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[bb_wolf]

Who: Bigby
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Iskaulit
When: As of the Shuffle


Sascha's gone.


[Yup. That's it.

Bigby is at the Iskaulit if anyone wants him. Prowling the hallways, being a menace.]

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[ecclesiophobic]

[Kurt's nose wrinkles, amusement tinging his voice in contrast.]

That's utterly disgusting. ..Though it would probably improve the garment.

[bb_wolf]

Would definitely improve it.

And it still might be better than Bloody Mary's reputed dress.

[ecclesiophobic]

Bloody Mary. The ghost that's supposed to show her face if you stand in front of a mirror and claim you have her baby?

[bb_wolf]

That's one of the stories. Some believe if you stand in front of a mirror at night with no light and chant her name she'll come for you.

There's nothing that'll bring her to the mirror anymore. Thank fuck. Psychotic fucking head stomper.

[ecclesiophobic]

This is, without a doubt, one of the strangest conversations I've had in my life. [He says after a pause, shaking his head slowly.

Apparently he's decided to make himself comfortable, as before he speaks Kurt sinks into a crouch.] I assume you killed her. How the fuck do you kill a ghost?

[bb_wolf]

Really? Huh.

[It doesn't even rate as strange to Bigby, except maybe the wedding dress bit. That was a bit weird.

Bigby lays his head down on his paws again.]

She wasn't a ghost. She was from the Silvering, the back of the looking glass. She had the power to step from there to any mirror and out into the real world.

[ecclesiophobic]

Less strange now that you've said she's not a ghost. Magical dimensions I've been to. [And ridden an undead unicorn, which is somehow less strange to Kurt than the idea of a literal ghost.]

I'd be lying if I said I weren't intensely jealous of that ability. Being able to move through mirrors would be extremely useful. ['Or shadows', he thinks, and the mark over his eye twitches. Absently, Kurt rubs at it with the palm of his hand.]

[bb_wolf]

It was a goddamn pain in the fucking neck, she kept jumping out of reflections at me until I managed to get my teeth around her.

[He lazily yawns and snaps his teeth shut with a distinct 'click'.]

Me? I gotta settle for walking. Or catching a cab.

[ecclesiophobic]

[His expression doesn't change but Kurt's heartbeat changes tempo slightly, mild fear and the thrill of wondering how long he'd last if the two of them fought. He'd lose--and part of him is still not upset by the prospect--but it would be a hell of a challenge until he did.]

Can't drive, or don't?

[bb_wolf]

Can't.

[He reaches to tap his head.]

Something in here. Not designed to deal with cars. Don't have the interest in forcing it into line.

[ecclesiophobic]

You're a joy as a passenger, aren't you?

[bb_wolf]

I have no opinion on other people's driving. I don't drive and I can't die. I mostly watch the world go by and smoke.

[So yes, actually, he's a good passenger.]

[ecclesiophobic]

..Can you lean fluidly with a motorcycle?

[Kurt no.]

When you're human-shaped, of course.

[bb_wolf]

... no idea.

[ecclesiophobic]

I suppose there's nothing I could bribe you with to find out, is there?

[bb_wolf]

[The wolf raises an eyebrow.]

Oh?