{Latin ^ Meaning... Don't do it.} Monday, February 7th 2011 {Day 30}
AU 1: With guidance and support from the AOVA, which may also include flashbacks or general discussion. All will be highlighted in Latin, Bold, italicized, and included in parenthesis.
AU 1 Update: {Words: 3398}
AU 2: Action answers and Audible responses will be italicized when being listened to or spied on. As will any stated and executed spells. The English response will be included in parentheses as well.
Fun fact: Morwen has talked in Greek, Russian, Spanish, Latin, and English, as well as other languages. They can actually talk up to 45 distinct sophisticated languages, though!
AU 3: When reading the minds of others or thinking to oneself, Italics will be used for audible or self-answers. So will AU notes.
Stiles, with the bag in tow, enters the bedroom alongside Morwen. To their surprise, Scott is standing by the bed, seemingly appearing out of nowhere.
A startled gasp escapes Morwen's lips as they clutch their chest, their voice filled with surprise and disbelief, "Ιησούς!"
{Greek ^ Jesus!}
Stiles, still recovering from the shock, interrupts Scott's eerie silence. "Dude. You scared the hell out of us."
As Morwen cautiously approaches Scott, keeping a safe distance, they speak softly, trying to maintain a sense of normalcy. "Yeah, Mom was worried about you. She said she loves you and mentioned you weren't home yet."
Scott's voice remains strangely calm as he responds. "I came through the window." There is an unsettling tranquility in his tone as if he is detached from his surroundings.
Suddenly, the familiar voice from earlier resurfaces in Morwen's mind, amplifying their unease...
Neonate, oculum habe. Habitus eius singularis est et perturbatio. Tutus alicubi esse debes, quia luna prope in eius cacumine est. Non solum pro te, sed etiam pro populo amas.
{Latin ^ Keep an eye out, Neonate. His attitude is peculiar and unsettling. Thou need to be somewhere safe because the moon is almost at its peak. Not just for thou self, but also for the people thou love.}
Morwen nods, understanding the unspoken agreement. "Okay, let's get this set up."
Stiles follows Morwen's lead and places the bag on the bed. "Check out what I got..." But Scott remains unresponsive, his gaze fixed and unblinking.
Morwen watches Scott closely, their brows furrowing with concern. "Are you really okay? And are you sure we should lock the door? It's a full moon tonight, things might get... intense."
Stiles shakes his head, a mix of worry and confusion in his expression. "Yeah, Scott, are you sure about that? Maybe we should stay together, just to be safe."
Suddenly, the familiar voice resurfaces in Morwen's mind, intensifying their unease. It echoes with a sense of urgency and warning, pushing them to act.
Ei damus circiter decem minutas antequam fugit.
{Latin ^ We give him approximately ten minutes before he runs away.}
