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

[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.