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driftfleet2016-01-02 01:18 pm
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Video with Bloodsport Action
Who: Bigby and any poor soul around
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Bloodsport
When: As the Fleet leaves the last planet.
[Some special souls decide they don't give a fuck about staying with the Fleet.
While it might be the only way home, to Big, it has always been just a pain. He would rather stay on world and work on getting home form there than get back on that ship with no space and mechanical smells.
So when the ships leave, he doesn't. He stays on world, loping through the forests, chasing and hunting and glutted like he hasn't been in centuries.
Which is all well and good until the Fleet passes a threshold he didn't even know about, and he feels a frozen chill in his bones and then there's a giant wolf jammed into the Bloodsport's bridge, banging his head, then tripping over consoles.]
Goddamn mother fucker!
[A giant wolf with Bigby's voice and a potty mouth.
He starts trying to untangle himself enough that he can shape shift back.
And at least his clothes, neatly bundled and piled up, are on the floor somewhere under his giant feet.]
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Bloodsport
When: As the Fleet leaves the last planet.
[Some special souls decide they don't give a fuck about staying with the Fleet.
While it might be the only way home, to Big, it has always been just a pain. He would rather stay on world and work on getting home form there than get back on that ship with no space and mechanical smells.
So when the ships leave, he doesn't. He stays on world, loping through the forests, chasing and hunting and glutted like he hasn't been in centuries.
Which is all well and good until the Fleet passes a threshold he didn't even know about, and he feels a frozen chill in his bones and then there's a giant wolf jammed into the Bloodsport's bridge, banging his head, then tripping over consoles.]
Goddamn mother fucker!
[A giant wolf with Bigby's voice and a potty mouth.
He starts trying to untangle himself enough that he can shape shift back.
And at least his clothes, neatly bundled and piled up, are on the floor somewhere under his giant feet.]
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In fact Tyrion could say that he has never seen that on a single day, come to think of it.
He leans back, rubbing his chin.]
... You know, my kith and kin thought direwolves were dangerous before. Wait until I can inform them they curse like sailors as well.
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There is a deep, rumbling growl of unhappiness and a big yellow eye fills the camera feed.]
I'll do more than curse like a fucking sailor if I ever get my teeth on the nutsack of these chicken shit pieces of dirt!"
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Perhaps if you stop struggling, you can free yourself long enough to do said biting?
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I know how to manage my own body, human! There's not enough space, which is why I tried to stay on the planet to begin with!
[He might have to shift and hope for the best. He has a leg stuck between a seat and console.]
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[No, no he really didn't.]
However it appears that you could use some outside help, with your body.
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[What he doesn't like is suddenly getting flung towards the wall and pinned there by a furry Wolf butt. Hey Bigby hope you like Robot Unicorn horn poking into your flank.]
Somebody better move their giant furry ass before I move it for them.
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Get your pointy head out of my ass!
[He kicks out, but he can't hit Cayde. Again, not enough space.
What he does manage is pulling himself into something of a ball and then exhaling, letting himself shrink down.
A bit. The wolf man is much smaller than the wolf, but still a lot bigger than a person should really be, thickly furred and agitated.]
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Damn Bigs, what happened? Thought you were keeping the Wolf Act for the road.
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I was on the fucking planet! I jumped ship.
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So excuse Nami as her first response to his appearing on the bridge is an ear splitting shriek of alarm and nearly falling out of her chair. Actually, no nearly about it. Thud. See, this is why she needs her magical weather spear--
-- wait she knows that voice.]
What the hell!?
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Fucking, ow! I don't fucking fit on this shot hole tin cans, you perverted, jack off bastards!
... Nami? Don't move, I don't want to step on you.
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...have you always been a giant wolf?
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[Nami isn't aggravating. That helps him focus on pulling himself back together.]
I was a small wolf when I was born.
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Do not even think of coming in. There's no room.
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[Simon swallowed and backed up a few steps, but stopped. He was quickly coming to accept bizarreness, and part of him was still needling himself- you realize that's a talking wolf, right? but his own desire to help overrode that moment of reflection.]
Is there something I can do to help?
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[The massive nose shoved out through the door, followed by the rest of the head, with unblinking, glowing yellow eyes.
And promptly bangs against the doorframe, vanishing back inside.]
Mother fucker.
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For a second, Cheese very almost panics, he flattens himself down by his communicator, trying to decide the best way to run.
Then the giant wolf speaks, and he looks again. It's not made of wood. It's not a Timberwolf. That's...something. He's still going to proceed with utmost caution, though.]
Um. Are you usually a wolf or is this a wacky Atroma thing?
[Pleasebethelatterpleasebethelatter. ]
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He isn't made of wood. And he makes a point of not eating sentient things anymore.]
Neither. I'm not usually a wolf because this body doesn't fucking fit on these ships!
[There's a hefty clunk as he tries to look into the communicator and hits his head on the ceiling.]
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Well. That. ]
So. You can... turn into a wolf?
[Actually, that's a billion times worse because: ]
...Are you a Changeling?
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I can turn into a human.
[He's getting his frustration under control and starts to shrink himself down into something wolfman like, crouching down and focusing on his rough breathing.]
I'm not a Changeling.
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Are you fucking kidding me?
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[Stumbling around the bridge would imply he has more room than he does. ]
Do not come in here.
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As if there was any gods-damned room. Are you breaking shit?
[he doesn't walk in, but he does lean and stand up on his tip-toes and try to see over the mass of fur in front of him; is he going to spend the next leg of their journey repairing a bunch of busted consoles, or what?]
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[The last bit is not a roar, but it's certainly a bit loud and growly.
Also, you'd have more luck looking under. Long legs, slender (ish) wolf. Nine foot at the shoulder means there's clearance under him.]
Look, stop being an irritating shit and I'll be able to focus on getting back into my other fucking skin.
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