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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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[daemonized]

Keeping busy, I see.

[It's your new buddy! Hi.]

And as direct as ever. How is that faring for you?

[puffing]

[ fuckin' peachy ]

Always. Otherwise I might find myself buried in sand again.

[ regardless of how that ended up going between them, Bigby will #neverforget. ]

It's a work in progress. Got anything for me, or are you here to flaunt your umbrella again.

[daemonized]

[Hey he helped you out of that sand, Bigby. If anything, you should absolutely be singing his praises.]

Not at all. Simply poking my nose in here to see if there's anything relevant cropping up. I hope you don't mind.

[puffing]

[ the only thing Ardyn would get out of Bigby that is musical is him playing a trumpet with his fingers that results in a middle finger every time he hits a high note. ]

I don't really see you as the type to get involved in manhunts. Maybe on the sidewalk spectating the chase and hoping someone trips during a chase, but...

[daemonized]

[Bigby, so rude. He should've just left you in the sand.]

We've barely just met and this is your first impression of me?

[And yet he laughs all the same.]

I'm part of the royal guard. I think I'm partly obligated to be involved if necessary.

[puffing]

No. This is my second impression. The first one is much worse.

[ :) love you too buddy :) ]

... Oh, what the fuck. You're a guard? Do they just give that shit out to just about anyone?

[ OH HELL NO BIGBY IS SO PISSED OFF RIGHT NOW. how the hell do they give this umbrella-toting man a position that is to defend the city from threats. just. no. ]

What the hell kind of credentials do you have to back up a job like that?

[daemonized]

[See this smile? It's the smile Bigby will always be met with, when tossing these criticsms his way. It's the I Don't Give A Fuck What You Think grin, done-up in facetious politeness. :) ]

My ability to fight was tested. These skills were obviously impressive enough to warrant me a spot with the guard.

[puffing]

[ yeah, well. Bigby Doesn't Give a Fuck about the fact that Ardyn Does Not Give a Fuck What He Thinks. how they even manage holding a conversation is beyond him. ]

You can fight. Huh. [ consider him surprised. possibly humored. ] With swords? I don't take you for using your fists much. Probably hate to get your clothes dirty.

[daemonized]

Then you have the wrong sort of impression of me, my friend.

[Which is not at all Bigby's fault, because Ardyn has made it a habit to not seem like the sort of man who would wield a sword very effectively. Playing politician does that to you.]

I can use a sword, and then some. Though it was a sword that I was fortunate enough to bring with me, from home.