video/action: Bloodsport OTA

[bb_wolf]

Who: Bigby and anyone listening
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: On the Bloodsport
When: Now

[Having been unconscious for two weeks, when Bigby woke up he had promptly decided to take a couple of days to sleep it off. It's only now, after a shower and some food that he bothers to take to the comm.

He's in the shuttle bay, where his massive bulk fits best.]

I was thinking about starting some kind of immortals evening. Get together. Bitch about how things have changed over the last couple of centuries. Commiserate with others who get the whole 'living for fucking ages' thing, if that's what floats your boat.

Just finding it weird, being surrounded by so many mortals. Fables keep themselves to themselves. No point making friends with mortals for us. Anyone interested?

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[pneumo]

[ And of course the minute Bigby woke up this guy hasn't left his side, not even once. He's probably been shooed out of the room a few times but aside from that? Bigby may as well have a barnacle instead of a Sheol. He's just that glad Bigby's awake, that he's okay and remembers him and he's back to normal.

He manages to sit still and quiet until Bigby's finished his address by some miracle, but as soon as it's okay he's hugging one oversized paw tightly. ]

I've always been surrounded by humans. Vampires don't like me. [ But the reasons for that should be obvious, considering. ]

[bb_wolf]

Yes, but you also have total amnesia and the survival instinct of a lemming at the height of the season.

[The other paw reaches to press a toe against Sascha's head/face, the claw carefully away from his skin.]

[pneumo]

[ In typical Sascha fashion, this delights him and he makes a happy sound. ]

I don't know what a lemming is♥

[bb_wolf]

Hm.

It's a little rodent thing. Sometimes, when their numbers get really high, they seem to go insane and charge off on suicidal trips, only to drop dead from exhaustion. It's bizarre.

[pneumo]

Oh....

Yeah, that sounds kinda like me. Except for the dying part.

[bb_wolf]

Yeah, except for that. But the crazy lack of survival instinct... Lemmings sometimes hurl themselves off cliffs, or swim out to sea.

[pneumo]

I've never done those! That's good, right?

[bb_wolf]

Yeah, that's good. For a start, I don't think you can swim, so you'd just walk along the bottom of the ocean.

[pneumo]

Aww, I'd probably just drown♥

[bb_wolf]

... Sascha, you don't need to breathe.

[pneumo]

.....................

I don't?

[bb_wolf]

... probably not. I mean, to talk, yes, but you can't die. Your body isn't alive. You need to breathe to live.

[pneumo]

[ Sascha lifts his head to look up past the paw pushes gently into his face, confused. ]

But...you can't die and your body's alive, right?

[bb_wolf]

[Bigby spreads his toes so Sascha can peer through them.]

Yes. But I'm a Fable. Not... a Sheol.

[He remembers the word.]

You're not alive like humans are. I don't need to breathe either.

[pneumo]

[ He'll get a nice good look at the way Sascha flinches when Bigby brings up the S-word, clutching just a bit more tightly to the wolf's fur and ducking. ]

But...I'm not dead. Right? Dead things don't move.

[bb_wolf]

Dunno.

Some dead things do. But they're not dead like mortals are dead. Ghosts. Zombies. Ghouls.

Vampires.

[He squeezes his paw slightly, toe beans tucking over Sascha's shoulders so his chest fits into the space between the main paw pad and his toes.]

You're not dead. You're just not alive like most things are. I'm still pretty sure you don't need to breathe.

[pneumo]

[ It's a dream come true and actually manages to make Sascha perk up a little bit as he buries his fingers into the thick fur, the side of his face pressed against one toe. ]

...D'you think I can die? [ he doesn't mean to suggest he wants to, he most certainly doesn't. But he has wondered if it's even possible, after witnessing so many other people succumb to the things he just gets up from and walks away. ]

[bb_wolf]

[Bigby hums, low and thoughtful.]

I don't know. I mean... there's probably ways. But they'd have to be pretty extreme. Like... firing you into a star.

[stretchy_girl]

[The part about mortals certainly get's Gemini's attention. She's currently coiled around one of the SS Bishop's heat exchangers, enjoying the warm it gives off while listening to some of the broadcasts going out over the fleet. Intrigued, a moment's alteration of form gives her the ability to speak, a young feminine voice coming through the channel on audio only.]

Would that offer be open to young immortals?

[bb_wolf]

[Bigby replies in kind, voice only.]

Define.

[pneumo]

I don't really want to get shot into a star.... [ being out in open space seems scary enough, all that floating forever with no way to stop... Ick. ]

[bb_wolf]

I'm not saying we should. Just that if you can die, it'd probably take something like that. Star. Black hole. Something.

[stretchy_girl]

[It's nothing personal it's just that she can't be bothered to go to the trouble of forming a face when there's barely any light.]

I'm in my early twenties but have every reason to believe I'll go on living indefinitely.

[pneumo]

What about you? You're way tougher than I am...

[bb_wolf]

Same, probably.

Been told silver would kill me. Maybe being beheaded by a magic axe. But I was shot up with silver once. Hurt like fuck, but didn't kill me. Didn't even scar.