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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.]

Comments

[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?