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[puffing]

[ 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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[puffing]

Uh. By their scent.

[ he winces when he realizes that he could have probably moved forward without saying that the first time. now he has to, like. explain shit about himself and stuff. no one wants that. ]

Would it be too much to ask you not to ask how that works, by the way? Thanks.

[ and there goes another one thinking he's a hero. have you seen Bigby roll your eyes enough, Aranea? no. good, because it's happening again. ]

Yeah, I'm a real Samaritan. Have to make sure karma stays right by me and all. ―You going to keep patting my ass or give me something to work with, Ms. Highwind?

[unweave]

Scent. Hmm... [ She repeats, as if chewing on the word. ] Oooh, so there's a story behind why the nose knows. Got it, tough guy. You're safe another day, merely because I like the thought of dangling it over your head.

[ EYEROLLS GALORE. it's her kink. ]

No asspatting here, it's against policy. [ Says the girl who was teasing him to the point of compliments???? ] I know two of them through the fight club. Didn't talk with them much after that. 76 has military experience I'm guessing, says it in his little codename after all.

[ She won't sell him or Archer out, though. ]

Not best friends with them though, sorry.

[puffing]

There's always a story to everything. Doesn't mean they're all worth hearing about.

[ aka don't you dare dangle shit over his head, lest he continues to pick on you for getting beat up all the time. ]

Then this 76 is a problem. When you saw him, did he give you any bad vibes? Was he strapped with anything... sharp, or firearm-related?

[ Aranea, he fully believes you're gonna give him all of the deets. he'll move on to the second person later. don't think you'll be able to hold out on him. he can be very, very...

... persuasive. 8) ]

[unweave]

Maybe they are to me. It's subjective.

[ When he grills her, she gives a dismissive huff of air. ]

The big tough guy vibe. [ But, she smirks. ] Kinda like you. I'm really attracting a type here.

[ But he mentions being armed, she shakes her head. ]

If he was, I didn't see it. He's good with his hands, though. Reason why he was sleuthing around the fight club.

[puffing]

Give me something that is worth my time and maybe I'll play storyteller for you. Until then...

[ a shrug. she's going to be left to fill in a lot of blanks about him. ]

Sure you don't mean that's the type you find attractive? [ he almost says that playfully. Bigby isn't being hopeful, promise. ] Whatever. Consider him important to keep your eyes out on. I hope we've built a decent enough rapport for you to let me know if you run into him or any of the other fugitives.

[ don't think he's forgotten about a second person being known to her, though. ]

Moving on. Who's the other guy or gal you know?

[unweave]

Wishful thinking. So close, yet so far away.

[ Re: attractive. Aranea doesn't fight it, she moves on. There's business, after all. ]

Guy named Archer. I beat the shit out of him in fight club.

[ :)!!!! ]

[puffing]

Oh. That's good. Was beginning to worry your losing streak would never end.

[ but wait. he sputters his lips when the names begin to soak in. ]

76 and Archer? And someone else named Rocket? Did anyone maybe consider these names were something to be fucking worried about in the long run?

[ GROOOOOANS. this is coming from someone who uses "Bigby Wolf" as an amalgam of sorts for his true name. that or BBW, which is just. no. ]

[unweave]

Hey, fuck you. I won and then lost. At the very least, I'm humbly balanced.

[ UGH. What is wrong with this guy!! ]

I don't know — can't the same be said about our names? Don't tell me you're insensitive to other world's customs. Tsk tsk.

[ BBW ]

[puffing]

Yeah, yeah. Get in line. [ in reference to the "fuck you". ] Let's try and keep the losses to a minimum. If you're still wanting me in your mercenary group, you have to do better than that.

[ just going to openly laugh at the comment of being insensitive, though. ]

I'm insensitive to just about everything, but at least I don't discriminate. But... guess you're right. When you know someone named the Jersey Devil running a pawn shop, you'd think you would have heard it all.

[ ignoring that the Jersey Devil is a huge prick and a definite red flag in terms of suspicious activity, mind you. ]

[unweave]

So, what's next? Going to track them down and get the reward for yourself? [ BECAUSE IF THAT'S THE CASE... she may be offering service. ] Do tell.

[puffing]

You and everyone else are the greediest people I've run into in a while. And trust me, that is saying something.

[ most everyone responding is talking about the money and only the money. he wasn't even considering it when he made his initial callout, but... ]

If — and only if — I can't seem to handle this on my own, I may ask for your services. Exclusively. I'm not about to use anyone that may have been under you for all of one week.

[ consider yourself flattered. ]

Besides, are you not taking your shot at them on your own? Figured this stuff is prime real estate for your background.

[unweave]

Why else would you stick your nose where it doesn't belong?

[ She has concerns. Money at least was a driver — a motivator for her. ]

Mmmm. It may be prime real estate but - [ Her voice turns into a sing-song, a sultry roll of her words. ] I'm on vacation. Doctor's orders to let this heal at least for a little while.

[ But, if she's really bored, she would help him, but since he's ASKING .... she gives him a hard time. ]

[puffing]

Plenty of reasons. Maybe you have a soft spot for someone. If you're a guy, maybe you're thinking with your other head and hoping to get laid. Maybe you're just eager for the hunt.

[ not. speaking for himself or anything. neeeever. ]

Vacation. A... what, week after advertising your group's get-together? Two? Shit. Must be nice being the boss.

[ are you tired of him giving you shit, Aranea. politely let him know and he'll probably stop. maybe. ]

[unweave]

I somehow don't think those apply to this one.

[ She calls his bluff. ]

Always welcome to start your own business. Hey, maybe you can hire some bloodhounds and have a tracking business proper. Then you can get all the vacation days you'd like.

That or get stabbed.

[puffing]

I wouldn't know. Not going to guess what head you could be thinking with.

[ hardy harhar, he made a funny. as did she when she mentions bloodhounds. that's enough to warrant a snort of amusement; one that she probably can't appreciate to its fullness. ]

You lost me just when you were getting somewhere. Mutts would be a waste of money. [ remember the nose? yeeeeah. piece things together, Ms. Highwind. ] Besides, making me my own boss removes the challenge of you eventually hiring me. I thought you didn't want that.

[ HE'S STILL WANTING TO KNOW HOW THE FUCK SHE GOT STABBED. Bigby isn't going to give her shit about him until she spills the beans on her whole deal. ]

[unweave]

Riiight. [ YOU'RE STARTING TO BORE HER, BIGBY. She's not sure why hounds wouldn't work — they would be nice competition for a guy asking for a scent. Figuratively or literally. ] Seems like you're warming up to the idea of working for me. I can live without that challenge just fine.

[ A dismissive handwave and she's tilting her head to the side. ]

If you find out anymore info, give me a heads up.

[puffing]

[ well, he's soooo fucking sorry. ask politely and maybe he'll give you the deets, god. ]

I never said I warmed up to anything. I just wanted to see what tricks you had under your sleeve that would eventually convince me.

[ but since you're getting so bored, he'll just give a dismissive shrug of his own. two can do that, punk. ]

Same to you. Preferably for free.

[unweave]

Mmm? Sounds like you're curious on my methods.

[ A pause: ]

But, fair — I'm curious of yours too.

[puffing]

[ he hesitates.

even Bigby can't help but imagine there's a twang of innuendo in there. cue him clearing his throat as he tries to not think about that too much. ]

You're supposed to be the one charming me, last I recall. Ladies first.

[unweave]

What? That's not charming?

[ Consider her offended!! ]

[puffing]

Being curious is supposed to be charming?

[ be offended, punk. ]

For a flirty lady, I was expecting more from you. Tsk.