Action: Open.

[vagabond_code]

Who: Clint, Kate, and Kara || OR YOU
Broadcast: No broadcast.
Action: Iskaulit.
When: Tonight.

(CLOSED TO KATE AND KARA)

[When Kate Bishop says, 'I want to introduce you to a friend', get suspicious. Have a beer, find a pack of cards from where it had been stashed behind Varric's bar, deal yourself a few hands of Solitaire and park your butt. Dress in your best purples. They'd recently been discussing their respective romantic prospects, so he was primed for one of two equally unpleasant scenarios. Had Kate found him a date? Had Kate found someone for her own dating purposes? Was this some sort of weird thing where she wanted Clint to like the guy? A permission thing? Have another drink, consider upping and leaving, check the time like a billion times.

But they're weren't late, not yet. He was early. Because, what if he wanted to make a good impression? You only get one chance.]

(OPEN TO EVERYONE)

[Before this anxious meeting, and probably after it, Clint will be on what he has come to think of as the ship-with-the-bar-on-it. Hit him up there, or bump into him while he gets bored and takes to broadening his understand of what this place has to offer. Expect him to be nervously fiddling with a pack of cards - performing feats of accuracy that defy the laws of fluid dynamics. In the gardens chopping off the heads of this or that flower with edge of a rapidly spinning card or curving another one gracefully through the air from one end of the hallway to another. He even stands for a fair while looking at the mural. Anywhere else, he'll at least pop his head in.]

Comments

[bb_wolf]

I'm not a dog. I'm a wolf.

[He sits his not inconsiderable self down, settling down on his stomach to put his head at about head level with Clint, making it easier to see his face.]

This garden takes a lot of effort from a lot of people. Not me. I don't have green thumbs. But this is the only place in this whole fucking fleet where I can breathe without choking.

[Metaphorically.]

[vagabond_code]

Wait, slow down, I'm not--

[Shit. If mistake number one was not carrying weapons with him literally everywhere he goes, mistake number two is not having gotten his goddamn hearing aids fixed yet. He's really quite good at making up for his deafness, but there are some feats above even him.]

I know you're talking, but I can't read dog-lips all that great. It's gunna be a problem, I c'n tell.

[bb_wolf]

[Bigby snapped his mouth shut.

Well... shit.

Clint was just going to have to live with the consequences of that revelation as Bigby focused and shrank down, coming up onto his legs as he changed back into his human skin. He was, as a human, surprisingly mundane. Not giant, like his wolf self, not even overly hairy like some hirsute Canadian just a slightly short, well built man with no scars.

His eyes were the last to change, irises becoming apparent and then finally stopping glowing.

He was also naked. Deal with it.]

Easier?

[vagabond_code]

Looked painful.

[Clint began taking his shirt off half-way through the transformation. It was pretty obvious that -- yup. Dangly bits. Ugh. He didn't sign up for this. His eyes stay above waist-level and he holds his hand up to block his view just in case, although it doesn't seem to be bothering the wolf-guy any.]

I guess it's better?

[He's handing the guy his shirt, for what good it'll do. It isn't like he can put his legs in the arm holes or anything. Good going, Clint.]

Okay go, threaten away.

[bb_wolf]

Thanks.

[Bigby takes the shirt and ties it around his waist to maximise coverage of everything that humans find problematic and embarrassing.]

Nah, made my point. This garden takes a lot of fucking work from a lot of people. Don't maim the plants.

[vagabond_code]

Sorry about that. Wasn't thinking. Haven't got my space-head on yet.

[For what it's worth he really does look sorry - or at the very least embaressed.]

That's a cool trick. Where'd you learn it?

[bb_wolf]

[Bigby frowns and tilts his head.]

You mean the shapeshifting?

[vagabond_code]

Is it like a mutant thing, or --

[Because it occurred to Clint that this could easily be an other-dimensional version of someone he already knew. Like... a brown Beast in control of his powers or something weird like that.

No but seriously though he was fairly sure the guy was a werewolf.]

[bb_wolf]

You're saying things and I don't think you mean them how they sound.

I was cut with a cursed knife to let me turn into a human.

[vagabond_code]

Ohhh, so you're a were-human.

[It might sounds strange, but that seems to settle it for Hawkeye.]

[bb_wolf]

[In a rare showing, Bigby looks pleased at this summary.]

Yeah, that's it exactly. I wear this shape to fit through doorways.

[vagabond_code]

Hey I'm easy, I'd say switch back but -- you know.

[He taps the side of head beside his ear and winces. Then something occurs to him.]

Hey, y'know sign-language?

[It's worth a shot, right? Maybe the guy tried to learn for communication's sake, before the going-human thing became an option.]

[bb_wolf]

No?

[He's confused. Why would a wolf know sign language?]

Why...? My enunciation has always been pretty good.

[vagabond_code]

Because if you did you wouldn't need to pretend you were an old-timey PI.

[He just... he had the look about him.]

Ah, don't worry about it. It was a long shot anyway.

[bb_wolf]

... I don't pretend to be an old-timey PI.

I'm just a boring old Sheriff in a small community.

[vagabond_code]

Like a-- wolf-people town?

[He's trying here, but he's imagining the wild wild werewolves of the old west. All fur and saloons. Claws at high noon. It's pretty cool in his head, actually.]

[bb_wolf]

No. There's nothing else like me in any of the worlds I've been to.

People I... helped. During an invasion. Saved a lot of people, they got grateful a couple of centuries later and offered me a place and job with them.