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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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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.

Kind of got the impression. Don't worry. You're not hurting my feelings.

[ it's not like the man is used to people flirting with him or anything. he won't lose any sleep. ]

Scratch my back, I'll scratch yours. You should know all about that if you've been around as long as you say. [ SHRUG. ] Ladies first.

[Yes, her . . . thirty-odd something years of living, about four of which were spent as an immortal, yes, she certainly knows that . . . the joys of long life . . .

The babiest immortal ever, that's her.

Anyway!]

All right.

[Hmm . . . well, Ardyn already knows this one. It's still not something she'll share with most people, but Bigby can be an exception. So Rosalind waits a moment, staring blankly at him, and then--

Vanishes is, perhaps, the best word for it. She's simply there one second and gone the next, her disappearance as soft as a shadow and as (apparently) effortless as a sigh. But oh, there she is: this time appearing right next to him, glancing up in mild amusement.]

Ta-dah.

[ POSER. ]

I'm waiting―

[ not for long. she's gone and he shuts up immediately. just as he looks around, she's next to him, acting as if she was a magician who had pulled a fast one on her audience. Bigby sputters his lips immediately. ]

Well, that's cute. You're ageless and you can teleport. That makes it... what? Time-related, I'm guessing?

[ just a wild guess from a wolf that pretends to be a human that works as a sheriff. ]

Don't be patronizing.

[It's an order, not a suggestion. But the fact he'd guessed accurately is impressive, and she nods, a little smile coming to her lips.]

Time and space, yes. Well done, Mr. Wolf.

[Hey, that's kind of a compliment!]

Encountered many people who can do that, or are you simply observant enough to put two and two together?

I can't go and compliment you too much. Head might get big. Wouldn't look nice.

[ time and space. ohhhh. Bigby may have guessed right, but he isn't about to figure out the science that goes behind that in the slightest. at her question, he figures it's about time to give her something in return. ]

I've known of people who can do something similar, but it wasn't because of time or space. You're a first in that regard.

[ so yes. simply observant. ]

Is there a way to explain it without making my head hurt? You can keep it as a party trick if not.

There is, yes. But I think I'll keep it as a party trick for the time being.

[If only because she doesn't want to get into the whole I died thing right this second. If nothing else, that'd put him two up on her.]

Your turn.

Sounds like an excuse for me to come prying into your business in the future. But that's fine. [ does that mean he is intrigued? of course. take that however way you want, Lutece. ] You didn't waste a damn second. Ugh. Fine.

[ there's no way he is about to go full furry in this poor woman's home. he won't even opt to go into his second form, assuming that would be waaay too much hair to see on a man's body so soon. Bigby extends a singular hand out towards her. before she thinks he's trying to hold onto hers, she'll notice how it changes. nails grow long and sharp to a point, and the hair on his forearm thickens. ]

Just a glimpse. I... you don't really need to worry about seeing the whole thing. Here's hoping you don't ever need to.

[She watches, and at least it's not in open-mouthed awe like someone else might. She is intrigued, but it's a contained thing, visible only in the sudden widening of her eyes. She reaches for his hand immediately, then hesitates, aware she probably ought not to just grab at him.]

Well. I'll certainly be eager for you to come prying if all your tricks are this intriguing.

[She glances up at him.]

Is there something inherently dangerous about your other form?

[ when she reaches, he does, in fact, pull back out of reflex. those very same nails she is looking at has done a lot of damage over the years, decades or even centuries. even if Bigby is very much in control of himself, he can't help but be defensive.

with a sigh, though, he motions with his fingers that she can inspect if she wants. ]

Don't be too eager. You'll come off as you like me or something.

[ smirk. what kind of flirtatious bs is this. ]

There's something very dangerous about my other form. If there's ever a day you have to see it, that means someone pissed me off or we're in deep shit. Hopefully neither happens.

[He gets a dry look for that bit of teasing, but it's not particularly unfriendly or displeased. And then, as she takes his hand (careful to avoid touching those claws):]

You're one of the less insufferable people I've met around here. Add to the fact you're not a teenager or in your early twenties, and with a little work you might just make the list.

Are you going to tell me what thing, specifically, is so dangerous about your other form?

Me, not insufferable? Not too excited to run into the people you've met that are worse than me.

[ she makes it sound as if earning a place on her list of people to like is something worthy of a challenge or even an achievement. that has him rolling his eyes. ] I'll be honest. Can't remember the last time I've gone out of my way to earn someone's affection. Don't hold your breath. [ allowing her to touch his hand as casually as she does would be considered rare enough. she won't know that, of course. ]

Nuh uh. You can think about possibly expanding on that little party trick of yours. Quid pro quo.

[She pulls a little face at him for that eye-roll, but it's not worth picking the fight right now, not when there's more important things to focus on.]

Very well.

[Let's see . . .]

It began with an assassination attempt. A man was paid to overload one of my machines, making our-- my death an accident.

[There's no going back after that slip, but Rosalind forges on ahead. Robert isn't a secret, but she doesn't precisely want to get into him right now.]

But the machine the man chose was one that was designed to create doorways in time and space, giving me the ability to see into other worlds. So when it overloaded, it didn't kill me-- and yet it did, all at once. It scattered my cells across all the worlds, giving me the ability to not only see how every choice plays out, but to move among time and space with ease.

Explanation enough for you?

That's... one hell of an explanation, alright.

[ surely she has gone through this and gotten some strange faces. Bigby doesn't make one of those, per se, but he does take his hand back (she was holding it long enough) and fold his arms to look at her as if in deep thought. that's a lot of information to swallow, and while trying to wrap his mind around how all of that works and just how damned powerful that makes her...

... he retraces to the beginning. because whether she wants to get into him or not, he did indeed hear that slip of the tongue. pardon how lewd that sounds. ]

So you're not the only one capable of doing that. Can't help but think of how dangerous that sounds. More dangerous than me.

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