"You Tried": The Ship

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Who: Bloodsport crew and any visitors aboard their fine vessel.
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Ship shenanigans!
When: While they're still on the Starlight.

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[time to check in on the Bloodsport... what antics has this well-behaved and perfectly well-adjusted crew been up to?]

Comments

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[something about that giant wolf face up so close just delights him. he stays where he is, hands folded behind his back and smirking.]

You can have them anyway. They weren't up to my friend's standards.

[bb_wolf]

[He huffs. His breath is oddly cool and fresh, like a strong wind.]

I see. Well, I'm not going to say no.

[His nose twitches, sniffing at Robin and then withdrawing back inside his room.]

You smell like death.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[it's pretty strange for his breath to feel like the outside... especially to Robin, who is used to the mouths of giant monsters being warm-like and smelling more of rotting flesh.

kind of speaking of which, the latter comment gets a surprised snort out of him.]

That's rude. I took a shower this morning.

[but he follows a little, enough to keep looking in through the partly-open door.]

What's death smell like?

[bb_wolf]

[He CAN make it warm. But he's lazy.]

Like the dragon. Death.

[Inside, it becomes apparent that the largest bunk is not big enough for this wolf. He's curled very tight and not really comfortably, but it beats having to be human all the time.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Hah, well...

[aw, buddy... this is a weird conversation to start, but he decides he's going to stick around for a minute anyway. he has a seat right there in the doorway, pointing to one of the pillows that've now been bounced around.]

Death doesn't like the little buttons on the pillow covers. And he complained at length about the tassels on the round one.

[bb_wolf]

[Big curls up again, showing that he uses bracing against walls to curl up enough to sleep in there.]

I don't care. I can't feel buttons through my pelt. I might attach the tassels to the vampire, see what he does with them.

Or... better idea. Kitten toys.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[he giggles, bringing his hand up to stifle the sound. it's too boyish and mischievous to be considered a proper chuckle.]

I like it. You're all right, big guy...

[he lets one of his legs dangle at the knee, over the ladder.]

Is he really a vampire? The only other one I've met had big, awful teeth. [he gestures, holding his fingers like claws in front of his mouth.] Like a shark, or... a lawn-cutter.

[bb_wolf]

Hm.

[One back foot comes up and scratches thoughtfully at his cheek before he shifts back, resting his head on his flank to watch Robin with a hooded, heavy gaze.

Big has some experience with vampires, enough to recognise that Sascha is something... like a vampire. He settles on something basically the truth.]

Good a term as any for what he is.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Mm. I guess that's fair. [he doesn't seem very bothered by it, casually watching Bigby back.] We don't even have vampires where I'm from. It's just humans and monsters.

[...and whatever he is, but the subject of his exact species is debatable anyway.]

But I take it he won't go causing trouble.

[bb_wolf]

[Big has experience with lots of things from a lot of worlds, from a to z and a few letters no one knows exist. But he's not entirely sure what Sascha is.

He considers it, one ear flicking back and forth.]

No. Well, he'll cause trouble, because he's an idiot and no one's bothered socialising or training him before, but he won't be a danger to anyone but himself.