driftfleet | SS Bloodsport : The Mingle Edition

[ That's a lot of description for one person--in depth, too. Sascha can't help but wonder if he's maybe fond of her? Although he does mention her...boyfriend? Husband? So he makes a thoughtful sound. ]

She sounds gorgeous...

[Bigby could describe each and every Fable in that sort of detail. The ones at the Farm... maybe less so, it had been a long time since he had seen ~~tasted~~ most of them.]

She is. Lot of the Fables are striking, for their species. Human, troll, cat, Reynard reckons he's the best looking fox anyone has ever seen.

At least Beauty never married Charming. Probably not for lack of trying on his behalf.

--Prince Charming?? [ Even Sascha's heard that one, although he's more of a "character type" than the one Bigby means. ]

That one.

Married Snow first, back when they were both young. Then he fucked her sister, she instigated divorce proceedings...

And he went and rescued Briar Rose and married her. Never heard what broke them up. I presume him putting it around to anything female that would stay still long enough. Then there was the ball, and Cinderella.

He didn't deserve any of them. All good, smart, lovely women and he fucked it up every time. Asshole.

That's....a lot different than the stories they told back home. W-wow. [ Sex and men: 1# reason for being in trouble. ]

Tell me the stories you heard.

[It helps, listening to stories. What is so often retellings of his reality.]

Well....girls who're good and do their best will one day find a Prince Charming sort of thing. Like, a capture Princess waiting for her Prince Charming and that sort of thing...he's always the good guy.

Yeah. And he's great for the rescue, for seeing past the dirt, braving the danger.

It's afterwards that he's a fuckhead.

Seriously. Tell me one of the stories you know.

[He relaxes and closes his eyes to listen.]

Well...I don't know them super-well, but I know Aschenputtel!

[ So he'll tell a very abridged version of this! ]

[It's a story he knows so well.]

Cinderella. Though she worships no God and now relies on no one but herself. But the story is unmistakable, that's her and Charming.

Really?? [ Holy cow. Fables are based off of books then? Or maybe they share the same name only? Either way, it's neat. ]

That's cool....

Out lives and stories saturate the worlds.

And give us power. Every time a child is warned to stay on the path or the wolf will get them, or told not to tell lies, because Peter cried Wolf and then the Wolf got him? It's me they talk about.

[He probably wouldn't tell anyone else this sort of detail. It doesn't pass his mind not to tell Sascha.]

Does that make you stronger whenever they tell your story...? [ That's the conclusion he's able to draw from this, more curious than anything else as he leans forward on his elbows on the counter. ]

It makes us more immortal.

[Not stronger, exactly. It makes their story stronger and that gives them power. Bigby is unstoppable. Because there is always a wolf and that wolf is always him. There is nothing he cannot hunt down, there is no force that can make him stop his hunt.]

More us. Charming becomes more persuasive, more skilled at overcoming challenges in the pursuit of what he wants. Cinderella gets more determined. Snow can and will survive anything life throws at her.

Totenkinder, one of our witches, she's a crone. She's worming her way into becoming the archetype, to gain more power. We've managed to stop her doing that shit so far.

What happens to you if more people tell your story...?

I become more me. And I'm already immortal. Even moreso than most Fables.

Well...I like you as you♥ So I'll tell your story lots when I learn it.

My stories aren't very nice. I am the bad guy. I eat people, hunt little pigs, all that stuff.

Well...I eat people too, sorta. But I'm not bad! Ad neither are you, you're super-nice to me. [ Compared to the treatment he's received elsewhere, Bigby's a saint. ]

No, I'm not super nice. You have terrible standards for people being nice to you. Some of the worst I've ever seen, and I know prostitutes who have pimps that beat them and they thank them for it.

[He gets up and pulls out the tray from the oven with gloves. He sets it down and gets two plates out, serving up the meat. About a third on one plate, the rest on another and he slides the smaller portion to Sascha.]

Wait until you have cutlery, then you can eat.

[ Whose eyes widen upon realizing he's going to get a share, practically sparkling. ]

C, cutlery?? [ But...he has fangs. They can chew through this no problem why does he have to use cutleryyyyyy ]

Yes.

[He had to learn to use the fucking things. It's part of appearing human.]

You want to not be chased by mobs brandishing torches and lasers guns. You need to seem to be one of them, or at least, seem to be not a dangerous predator.

[He comes back and slaps down the knife and fork before taking a seat.]

Do you know how to use them?

[ Sascha gives them a slight loo, weighing his confidence on the matter. ]

...I've never used them, but I've seen people use them!

[He figured.

He picks up his own, showing Sascha how he's holding them.]

Watch. Fork. Knife. Use the fork to stop the food sliding away, knife to cut a small piece off. Then use the fork to pick up the piece and eat it.

[He demonstrates.]

[ That seems simple enough...so clearly, it can't be that hard. Right? Sascha will fumble a bit as he tries to copy the exact way that Bigby holds his knife first, trying with his fork next.

He winds up holding both in his fists rather than perfectly, but hey it's a start right? ]

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