#bigby 01

Leon’s entire life has been a long series of unexpected twists and turns, and at this point, he figured there was nothing left that would surprise him.

He was very wrong.

When he’d woken up, it had taken him a while to adjust to standing on four legs, not to mention the fact that the world itself looked different-- he was being assaulted with sounds and smells, and nothing looked right. When he caught sight of his reflection, he panicked; if this was one of those body swaps, wouldn’t he have seen an animal like this around...?

He’d knocked over a few benches, gotten stuck a few places... it’s not like he’s trying to wreak havoc, but he’s never been a giant wolf before. Eventually he lets the panicked instincts take over, and finds a spot in an alley to lay low. A chance to calm his racing heartbeat, and then he can figure out what to do next.

Trying not to chew on the pen in his mouth he stares at his notes, flipping through the pages. That’s all the villains from his world he remembers, still staring at it as he ducks under the door, hand guiding him under. 

“(Some of these doors are tiny, man.)” he mumbles, pen bouncing. “(This job is really gonna suck without my quirk...but I can’t get caught up in thoughts like that.)” now he can’t really help but chew on it. 

He puts the small notebook in his pocket, and as he spots the man he wanted to meet--he puts the pen away with it. Hopefully he didn’t chew too hard for it to leak in his pocket. 

“Yer the Chief of Police, right? Y’seem like ya got yer hands full, but I wanted to take the time to meet ya face to face.” 

Face to face? Well, not without a crick in Bigby’s neck. 

“My hero name is Fat Gum--you don’t really look like the kinda guy to address people with first names, y’can call me Toyomitsu if you’d like. Last name.” 

He gives a pause, then continues.  

“Back home heroes and the police are separate, but both follow about the same general laws. You need a license to be a professional hero--and police aren’t allowed to use their quirks. I don’t know what the laws are like here, but either way, I can’t even use mine since I got here. Despite that, I wanna open with this:” 

His face stern, sincere, and determined. 

     When Asriel first came to this city, he was filled with determination and optimism. 

     He didn't have much food, he lived in a small little box for a house, but he had his family back. He had a nice little garden to keep him sane, a small distraction from this weird experiment. It had been months since he last checked on it. Asriel expected all the flowers to be dead and wilted, but he did not expect this.

     Beneath Sector Six, his garden was in the same place, but instead of a graveyard of flowers, it was a garbage hole. Liter was all over the place, his herbs and plants were smashed, their stems torn up and destroyed. Asriel’s soul sank. This little garden was hidden behind a big bush (which was now in shambles, nothing but a few broken roots); how could someone find this and make such a mess of it?

     Disappointment kissed his soul. What else did he expect, really? Either way it was going to be a sad scene. He kicked through the litter blindly to find a place to sit, the dampness of the ground already transferring to his bottom. A bottle rested at his side, small, unopened, hardly enough to quench a persons thirst. The liquid was clear, the seal unbroken... Safe water, Asriel assumed. 

     With a small click and drink, Asriel realized, very quickly, it was not water. It was bitter and strong; was Tequila not the name for a fancy water brand? Disgusting. Small print, small print... Alcoholic content... Oh. This was alcohol. Asriel felt like he was supposed to feel guiltier. He didn’t care all that much. Whatever it was, it burned. His throat felt warm. He couldn’t tell if it was a good or bad thing. At least, for a minute, it was a small distraction from this excursion. 

As a child of the Underworld, he was used to negative opinions. At least, he was used to assuming everyone had a negative opinion. Why wouldn’t they? The stigma that came with being the son of Hades was pretty damn obvious, sometimes all people had to do was take one look at him and back off.

He was used to being stared at too, but that didn’t mean he liked it. He’d noticed the man a few minutes ago but did his best to act like it wasn’t bothering him. Unfortunately, having arrived here less than a week ago, his head was still completely scrambled from not having a clue how in Hades he even got here.

@blowyourhousedown liked for a starter!  🐾

Heaving a loud, exasperated sigh, Hige plopped down on a set of concrete steps in a back alley, taking a moment to catch his breath. Unfortunately, he’d just found out three critical pieces of information. First, something was definitely wrong with him ever since he got into this city, preventing his human form from working properly. Second, wolves were not believed to be extinct in this place. And third, humans here still panicked whenever they saw a wolf. 

He’d really been hoping he wouldn’t have to worry about any more rifles pointed in his face, but the more things change, the more they stay the same, he supposed. Pulling the (stolen) hot dog from his hoodie pocket, he munched on it with a sense of resignation that nearly ruined the taste for him.

“Man, this blows.” There wasn’t really any helping it, and he’d just adapt as always... But he’d gotten his hopes up when he’d seen the sky here. Too bad.