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driftfleet2016-08-22 06:55 pm
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The most unwilling broadcast of cuteness
Who: Bigby
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Iskaulit
When: Now ish?
[For a while, he ponders the validity of just going hungry and thirsty rather than admit the trouble he seems to have wound up in.
When he went to sleep, sprawled across the floor in a hall in the Iskaulit, he hadn't paid much attention to the fact that there was a grating which shifted under him when he rolled.
When he wakes up, he's horribly, vividly aware of it, because he's stuck down the bottom of the vent and can't jump with enough force to push it open. Puppy legs just aren't strong enough to jump from smooth metal like that and whilst he considers just starving until whatever horror this is wears off, he quickly finds his soft little paw pads are getting irritated by the cold metal.
He tries to message Sascha directly with the communicator, conveniently down there with him. When then fails, he just shoves his nose against it until something turns on it blinks that light that means broadcasting.]
I need help. I'm... stuck. In a vent. On the Iskaulit.
[His voice is child soft and light.
And then he shivers, because the cold is coming up through his paws.]
((OOC: Bigby is glitching for a week or so. Bigby is glitching into an adorable pup.))
Addendum
[Bigby can be found mostly on the Iskaulit and Bloodsport, because while he'd love to hide away in his room, he can't actually get out of it on his own. So you can find the tiny pup wandering around on his own (possibly being stalked by a squealing not-vampire), terrorising the fox park like only a tiny pup can and sometimes falling asleep in random spots because he's just worn himself otu and abby bodies need sleep.]
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Iskaulit
When: Now ish?
[For a while, he ponders the validity of just going hungry and thirsty rather than admit the trouble he seems to have wound up in.
When he went to sleep, sprawled across the floor in a hall in the Iskaulit, he hadn't paid much attention to the fact that there was a grating which shifted under him when he rolled.
When he wakes up, he's horribly, vividly aware of it, because he's stuck down the bottom of the vent and can't jump with enough force to push it open. Puppy legs just aren't strong enough to jump from smooth metal like that and whilst he considers just starving until whatever horror this is wears off, he quickly finds his soft little paw pads are getting irritated by the cold metal.
He tries to message Sascha directly with the communicator, conveniently down there with him. When then fails, he just shoves his nose against it until something turns on it blinks that light that means broadcasting.]
I need help. I'm... stuck. In a vent. On the Iskaulit.
[His voice is child soft and light.
And then he shivers, because the cold is coming up through his paws.]
((OOC: Bigby is glitching for a week or so. Bigby is glitching into an adorable pup.))
Addendum
[Bigby can be found mostly on the Iskaulit and Bloodsport, because while he'd love to hide away in his room, he can't actually get out of it on his own. So you can find the tiny pup wandering around on his own (possibly being stalked by a squealing not-vampire), terrorising the fox park like only a tiny pup can and sometimes falling asleep in random spots because he's just worn himself otu and abby bodies need sleep.]
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I was the runt, okay? Of a litter of seven. I don't like being picked up.
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I was the biggest of five.
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I outgrew all of them. They learned to fear me.
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[Slightly bigger, since she was a male fox back then.]
You did well for yourself.
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[This is kind of turning into storytime.]
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[Humans exaggerate their stories, Fairy Tales get created, belief is weird.]
The North Wind is one of your parents, then?
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Of course, the normally deep, dismissive growled grunt is more like a small squeak.]
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Who was the other one, then? Unless you don't like talking about either....
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She wasn't... storied. Wasn't like you and me.
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Her tone might be softening slightly.]
What was she like?
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Soft. Warm. I was still a pup when she died. We were barely weaned.
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[There's a slight pause, before she adds:]
For both of you. A mother never getting to see her kits grow up is a terrible tragedy.
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