Mingle for the oldies

[bb_wolf]

Who: Anyone who is immortal, inordinately long lived or just likes hanging out with old people?
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Málum on the Iskaulit
When: End of November

Broadcast: Text
[The broadcast is simple.]

Málum. Tonight. Immortal or near enough meet up. Buy your own.

Action: Málum

[Bigby is there, drinking whiskey and smoking cheap, horrible and stinky cigarettes. The rest of you can do what you want.]

Comments

[bb_wolf]

[Bigby may or may not be able to see Dezel, but he clearly knows where he is, always turning to follow the movement, scent and the fact that there's a wind elemental.

Bigby is the child of the North Wind. In most worlds, wind elementals very quickly defer to the presence of the wolf. He doesn't expect it, but he is clearly a bit curious about that fact.

In fact... out of curiosity, he gives a small thought to try and shift the flow of air, to see what the elemental does.]

[sylphystia]

[Dezel knows it immediately, innately. His gaze shifts to Bigby. Dezel's wind curls around the wolf in response, sharp and curious but only barely touching the edge of his sleeve.

He's never met a non-seraph who could control the wind like he can. As long as Bigby doesn't try to steal it from him entirely, then he doesn't care what the other guy does.]

[bb_wolf]

[Bigby's gaze lifts, but he's not actually looking at Dezel. His nose twitches slightly and he stubs out his cigarette, blowing out the last of the smoke and sending is spiralling in a clearly unnatural way.

He can pick Dezel out fine, just not with his eyes.]

[sylphystia]

[In that way, they are alike: Dezel can't see a damn thing. But his wind tells him everything he needs to know. He twitches his half-gloved fingers invisibly from behind the counter and sends the smoke drifting down to the floor.]

[bb_wolf]

[Bigby gives a snort of amusement and puffs out a breath.

It's cold, crisp, like snow and ice, nothing organic but a burst of actual winter wind rushing through.]

[sylphystia]

[He's not sure why they're having a pissing in the wind contest, but he's not making any trouble if it comes down to it. That said, he has no way of manipulating water-- it's a neutral element to him, neither subservient nor strong against wind-- so the best he can do is heat up Bigby's air.

And then he goes back to chopping fruit like nothing happened.]

[bb_wolf]

[It's not a contest. At least, not to Bigby. He's just never met anything like Dezel before.

He breathes words into the wind, flicking and twisting them towards the bar.]

Grab me a beer, would'ja?

[sylphystia]

[He's not a bartender, but the other hands in here are busy. There is a very deep sigh of reluctance as he reaches down behind the counter, shoves a cold glass under a tap, and then floats it over to Bigby's table.

If a little of the foam spills when he sets it down, it's nothing personal.]

Make sure to pay before you leave.

[bb_wolf]

[Nothing personal taken. It's not a real beer unless a bit of foam gets spilled.]

Yeah, 'course. Believe it or not, I'm a sheriff back home. Upholding law and order.

[Well, law. Order was a fickle thing with Fables.]

[sylphystia]

[So Bigby can hear him. Not surprising, since he can sense him too.]

You don't seem human.

[bb_wolf]

I'm not. This is just my 'be social' skin.

Bigby Wolf.

[sylphystia]

Why the hell would you want to do that?

[... What kind of name is that?]

I'm Dezel. [a pause] So you're a wolf? Or just named after one?

[bb_wolf]

Sometimes you can't let everyone see you're actually the size of a bus.

I'm the Wolf. The Big Bad Wolf.

[sylphystia]

[He's quiet for a while, trying to figure out what a bus is. Also what 'big bad wolf' could possibly mean.]

If that's some kind of title, I don't know it.

[bb_wolf]

Fairy tale thing.

[He doesn't try to push more information than that onto the other guy.]

Yes, I'm a wolf. A really big wolf.