"You Tried": The Ship

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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?]

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[bb_wolf]

Ain't no other wolf-

There isn't any other wolf like me.

[He is not New Yorker, he will not speak like one.]

I lived for a while near a village. There was this old biddy lived on the outskirts I'd been sizing up for my first human meal.

[pneumo]

You eat humans?? [ GASP. Bigby. ]

[bb_wolf]

Not any more...

[Don't give him that look.]

... it's not like I ate other wolves.

[pneumo]

[ It's a little silly, because technically Sascha would do that--and then more. ]

What about wild animals and stuff though?

[bb_wolf]

[Bigby stands up slowly, stretches and starts shrugging off his shirt, tucking it into a hanging bag high up on the wall.]

Yeah. I started small, worked my way up. Lived exclusive on humans for a long time, until the Adversary's soldiers started turning up.

[pneumo]

Who's that? [ Sounds not...like someone you'd really want to run into all that much honestly. Living on humans exclusively is technically what he's "supposed to do as a vampire" once he's finished being a Newborn, but that's sort of an iffy thing at the moment. And always has been.

He'll keep watching Bigby though, curious. ]

[bb_wolf]

Dunno. Just what we call him. He came out of the East. Took the lands of the mount gods, then the Green and Glittering lands. Kept marching forwards. His troops taste bad. Contaminated.

[Bigby keeps stripping. Pants come off and go into the bag.]

Get in the corner. I need space.

[pneumo]

Huh? Ohhh! Gotcha. [ Sascha stands and will quickly move over to the far corner as best he can, flattening in between the two walls. ]

I've never tasted anyone who had a bad flavour before. What was it like?

[bb_wolf]

[Bigby screws up his face at the memory of it. Sickness. Sour and putrid across his tongue.

He shakes himself and shifts back out. It's a smooth and easy transformation for him, though he's forced to curl as he changes, to fit in the room.

He finishes his shift with his nose tucked near the ladder leading out.]

Like rot. Putrescence. You can climb over me to get in the middle.

[pneumo]

Okay~ [ Sascha will more than happily move to do that, crawling his way up the wolf's flank in order to at least perch himself on his back for a moment, happily surveying the room from that height. ]

Sounds gross though. Lucky they're not here!

[bb_wolf]

[The bags are clearly hung high enough to be out of his way in this form.]

I took delight in hunting them. Chasing them. Making them fear the big, bad wolf until the merest whisper of a howl sent them fleeing and flinching at shadows.

They took my forest, but I made them pay dearly for it.

[pneumo]

...I'm sorry about your forest. [ Sascha slips down Bibgy's other side so he's properly in the middle, though his hands remain up and rested against the wolf's side as he gives him a very slow pet. He's only ever know one home, and for a very short period of time before it was no longer a place he could stay because of what he was.

He's not sure if he misses it, but he'd been happy there. It's probably much worse for Bigby. ]

[bb_wolf]

[Big resents it, even now. They forced him from his forest, because however many he killed and drove off, there were always more and he couldn't outnumber an army on his own.]

It was a long time ago. Centuries. But I still miss it. We'll take it back one day.

[pneumo]

After you finish here?

[ He'll leave, and then Sascha will have to find someone else to sleep atop once he's gone. ]

[bb_wolf]

[Big shrugs.]

Thing about being immortal? You don't have to rush to do things. We're preparing, slowly.

[pneumo]

And carefully right? You'll be careful? [ Please :c ]

[bb_wolf]

It's war, kiddo. There is no careful. It will be bloody and violent. There will be losses.

But their soldiers still cower when they hear my name. I'll be fine.

[pneumo]

Well, you are pretty scary. [ Sascha gives his side a few more long strokes before he lies his head against him again. ] And big.

[bb_wolf]

The biggest.

[And he refuses to let anything less than the king of winds put him down for good.]

If you're going to try that brush thing, you better do it now while I'm too relaxed to care.

[pneumo]

Oh...! Right! [ Excuse him while he quickly pulls that out then, leaning back. ] Tell me if it....tickles, I guess? Or itches.

[ Or does anything at all, you know.

[bb_wolf]

[Big gives a chuckle, heavy head sinking and he stretches as much as he can to let Sascha try.

Seriously, those brushes struggle with long haired, regular dogs. It never stood a chance against Big's pelt. It's barely scratching the surface.]

[pneumo]

[ It is 100% completely ineffective against his pelt, it's true. But Sascha's still trying for at least a minute or two before he winds up with nothing but bits of dense, rougher outer fur. ]

Guess it really isn't enough... Your fur is way too powerful for this.

[bb_wolf]

Yup.

[Which is exactly what he had said. But he let Sascha try.]

My claws can do it but...

[He stretches out a paw and flexes his claws. They're not dog claws. Dog claws aren't that sharp or as long as a man's forearm.]

[pneumo]

[ They are gigantic claws and for a moment Sascha just stops to stare, eyes wide. ]

......Holy moly.

[bb_wolf]

[Big yawns slightly. His claws aren't as big as his main fangs, but they're always more unexpected.]