It's a little mean to this Peter, whose brand of little shit has been perfectly tolerable except for having stole his shirt and having mocked his old man cologne. ] I can keep looking, or I can do some research.