One. Scott's not human. And, two, these aren't just human hunters. They're trained civilians. They're dangerous.
( Chris crosses his arms.: "The humans that converged in Beacon Hills had, maybe, a month under their belts. These humans have years. Treat them like a military organization. They're no run-of-the-mill hunters.")
We're not here to decide what you want to do, we're here to communicate. We're here to see if there's something we can help with. Don't tell me how far your factions reach, but tell me if you think we can stop this before it happens.
( Scott nods. "Do you have the resources. The man power."
Chris, sternly, chimes in. (Does he ever smile? Not often.): "They blend in. They'll look like tourists. Some may have already settled in."
Allison looks to Freya, and then to Marcel, to Hayley on her phone, but also to Aiden. )
no subject
( Chris crosses his arms.: "The humans that converged in Beacon Hills had, maybe, a month under their belts. These humans have years. Treat them like a military organization. They're no run-of-the-mill hunters." )
We're not here to decide what you want to do, we're here to communicate. We're here to see if there's something we can help with. Don't tell me how far your factions reach, but tell me if you think we can stop this before it happens.
( Scott nods. "Do you have the resources. The man power."
Chris, sternly, chimes in. (Does he ever smile? Not often.): "They blend in. They'll look like tourists. Some may have already settled in."
Allison looks to Freya, and then to Marcel, to Hayley on her phone, but also to Aiden. )
We're here to help. To stop this, or...
( To relocate. )