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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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[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.

Edited 2017-10-30 05:50 (UTC)

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.]

[ this is dumb. this is dumb. this is soooooo fucking dumb. Bigby's mind is nothing but some variation of these words as she approaches, becoming closer and closer with every footstep. he can't even blame all of these bad decisions solely on Rosalind, as she is doing nothing but actively pursuing knowledge to sate her own curiosity. what is his excuse? frustration? sexual frustration?

at least he gets a laugh by making her work for it. —until she reaches down and grabs him by that damn tie, that is. fuck. he never knows why he wears the tie. it does him no favors. as indicated, this is all his fault and he's left growling at the rough handling before their mouths are crashed together. there's no expected gentleness, mind you, when considering how he enticed this situation in the first place. his body is no longer sitting on the couch and he is instead pressed into her in a closer manner than either of them would have imagined.

while she is off having conflictions over whether or not she wanted to touch his muscles, he's going to go ahead and reach behind her neck to grab a fistful of her hair. Bigby doesn't do this much, — kissing, that is — so he just says... fuck it. might as well enjoy this spontaneous bullshit while it lasts. so kiss Rosalind he shall, nails biting at the back of her neck while the other is secured on her hip, keeping her close. if she tried pulling away prematurely, he'd pull back in with his teeth on her bottom lip to continue. neither of them described how extensive of a kiss it should be, so... ]

[See, now it's a competition.

It hadn't been before. Before, it had been about getting something, and perhaps showing off a bit in the process. It had been a kiss of payment, nothing more. But then he'd grabbed her hair and his nails scraped against her skin and she'd let out a noise, surprised and (admittedly) quite pleased, which of course is both completely unacceptable and needs to be compensated for, so now it's a bloody competition.

And it's still his fault.

So no, she shan't pull away. She does pull back to breathe, just for a moment, but then his teeth are biting at her bottom lip and so she darts back in, kissing him firmly, leaning forward just a touch. It's an aggressive move; it's a move that's meant to be bossy and firm, to show she's the one calling the shots around here.

It also doesn't last. Ten seconds, he'd said, and though she's enjoying this far too much, she wants to win. So her hand releases his tie, darting up to card through his hair. If she gets her way, she'll tug his head back, pulling away from the kiss at the same time, so she's left panting down at him as he bares his throat (even if it's only for a moment).]

Good enough for you, Bigby, or are you eager for me to try again?

Edited (wait no ) 2017-11-07 05:09 (UTC)

[ oh. was it ten seconds already? that flew by pretty quickly.

Bigby doesn't know if he is more frustrated in the fact that he is the reason for this tomfoolery or because he wishes he didn't put a time limit. ten seconds should be more than enough for something as simple as a kiss, especially when it is to do nothing but provoke one another. there shouldn't be any emotion or feelings attached. neither of them can say that they are more than acquaintances or "business partners".

maybe it's the way she dives back in to continue the kiss after he chews on her bottom lip, but he is awfully tempted to show her what those nails of his could do. he doesn't know if he particularly enjoys her trying to come out on top of if it just pisses him off further. the kiss is ended by her roughly pulling him away from her mouth before he can decide, and he's left growling from the abrupt ending. his tongue can be seen running along the outside of his lips, flicking against pointed canines before taking a harsh swallow of spit.

he takes a moment to gather his composure before he responds, pulling away from her and straightening his collar and tie. his hair is run through in an attempt to fix that as well. ]

Would it matter if I was? Deal's a deal. I asked for ten seconds and that's what I got.

[ it almost sounds like he's frustrated about that or something. ]

[He's not the only one sorry it ended. Rosalind's fingers press against her lips for a few seconds, mimicking the pressure that had just been there. That growl had sent a shudder down her spine, leaving her heart pounding and her breath catching, and idly she wonders if he can smell--

Well. Never mind that. Rosalind's hands go to her hair, fingers tugging at pins to loosen the strands. He'd knocked it free of its sensible updo; now she's got to redo it again.]

I'd be interested to know.

[She'd be interested in seeing what it might be like to have fangs at her throat, frankly. Her gaze had lingered just a little too long as his tongue had run over them, but her eyes focus back up on his.]

Or do you offer nothing for free?

[ if his nose does pick up on anything, Bigby doesn't let his face show it. he's rude, grumpy and lacks a filter, but he didn't think there would be much entertainment out of flustering her to death while also giving her an idea of the true extent of his sense of smell. let's just say that he makes note of how she reacts to the primal noises that have already escaped him. ]

Interested in what? Knowing if I wanted more?

[ eyelids narrow and he's speculating her every motion now, from the way her eyes dance around the movement of his tongue to matching his gaze with one of her own. he doesn't rush into answering her, instead wanting to see if she cracks under the pressure that their impromptu kiss has brought upon her. ]

Don't know if you've noticed, but I'm not much of a charitable guy.

[Her hands keep at their task as Rosalind considers her next move. She is interested, though she suspects she knows the answer already-- but it's one thing to guess and another to hear the information directly from the man himself.]

No, you're not. And you still owe me something.

[She pauses for a moment, her pins gathered in her lap and her hair around her face. Then, as she begins the process of pinning it back up again:]

But tell me the price for hearing if you want more. And I'll keep it in mind for the next time I want to make a deal with you, hm?

[ Bigby is trying really, really hard to remain patient. with himself and with Rosalind especially. she stands there in front of him, taking her time doing her hair again while provoking him into making further mistakes. he doesn't answer immediately. there's nothing but a sigh and yet another eye roll towards the ceiling, shoulders slumping in what almost seems like defeat.

no price is given. just a hand brought to the back of her neck again, pushing her hand away to free her hair for him to hold onto once more. she will feel nails biting into her skin a second time, except this time, nails are sharpened to a point. just like that, his eyes have suddenly changed from brown to a bright gold. his beard has thickened considerably, and though his mouth is closed, there's no doubt that she can see how his jaw has loosened to allow room for his teeth to grow. ]

You couldn't handle the price. Guess I know how to be charitable after all.

[ he's growling once more, though this time, it is almost as natural and permanent as his way of breathing. going to call his bluff this time, Lutece? ]

[Her eyes widen, darting about his face. For all she's seen and done, she's never watched a man transform like this before. It's stunning in its ease, and Rosalind's eyes dart about his face, trying like hell to memorize what's shifting and changing and what stays the same. His teeth are growing, she's certain, and his eyes-- oh, look at that color, why do his eyes change? Does he see better in the dark? What about his sense of smell, has that improved? She has a thousand questions and a man reluctant to answer any of them, but it's thrilling enough that she at least gets to see.

Her heart is pounding hard, her breath shallower than it was before. It's not just scientific excitement coursing through her veins right now, after all. She'd be a fool not to feel a little fear, instinctive and unable to be helped. But it's only a hint, woven stealthily between excitement and something filthier.

Her teeth catch against her bottom lip, an unconscious action.]

Don't presume to guess what I could and couldn't handle, Mr. Wolf. It'll take more than that display to frighten me or drive me off.

[His nails prick against the back of her neck, quietly painful without actually drawing blood or threatening to sink through muscle. He could, she knows. Those nails feel as though they mean business; likely he could kill her in a heartbeat if he felt like it.

But he shan't. She doesn't need omniscience to know that.

He growls those words out, his voice lower and more guttural than before, and Rosalind wonders just how many instincts are at play right now. Does he feel more wolfish? Or is it simply ordinary testosterone at play, rushing through his veins to compensate his sudden shift in size? Hmm.

She tips her head back farther, tipping it just a touch to the side. It's a movement that bares her throat just a bit, and she wonders if he'll take the bait.

If nothing else, it evens them out. She'd bared his throat before, forcing his head back as she'd broken their kiss.]

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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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