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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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[kissintime]

Dude, real talk here? I was in jail and trust me, I know fucking serial killers. These guys - I don't know all of them, so I won't speak for a bunch. But, even the nastiest of those shits don't seem the type to go bombin'. They'd be a little more...

[ a gruesome memory flashes that makes her cringe. ]

Well, at least one of them - I saw that dude rip a man's throat out with his teeth. That was wild.

throwback to 62 when bigby ripped a man's throat out with his teeth

[puffing]

Okay. Fair enough. Should I be worried about what you went to jail for?

[ 'cause that's what matters right now, obvs. when she talks of people getting their throats ripped out, Bigby tries his best not to think about how that sounds like something straight out of his book back in the day. no one needs to know that. nope. ]

... and is that dude one of those serial killers you knew, or does he happen to reside here as well? Just clarifying.

ray please

[kissintime]

No, he's one of the ones here, but he's like... I dunno. Like I said, this sorta thing wouldn't be his style.

[ she really hopes so at least. giovanni is a "walk on eggshells" type of person to ermes, so talking about him at all gets her unnerved. ]

And you can relax I didn't kill nobody. Armed robbery is the worst I did, shit that's nothing compared to some people I've seen.

[puffing]

So he would bite someone's throat out... but not bomb a place. Okay. Glad I can trust your instinct on this kind of stuff.

[ listen. he's a total hypocrite here. does Ermes know that? absolutely not. Bigby can bite someone's throat out while still thinking it would be weird for a normal human to do the same thing. he's probably got a better perspective on the matter than most because of that, actually. ]

Relax? Armed robbery's still pretty high up there when it comes to felonies, lady. Sure as hell trumps unarmed robbery. I can't help but think you haven't quite turned a new leaf.

[kissintime]

Hey, screw you, I haven't robbed anyone here! [ ...until, like, a few days after this conversation... ] I'm working an honest job and making my meager ass living, so don't get all high and mighty on me ya pig!

[puffing]

Says the lady calling me a pig. At least get the animal right.

[ he mumbles that last part... ]

And what's that honest job of yours? You can't help but make it sound so damned interesting.

[kissintime]

I hunt! All sorts of businesses need animal carcasses. They tell me what they need and I get it for them. So see, I'm legit! People can change - it's a brave new world and all that good shit.

[puffing]

You sound awfully defensive. Like you have something to prove or justify.

[ he's just giving her shit now. Bigby isn't about to hate on Ermes for doing something he did a long time ago. so long as what she is saying is factual, anyway. ]

I know a thing or two about hunting. [ HAHAHA. no shit. ] Do you do it traditionally? With guns, I mean.

[kissintime]

I do it the old fashion way - with my fists. [ and her magic fucking soul projection fighter, but details. ] That's how I get the most coin. Especially from the garment freaks who say getting blood on the damn fur devalues the product.

[puffing]

That's... not the old fashioned way.

[ not for humans, anyway? or so he thinks. he's imagining that Ermes is talking about punching out poor little squirrels and deer, which is. well. just about as funny of a thought as anyone can imagine. she doesn't have teeth and claws like him, sooo... ]

Blood is hard to get out of fur. [ trust him on that. ] And you do this by choice. How does someone go from armed robbery to hunting with their fists?

[kissintime]

It's called limited options. No way I can join up with the medics and the scientists. Sure as hell not working as a prostitute, and the guard? Well, you see what a good fucking job they do with this shit.

[ and, though she won't admit it outright, she doesn't really know what she wants to do. hunting gets money, but it's hardly a life-long dream to go around punching bears to death. when you're in prison, you don't think about the future - it's just more jail after all. ]

I'm serious about trying to go straight. I ain't a bad person.