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driftfleet2016-01-02 01:18 pm
bb_wolf) wrote in 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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Not especially- in fact, I might take my leave, if there's no way I can be of help.
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Yeah, do that.
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