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[ first off: don't ask questions about the username. Bigby assumes it's subtle enough considering no one here knows him as the Big Bad Wolf, but he doesn't really... realize... the implications of the abbreviation he chose. oh well.

there's more pressing matters to attend to. ]

Not even here a goddamn month and shit goes to hell. Because of course. So much for peace.

[ on camera is a man who doesn't seem very pleased with the current chaos of the recent bombing. a moment is given to take a drag of his cigarette between words, blowing a puff of smoke straight towards whoever is watching. ]

I need information on the fugitives. Don't care if you're best friends or you've crossed paths with them once. Backgrounds, real names, affiliations, common hangouts. Also addresses on where they live. Give me a scent to work with and they'll be found.

[ another inhale of nicotine before he smothers the embers on a nearby surface. he's still as displeased as five seconds ago. ]

Also don't really care if they're in deep with this Shady Fucker or just a matter of "wrong place, wrong time". They have questions to answer one way or another. Got a problem with that? Take a wild guess on how I feel.

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You're so eager to help.

[She isn't disapproving, mind. She isn't approving either, it's just kind of a curious statement.]

Do you always play the hero?

Wouldn't really call it eager. ―Or heroic. I just don't trust anyone else to do a better job.

[ maybe a little cocky-sounding, but at least he has the résumé to back it up. ]

You're that good?

[Again: not challenging. She actually somewhat likes him. But if he's going to talk like that, he'd best be prepared to prove it.]

Get me the information I'm asking for and you'll find out. I'm sure you know at least one of the fugitives.

[ oh, he's more than happy to prove it. ]

You assume quite a bit.

[But let's see . . .]

I can give you visual descriptions on a few. And given I'm certain a few are new, I'd wager I can find out where they live as well.

[If is clear in the air, but he can likely guess where that's going. Nothing comes for free, friendly or not.]

Charming lady that you are, I'd be surprised if I was wrong.

[ take it as a compliment! those are few and rare with this guy. ]

That's a start. Seeing as how your lips appear to be getting tighter and tighter, I'm assuming you're― what, going to try and make me work for it?

Oh, hardly. Come by my home and I'll hand it over in person-- I'd rather not over the network.

The price comes afterwards. Twenty percent of whatever you earn off of my information.

Mm. Fair enough.

[ he's not interested in seeing this become a race to finding the fugitives before someone else. Ms. Lutece appears to have a decent head on her shoulders. that's comforting. ]

Give me more than a visual and you can have thirty for all I care. I'm not in it for the money.

Fantastic.

[She most certainly is, but that's all right, that just means they can work more smoothly together.]

House 66. I'll see you soon.

[ House 66. Bigby finds it simply enough, and the heavy pounding of his fist against the door will likely make it obvious who is standing outside waiting for her. whenever she opens, there he stands, a new cigarette placed firmly between his lips. ]

Hey. You're not jerking me around, are you? This is a time sensitive thing.

[She gives him a rather incredulous look.]

No. That would be stupid and pointless, wasting both my time and yours.

[She's already written up a little report, actually, in neat, even script. There's not a whole lot on there, unfortunately, but it contains a few names and physical descriptions, as well as Rosalind's guesses on where they might reside. But before she hands it over--]

You were speaking to Ms. Highwind earlier. What did you mean, you track them down by scent?

Right. Pardon me and my skepticism. Comes with the, uh. [ gestures at himself. ] Territory. Hope you understand.

[ Bigby takes a glance at the report she has prepared and looks rather surprised. perhaps even amused. pleased? it's hard to put a finger on his current emotion. he reaches forward to take it from her without asking before she drops that bomb of a question, causing that surprised/amused/pleased look to drop in favor of disappointment. ]

Forgot that shit is public knowledge. No wonder you wanted a face-to-face.

[ he can't help but reach up to pinch the bridge of his nose, sighing heavily soon after. ]

There's no chance I can just increase your cut to help you forget I ever said that, is there?

[That's a hell of a reaction.]

That's not the only reason I wanted a face-to-face.

[Hm.]

Is it so horrible a reason? If you were being literal, you're hardly the only person with unusual abilities.

Yeah? [ he's going to lean against her door frame with crossed arms and perked eyebrows, curious about her intent. ] And what else has you wanting to meet me in person, mm?

[ she's got him on that, though. he accepts powers and abnormalities aren't exactly uncommon here, but explaining the background leading up to how he has them isn't something he is excited to do anytime soon. ]

Depends on your definition of horrible. But yeah, I was being literal. I would have been able to find your house even if you didn't provide me a number.

[For just a moment, she looks surprised. But he asked his question first; she'll be polite.]

. . . sensibility. I wanted to meet with you in person because it'd be a stupid idea to go around shouting what names I know if these people truly are criminals.

[But now on to the more important thing, and her gaze turns more interested:]

Bigby Wolf, who can apparently follow someone's scent after meeting them only once. How keen is it? Could you follow me if I took steps to prevent it?

Fair enough.

[ maybe he should have made a note that people can contact him anonymously or through private channels. ah, well. that would be unlike him, and we all know we can't afford Bigby to not be Bigby. ]

Ohhhh, no. I can't go giving you all of the secrets of the trade, can I? What if I may need to tail you in the future?

[ there's the most subtle hints of a smirk there on the corners of his lips. he's (not) sorry for being so difficult. ]

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[Guess who doesn't appreciate being teased? This gal. She hardly stamps her foot or pouts, but there's a hint of a frown in her expression.]

As if I'm going to set off a bomb or steal something.

[But no, you know what, she takes a step forward, getting up in his space.]

But even if someone were to disguise their scent, you have the advantage of intelligence on your side, don't you . . . but even intelligence can be overcome. A scent bomb in the middle of a crowded street would fool your nose easily, wouldn't it?

[Her eyes dart over his face, but there's nothing inhuman in his feature.]

Any other wolfish traits you're inclined to disclose? A tail tucked away, perhaps?

[ he can pick up on the mild form of pouting or frustration. it only causes the smirk to tug at his mouth harder. Bigby's such a dick. ]

Pretty sure a lot of people are saying that about the ones currently in hiding. It's not like anyone really knows what you were up to before here. 'Less you got friends that are awake, that is.

[ there's no real lingering suspicion that Rosalind is a troublemaker. not one that would put the city at risk, anyway. ]

Wow. You're really trying to pick me apart, aren't you. Am I at least allowed inside? Maybe you should get a pen and paper while you're at it.

[ it's pretty obvious that he is being vague on purpose. he'll give her something, at the very least. ]

It would probably confuse my nose, yeah. My nose has... mm, been around for a while, though. Just a matter of getting accustomed to it over time. Rain and inclement weather used to dampen my senses. Not anymore.

[What a dick. What an absolute asshole. Rosalind's eyes narrow into a glare, but she takes a step back, letting him in properly. He can even sit on a couch if he likes, isn't that nice? She won't address that first part, though. There's little point; he's already being insufferable, she won't give him the pleasure of rising to that bait.

And anyway: there's suddenly far more interesting things to focus on.]

How old are you?

[ yes and yes. at least he isn't asking if you're drunk? the glare is exchanged with his smirk being wiped off his face, deciding not to prod her further. as for sitting on a couch, he won't make himself that comfortable. her doorway is exchanged for a wall, allowing her to get another question out there. ]

How old do I look?

[ he's definitely going to answer her question with a question. sorry, not sorry. ]

You appear to be in your thirties, as do I.

[This isn't a secret, but it's still something she isn't eager to spread around. That being said, she wants badly to know more about what Bigby's whole deal is, and she can't do that without offering him something. So . . . ]

That doesn't mean it's true for either of us.

Maybe you should be looking for the reward yourself.

[ he speaks to her deductions being spot on. she even one-ups him when referencing that there appears to be more to the both of them than initially believed. there's no way Bigby could have made an assumption that led him to assume she was more than a woman in her thirties. shows that she is better at hiding her traits than him, apparently. ]

I might not know you well enough, but I think it's fair to say this could be a bluff of some kind to get me to go first.

[ if she knows how it is to want to mitigate information leaking, she should empathize. hopefully. ]

Yes, I suppose this could end in my cackling triumphantly. Aha, I could say, I'm truly only thirty-five, but now I know you're a thousand. Truly, a feat of cunning.

[She's very tired of this planet, Bigby, it means she's got a shorter fuse than usual. Still, while the sarcasm is dry and drawling, it isn't actually nasty, and it's not meant to offend.]

I don't know how old I am, not anymore.

[ are you kidding? she is talking his language right now. it's enough to make Bigby let out an actual laugh. prim and proper as might be, he can't help but appreciate her sarcasm. ]

Smartass. [ that's all he's got to say to that. her answer is vague, but he thinks on his and realizes it's not much better. ] We're in the same boat. Though I guess you could put mine more in the range of centuries. Have fun trying to narrow that down.

[ possibly millennium, but who is counting? not this guy. ]

You look good for being ageless, if that helps any.

I'm flattered. Though I hope you're not waiting with baited breath for a compliment in return; I don't hand them out so easily.

[She drawls it out-- god forbid she give a genuine answer in return for that compliment-- but it's rather nice to hear.

Good lord, though, that's the second ageless person she's met here. How many of them are there? But oh, thinking of Ardyn reminds her, and she adds:]

You seem fond of exchanges. I'll tell you a bit about my abilities if you inform me of your own.

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