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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
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.))
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.))
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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[Which is why he gives a dismissive wave and turns to leave.] Anyway, good luck with the hunting. I gotta go check up on a thing.
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He's also unfazed by Cayde deciding to leave. No skin off his nose.]
Good luck with your thing.