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driftfleet2015-12-14 09:10 am
bb_wolf) wrote in driftfleet2015-12-14 09:10 am
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Who: Bigby and anyone silly enough to be out in the mountains
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Action: In the deep, wild parts of the planets where there is the promise of giant, fierce animals.
When: Any time after planetfall is made.
Normally, his skin doesn't chafe so much.
He knows it's because of the lack of options. There are places in the city he can shrug it off and be himself. He can always catch a cab and go out into the forests. He knows he can get out if he wants or needs to.
But here, he can't. The ship is literally not big enough for him, he would struggle to fit in the corridors, let alone his cell.
But this planet, this is like home. Not Fabletown, but the Homelands, his father's lands, where the winds cut to the bone and the snow is so thick that it reaches his belly as he walks through it.
He sets off on foot out of town, dressed in his usual slacks and shirt and tie with the concession of having rolled down his sleeves. It's cold, but it only has to last until he gets out of sight.
Because out of sight of the population, he strips and then he claws his way free, a nightmarishly huge form of black brown fur that quickly lopes off in search of prey. He's already communing with the wind spirits, trying to prove he's one of them, that they should help him.
You can try and catch him on his way out of town, before he shifts.
If you're game, you can find him out in the mountains. Maybe your hunt team makes the mistake of thinking that thing is prey.
((OOC: If you want to hunt Bigby, please message me to work it out, but he won't be aggressive to anything vaguely sentient. Anyone lost in the snow can be found by the giant mostly friendly wolf.
Action spam welcome, but I didn't want people trying to read a block of tiny text.
Spoiler pic for TWAU showing Bigby's wolf size and another one.))
Broadcast: No
Action: In the deep, wild parts of the planets where there is the promise of giant, fierce animals.
When: Any time after planetfall is made.
Normally, his skin doesn't chafe so much.
He knows it's because of the lack of options. There are places in the city he can shrug it off and be himself. He can always catch a cab and go out into the forests. He knows he can get out if he wants or needs to.
But here, he can't. The ship is literally not big enough for him, he would struggle to fit in the corridors, let alone his cell.
But this planet, this is like home. Not Fabletown, but the Homelands, his father's lands, where the winds cut to the bone and the snow is so thick that it reaches his belly as he walks through it.
He sets off on foot out of town, dressed in his usual slacks and shirt and tie with the concession of having rolled down his sleeves. It's cold, but it only has to last until he gets out of sight.
Because out of sight of the population, he strips and then he claws his way free, a nightmarishly huge form of black brown fur that quickly lopes off in search of prey. He's already communing with the wind spirits, trying to prove he's one of them, that they should help him.
You can try and catch him on his way out of town, before he shifts.
If you're game, you can find him out in the mountains. Maybe your hunt team makes the mistake of thinking that thing is prey.
((OOC: If you want to hunt Bigby, please message me to work it out, but he won't be aggressive to anything vaguely sentient. Anyone lost in the snow can be found by the giant mostly friendly wolf.
Action spam welcome, but I didn't want people trying to read a block of tiny text.
Spoiler pic for TWAU showing Bigby's wolf size and another one.))
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What is there to talk about?
[Don't ask how he can speak like that. He doesn't know. He just does.]
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Well, how about the fact that you used to be a man, and now you're not? I think that's a pretty good place to start.
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This is me.
[He settles down again on his belly, putting his head much closer to actual people head height. His bright yellow eyes are still softly backlit, giving them an eerie, menacing glow.]
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Ah, now ... that's something I hadn't considered. [A beat,] How is that even possible?
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[Yeah, he's still a 110% Bigby under all the fur.]
Want the head? People like head's for trophies and it's not going to be good eating for me.
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Sure, why not? I'll have to get it cleaned up before I take it on board, but it'd be nice to have a little decoration.
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He nods at it, then leans his long neck and nudges it closer with his nose.]
Not like I'm going to use it.
All right, you want the actual story of how I ended up living as a human most of the time?
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[He's going to tug over the deer-thing's head and take a look at it. Having done his part collecting Ether from departed Fallen, slug screws from Cabal, and the like, inspecting a half-eaten animal is pretty normal stuff.]
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I helped a lot of people escape to other, safer worlds. Didn't really care about them, but every person who escaped sent the Adversary into a bigger temper tantrum.
Eventually, I had to leave, the heat got too much and I went to the mundy world as well. Apparently the humans I helped were grateful and wanted me to come and live in their community. As their Sheriff. Since I was the only one they were all afraid of. But, to do that, I had to be a human. They had this knife, was meant to turn men into werewolves. Worked the other way as well.
And there you have the story.
[Sort of.]
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Wow. Sounds like you've been keeping busy. So, wait, are you saying they stabbed you human?
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[He had a scar. His only scar, from where he let Snow bite into his flesh with the knife.]
Less stabbing. More cutting.
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Guess I owe you an Origin story, eh?
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[He was hacked open with an axe and filled with stones once. THAT was unpleasant.]
If you want.
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[He leans back and rubs his chin thoughtfully.]
It's not a matter of wanting, I certainly don't mind. The tricky part is remembering. I mean, like you I likely got a few centuries on me; the problem is, for each Wipe I got, a whole lotta that history disappeared. All that remains is my most recent shenanigans and a jumble of hyper-vivid memories with no chronological sense.
They're fact as fact is, just ... where they go and what they actually mean is left a little up to interpretation.
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[He settles down, chin on his paws and watching Cayde attentively. Also, being a giant wolf might explain his disinterest in money and poker. Just throwing that out there.]
By wipe, you mean memory wipe. Who the fuck is doing that to you?
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[Yeah, he's starting to understand the aversion. Not that he won't stop trying ...]
[Cayde laughs at the question, though.] Fallen are doing it. Cabal, Hive, whatever got their sights on me before I got mine on them. That was before my Ghost, though; he certainly made coming back a hell of a lot easier and with a lot less holes.
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[He's slinging around terms that he thinks means something certain. Big knows a cabal of witches, but he knows it's not what he means. His ghost? He's not dead, maybe he's being haunted?]
And a ghost. You clearly don't mean a spirit of a dead person... do you?
gah how'd I miss this D:
Fallen, though; survive off of Ether in the air, the higher rank they are, the more they're given, the bigger they get. Tanniks could have given you a run for your money, and I'm not just talking about his bad attitude.
[He grows thoughtful for a moment at the question about Ghost.]
Yes, and no ... They're not from any biological corpse like in the old tales, but they did come from death, and they do cure death. The Traveler - that God that the Fallen are all hot about - when the Traveler died, the Ghosts were born, and they sought out Guardians like me and brought us back to life.
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He ate a God once. He doesn't think he should mention that. It called itself a god, anyway, but it went down as easily as anyone else had.]
We had ghosts back in the Homelands. Irritating shits. Chain rattling, walking through walls, hang on, cure death?
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Yeeeeah, cure death they do. Everytime a sniper gets lucky, or my ship explodes, or I find myself on the wrong end of a grenade, my Ghost is there to revive me. A hell of a lot easier than wiping, like I said.
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Mostly, to Blue, who hides his grief so well, but it clings like the Witching Cloak. He watched all his friends die and now, in this world, death is so casually cured, apparently.]
Presumably not everyone is cured from death or you'd have population issues.
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Well, I never said we were immortal; our Ghost goes, our ability to revive goes with it. It's ... not pretty, when that happens. [If his experiences with Eris Morn are any indication, but of course most of her insanity came from dealing with the Hive, too, and not just the loss of her Light.] Taniks, I mentioned earlier? Made it a game of taking down Guardians. [Including his good buddy Andal but he's not close enough with anyone yet to open up about that.]
And population? [He sorts a chuckle and crosses his arms.] Humanity was pretty much decimated by the Collapse; we need all the help we can get at this point.
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I don't think it means what you think it means.
Decimated, from the latin deci, meaning ten. To reduce the population by one tenth.
[Yes, Bigby speaks and reads Latin. Crane insisted.]
Still, I get your point. Pretty shitty.
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