Big and Bad

This is not just an rp blog.

  Chloe sighed softly. “No, you shouldn’t have. Just because it’s something strange, doesn’t mean it’s a threat. I’m not a threat at all, you can have my word for that. Well…unless you cross me when I’m in a bad mood.”

If one was to talk of Bad Wolves, you could look no further than Bigby. Of course, he wasn't exactly the same type of wolf, but... That being said, he still wasn't fond of her attitude. She didn't understand the sheer secretiveness of Fabletown. "Actually, strange is pretty threatening in my town. Especially when we're all trying to lay low and you fall in with all your weird noises and smells.."

  "Hi."

"Afraid not, Sheriff."

He gave a bit of a smirk. "Yeah? Why?"

  Chloe watched him with raised eyebrows, fire in her honey coloured eyes. He was in her ship, and he was refusing to leave. She’d been in a bad humour for a while, and she was ready to unleash it if needs be.

Oh, she had a temper. Bigby could smell it. But he wasn't about to start a fight. That wasn't him anymore. With an apologetic sigh, he held up his hands. "Hey," he said in a leveling manner. "I'm sorry. Look, I'm just... I'm the sheriff around here and I'm... very protective. I shouldn't've jumped on you like that."

  Chloe rolled her eyes in frustration. What couldn’t the man get about her being only part alien? “For God’s sake, yes. Let’s just say I am, now can you please get out of my ship?”

"No, no," he said, shaking his head. "That's not how this works." Naturally a curious animal, Bigby stepped closer to the woman.

  "Human. Mostly. I think. Part human, part Time Lord. This is Time Lord technology and I am making sense, you just can’t keep up!” Chloe snapped, letting out a huff. She wasn’t very impressed by the stranger’s attitude.

He took a moment, pressing a finger to his temple in concentration.  "So.."

  "For one thing, I’m not young, and this is my bloody TARDIS now I’d rather you just get out of here because I have no idea what you’re talking about!”

Bigby folded his arms, wholly skeptical of the girl.  "You'd better start makin' sense real quick," he warned, flaring his nostrils. He deduced that she wasn't a mundy... but not a fable, either.

"Alien tech... okay, you're under arrest. Baba Yaga, is that you? I swear to Christ if you've started eating young girls again..."

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"TARDIS?"

        “For a werewolf, you’re not too bright.” The man scoffs a little bit, fussing into his back pocket to retrieve a pack of cigarettes. He slides one out of the box, snapping his fingers together at the edge of the nicotine to ignite the stick.

"Neat trick," he remarked in equal sarcasm as he took a few puffs from his own Huff and Puff. He flicked off a bit of ash before his brows furrowed once again. "Name's Bigby," he remarked simply. "And I'm not a werewolf." 

Cough, cough.

  "Sweet of you…"

The wolf simply nodded to her, turning his body in one motion to walk down the hall. Before a minute was up, he returned with the box of tissues she'd talked about and placed them by her bedside.  "Soup's boiling," he said, flicking his nostrils up. "Not done yet."