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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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[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.

[Her heart is suddenly pounding a little faster, but she ignores it. Robert is safe. Bigby might be powerful and he might be far older than her, but she's almost certain nothing can affect those asleep in the pods. No matter what tricks he has, no matter what form he might take, he won't be able to get at Robert.

So there's really no reason to fear. And really, perhaps she's got it wrong; he's hardly racing out the door with axe in hand to try and find the person she'd hinted at. ]

Powerful and dangerous are two different concepts; don't mistake one for the other.

[A beat, and then:]

Are you threatened by it?

[ there's a slight possibility that Bigby's picked up on her internal struggle. he doesn't bother prying into that matter any further. if there's another one of her out there, he needs only to find out if the one in front of him is a concern to get an idea of the other. so far, so good. maybe. possibly. ]

Oh, I'm well aware. Let's leave it to me to judge which one that makes you.

[ she calls him out on if he's affected by the power she wields. he initially sucks on his teeth, wanting to refute her words immediately. not a second later and he's stepping forward, including himself inside of her personal bubble to give the impression that he is, in fact, not threatened. ]

I'm interested. Maybe I need to keep my eyes on you. Can you still move along space and time like you did before? See every choice pan out?

[ and that's when he leans in further. ]

If so, what's about to happen next?

[Her mouth had pursed when he'd stepped forward, displeased at the intrusion but unwilling to interrupt the conversation to snap at him. And then he steps in further, looming over her, and Rosalind outright scowls. Her back arches in an attempt to keep him from touching her, but she refuses to take a step back.

What's about to happen next? She would have known once. She would have seen every single possibility, every fraction of a chance. In one reality, perhaps, he'd grab her; in another maybe he'd simply stay looming over her. In a third he might try and frighten her further, sparking a confrontation and thus seeing for himself how her powers work.

Ah, well. She doesn't have that advantage anymore, but that's all right. She'd dealt with more than her fair share of men who thought that they might intimidate her simply because they were taller or stronger or simply male. She can handle another, even if he is supernatural.

She'd leaned back as he'd drawn in, but now Rosalind straightens up. They're only a few scant inches from each other, which means he gets to see the little hint of a smirk playing about her lips as she drawls:]

You're so eager to get near me, Mr. Wolf. I'll keep an eye on you, I'll come prying into your business, what if I have to tail you . . . what's going to happen next? I should think you're about to put your hands on me in one way or another-- or do you just want a kiss?

[There's a gamble. He'll either fluster or raise the stakes further, and while she's intrigued by him (in a fair few ways, she can admit that to herself; he's handsome in a scruffy sort of way), she's not about to kiss a man she barely knows.]

[ yeah, okay. in retrospect, Bigby could have maybe dialed it down a little in the aggression. other than Rosalind holding powers that are weird even to him, she hasn't done anything to warrant suspicion. consider it a bad habit, but he is a questioning individual. he pokes, he prods, he tests the waters to see what he can get out of someone. she is a tough cookie to crack, he can tell, but there's little things he can get here and there. such as a second person being implicated with similar abilities, or that she is just as curious as he is.

too late for all of that. he's up in her business now, calling her out on her supposed omniscience. Bigby finds himself surprised that she is so quick to rebuttal with putting him on the spot instead. he doesn't allow his face to show said surprise, mind you, but he will give her points for standing her ground. just as he is about to respond, she goes on about him touching or kissing her. that. well. that earns his eyebrows lowering and his head canting to the side. ]

What— what the fuck? What the fuck.

[ she's effectively flustered him, alright. he takes a step back, followed with another. Rosalind has successfully regained her personal space. kudos. ]

Lady, you may want to get your powers checked out. As hopeful as you may be, I wasn't about to touch or kiss you. Not usually a... interrogation tactic of mine.

[ maybe it should be? he wonders how differently things would go if he did in fact kiss Rosalind just to shut her up. if she entices him to do that, she gets her way and is proven right. perhaps that is how her power works? talk about a headache. ]

[Hah. Rosalind smirks, perfectly pleased with herself for this. She's absolutely no match for someone like him in sheer physical strength, but in the world of words? She still reigns supreme. Straightening up, she sets her hands behind her back and smiles up at him, perfectly condescending.]

Then keep your distance next time, Mr. Wolf. I don't take kindly to people getting too close.

[But it's no fun if he thinks she was serious. God forbid he forever think of her as the woman lusting after him. And so she soon adds:]

And don't flatter yourself. Out of all the choices I could have made, that was what would make you skitter back the fastest.

[There. That sets the record straight and neatly implies she's still got her powers of omniscience, so well done Rosalind.]

[ he's just about as happy as she can surmise, getting put in his place and confused at that. Bigby doesn't know if he is more pissed that she resorted to sexual tension before anything else or if he actually believed that she used her powers to assume that was to happen. either way, he's growling and turning around to walk towards the other side of the room, creating some much-needed distance now that the bubble was popped between them. ]

There. Happy? I'll stay riiiight over here.

[ cue him taking a seat in some of her furniture, rolling his head back and letting out a deep, frustrated sigh. Bigby is feeling like a total sucker right now, and he's mad at himself more than her. he gives it a few more seconds before casting his gaze back towards the woman once more. ]

You're damn lucky I didn't call your bluff and kiss you just to shut you the hell up, Ms. Lutece. Still doesn't answer if your powers work or not, but... we'll let that slide for now.

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As if a mere kiss from you would truly get me to, in your words, shut up. It'd take far more than that.

[It'd take a goddamn miracle, frankly, because Rosalind has never taken well to being told to go silent.

But though that's challenging, she doesn't say it as nastily as she might. It's more teasing than anything, as Rosalind tips her head at him, still smirking, and rests her hips back against the wall.]

Now, then. Given I did answer your question on how my disappearance works, you owe me an answer. What's so dangerous about your other form?

You've never been kissed by me. Trust me when I say it would shut you the hell up.

[ he speaks literally, because talking would be hard when there's a beast of a man crashing his mouth into yours. Bigby takes no offense from her whether or not her words insisted she wouldn't dare do such a thing. considering he had no idea the conversation would even dare take a turn like that, he's more than happy to leave it behind.

maybe he shouldn't have said what he just said, then. ]

Insistent on knowing that, huh? Maybe I should come up with some ridiculous bluff to make you flustered. [ yeah, he's petty. but he lets out another grumble and continues. ] ... I have more than one. Each worse than the next in terms of what I can do in them.

The biggest one is the one that no one needs to see, I hope. The one with the most skeletons in the closet.

[It's incredibly tempting to keep up that bickering conversation. It's been ages since she's gotten to properly fight with someone, and she can't deny she'd like to take it a bit further. He is attractive, that much is clear, and god knows she wouldn't mind proving him wrong on that kissing bit.

But there's such a thing as being too eager, and so she lets it drop. Besides: his answer is intriguing.]

Elaborate.

[One day, she'll learn to say please. Rosalind comes forward, perching on the other end of the couch, pure interest in her gaze.]

What size are they? I assume they're more beastly in turn . . . is it simply the abilities of a normal wolf, combined with human intelligence, or can you do more? Well, obviously you can in some capacity if you're immortal, but beyond that, I mean.

[ Bigby's ridiculous enough to consider her silence on the matter of kissing as a victory. because victories mean something to him, obviously — especially when they award him with nothing but curiosity as to what the hell is going on inside of that head of hers. no sense of smell is going to get through Rosalind, and that's frustrating as hell.

it's time to move on from such a ridiculous conversation, though. she pries further and further and he can't believe he's been willing to give so much information about himself to her in such little time. not even Aranea has been able to coerce this out of him. what the fuck. ]

You know, I thought I was over here for information on the culprits. Does this mean I'm offering you less when I find them?

[ just give it a few seconds and he'll give into the demand for deets. ]

It's... not that simple. Before I go full-on wolf, you have. You know. [ this is awkward to explain without showing. ] Imagine my hand from a few minutes ago but with my whole body. After that is your typical werewolf. —I assume you know what a werewolf is. Sounds anti-climatic, but the worst one is the actual wolf. Nothing normal about it, though.

[She waves a hand impatiently, neatly betraying her priorities. She still wants the money, but this is far more interesting, and honestly? She'll suffer the loss if it means she gets to hear more about Bigby's powers.]

How is a wolf worse than a werewolf?

[A beat, and then she adds:]

And what would it take for you to give me a practical demonstration?

Because it's worse than a werewolf. Jesus. Just trust me, alright?

[ he'll WAVE A HAND IMPATIENTLY right back at you, lady. don't test him!!!

Rosalind should have known her last question would prompt a smartassed response, though. without even skipping a beat, and with a completely still face at that, he retorts: ]

A kiss.

[Yeah, she definitely walked into that one. Rosalind eyes him for a long few seconds, her expression decidedly unimpressed. She's not going to lose, Bigby.]

Is that a guarantee?

[ unimpressed, his ass. Bigby is going to take that as a poker face if he's ever seen one. he is satisfied with that alone, but he can't just have his own bluff called immediately. ]

I don't know. Depends on how good the kiss is. If it leaves me wanting, I might have to renege.

Oh, no. Make a deal and stick to it, Mr. Wolf, none of this depends nonsense.

[She tips her head, waiting expectantly. A beat, and then, with far too much arrogance:]

Besides: it would be one kiss. You're guaranteed to be left wanting.

So damned assertive. Find a lot of success in that?

[ he's deflecting. Bigby isn't sure why he is digging himself into a hole as deep as he has, but it's hard to climb out by now. he supposes he can only drag her down with him. ]

So damned confident I'm going to like it, too. —One kiss translates into ten seconds of your practical demonstration. And no, you aren't seeing the biggest one. Gonna need a whole lot more than kissing for that.

[Her mouth draws into something that might, in someone who isn't Rosalind Lutece, be called a pout. It's not directed at him; it's just that she wants what she wants, and she doesn't take well to flat denial.

But she'd hardly be who she is if she simply stamped her foot each time she didn't get her way. And though this had started as a hypothetical, she's starting to think he's quite serious.

Ten seconds, hm? Well, it won't be the worst ten seconds she's ever spent. Far from it, frankly.]

I'll keep that exchange in mind.

[She will see that final form, she's determined. But for now . . . for now, she edges closer, til she's in range of him, and cocks her head.]

You're quite serious?

[Swear to god, if she kisses him and he doesn't show her what she wants to see, she'll be pissed.]

[ why is Bigby doing this? he signed up for information on the outlaws, and yet, has somehow found himself in a situation where he is offering some show and tell for a simple kiss. there's a lot of psychoanalysis and pride to be blamed for all of this, but he is sure to have some kind of introspective hangover once this moment passes. when he should have that psuedo-permanent wall up and secured around him, he's actually dancing around the topic with a woman he has barely gotten to know. ]

I don't think it would make for much of a funny joke, so... [ a shrug. he isn't making it easy for her. ] There's worse reasons for me going to that point than to feed your neverending curiosity, I guess.

[ he notes that she is closing in. too bad he's remaining seated and not standing for her. gonna have to get nice and comfortable somewhere if you want some hot lip action with the former sheriff. ]

[This is, objectively, kind of stupid. Robert's going to come back and she'll have to tell him that she kissed a man (a wolf-man) just to see him transform, and he's going to laugh at her, and he'll be right to, because this is stupid.

But she is curious. There's nothing that tempts her more than a mystery half-solved, and he's dangling one in front of her right now. And he is rather attractive, in that rough sort of way, and-- well, the fact of the matter is, it's hardly the worst thing she's ever done for information.

His lack of mobility makes for a bit of a problem, because of course he's not going to make this easy. Of course he's going to be damned difficult about the very thing he'd propositioned. Rosalind frowns at him for a moment, letting him know what happens next is his fault, before her hand darts up between them and grabs his tie. He's so bloody tall, which is entirely unnecessary, it's hideous, and so she pulls him in closer to her, leaning up at the same time.

It's a damn good kiss. She's spent twenty years with Robert; she knows how to kiss a man. And it's a kiss that's edged with a touch of aggression, because she shan't be some wilting flower about this. She's pressed up against him, her free hand thrown over him to keep her balance, and god, but that sure is a lot of hard muscle pressing up against her, isn't it? That's . . . boy. She isn't so addled she'll slide her fingers over him and confirm that fact, but good god.]

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tmw we have a future dated thread and i don't know how much i want to jeopardize it

ros just denies everything anyway it's fine

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