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Date of Scene: 25 April 2017
Location: Bludhaven
Synopsis: Summary needed.
Cast of Characters: Bigby Wolf, Crusader, Dragonfly (Arazello)




Bigby Wolf has posed:
Midnight.

At this hour, 'indoors' is definitely the place to be, in Bludhaven. To say the streets are unsafe after dark, would be... quite the understatement -- to which most of the local residents would merely roll their eyes and walk away.

It is at this hour, that private investigator Bigby Wolf finds himself in 'Rook's'. Rook's is one of the oldest bars in Bludhaven, having weathered the decades fairly well -- although it has changed hands so often, no one really knows why it is called 'Rook's' anymore. It's assumed that's the name of the original owner.

The P.I. steps out of the Mens Room and waves off a couple of blokes heading toward. "Might no wanna go in there fer a bit," says he, and heads toward the bar-counter.

"Beer."

"Ya hear?" remarks someone else at the bar. "Another body found earlier t'night. Well, half a body. That's the third."

"Jesus," murmurs another, although sounding less than intrigued.

Crusader has posed:
Vorn, a sort of inbetween of Crusader and Bjorn has decided to travel outwards. Bludhaven is the fathest he has even been from home, relativly speaking. And the rather orcish looking fella was ready to see what was out there

He walks into Rooks, bareshirted seeming to have forgotten what passes for acceptable cover and makes his way towards the bar. When he sits down the stool groans with clear protest as if the man weighed far more than he appeared

"Moonshine" he gutters out in a deep thunderous voice.

But he couldn't help but glance towards some of the others at the bar. He rubs his beard when he hears of the body "Half a body? Sounds like a serial killer. Who else would do such thing." he comments wirely before looking over Bigby "hmmmm"

Dragonfly (Arazello) has posed:
    Midnight. And Dragonfly finds herself bored of her usual nighttime routine and in need of a snack and maybe a wine. Spotting a bar below, she finds a quiet place to land and, in a (literal) flash restores herself to her native form.
    Nancy picks her way out of the alley, briefly looking at something she just stepped in and wrinkling her nose in disgust. She gingerly makes her way toward the bar entrance and steps in without looking up except to note the direction of the bar and tender.
    "Just a glass of white wine. And do you have anything I could use to clean my shoe off?"

Bigby Wolf has posed:
The burly, bearded investigator lifts his chin as new scents enter the semi-crowded bar (it should be busier, but there's a nightclub not far away that stole all the younger patrons... most of the older patrons here don't complain). The man's nose wrinkles, and he glances down at Nancy's shoe, then makes a silent 'ah' with his mouth and turns back to his beer.

And frowns.

The big fellow who had just walked in... smells funny. Bigby chalks it down to 'odd' for now, but still narrows his amber eyes at the man.

"Serial killers're a dime a dozen here," he remarks in what could be described as a mutter. The voice is deep, but with the sound that'd suggest he's not using his lower register.

"Wine?" asks the bartender of Nancy with raised eyebrows. "Sure. One sec..." He returns with some paper towels for Nancy's shoe, and points her to where the bins are. Bigby glances at Nancy and comments: "You made it here in one piece, tonight of all nights. Yer damn lucky, lady."

Crusader has posed:
The equally as Burly Vorn looks to Bigby "Oh? Well, still it is of the oddity to have half the body" he says. He looks the man up and down "Bet a burly fella like you got no trouble dealing with them sort through." he says with a wink rolling deep laugh. He glances around eyeing other people.

Vorn is certainly odd, he can easily be taken for a mutant with his actual white skin and large orcish tusks. But he hardly seems to pay any mind before his eyes land on Nancy

"Luck got nothing to with that one. Nancy there... well she is full of surprise" he drums the counter as he waits for his Moonshine. "What bring yea here Nance?" and to Bigby "And who yer anyways?"

Dragonfly (Arazello) has posed:
    Nancy glances over at Bigby as she gracelessly cleans her shoes, trying hard not to get her hands near the filth she's cleaning off of them. "Oh, really?" she asks with a bright smile. "Is there some special on? Is it ladies' night or something?"
    She frowns at the paper towels, then gingerly eases them into a bin. "Don't know; don't want to..." she murmurs.
    She blinks at Vorn. "You ... look like ..."
    She squints. "Ah. Of course. How are you tonight?" she asks as she steers to the bar to take a seat nearby. "And what's this about half bodies?"

Bigby Wolf has posed:
"Someone found a stiff in an alley, earlier 'sevenin'," pipes up a reedy fellow at the bar. "All gnawed 'n shit. Gnawed." Then he takes a drink. "My money's on vampires."

His friend -- pot-bellied from a bit to much beer -- shakes his head. "Vampires leave marks on the neck, dumbass. Haven't you seen the movies?" Then he has a drink. "'Sides, they aren't real."

Bigby ignores them and their speculations, but arches an eyebrow at Vorn. Nostrils flare and he gives a blank 'huh' as if having realised something. "Can't blame ya," he mutters, although not to anyone in particular. A bit louder, he replies: "I work fer hire, not fer free -- although 'half a gnawed body' sounds ta me like... somethin' got its teeth stuck into a few meals, an' then got scared off before it could finish. Just a professional's opinion though."

Turning toward Nancy, he frowns, detecting faint traces of something strange in her scent, and -- remembering Vorn's comment about being 'full of surprises' -- comments: "I'll bet. Names's Bigby. Bigs to my friends. You two know each other?"

Crusader has posed:
Vorn chuckles but can't help but look past Bigby to the other fellas. He shakes his head... perhaps a bit to thick headed for his taste. Once he has his shine he takes a large swig of the stuff before giving a rather large burp that echos out. "Ahhh, good stuff

He turns to Bigby noteing the mutter words and chuckles. But he moves past it "Sounds like it mighta been a werewolf... or mabey even a kelpie." and clearly he beleived in thing beyoung the normal

Vorn offer Bigby a hand "Nice to meet you Bigs. I am Vorn" if Bigsby does take the hand, he will find Vorn has a steel like grip

Looking to Nancy he chuckles again "We are, new aquaitances. Though we live in the same neighborhood, all the way back in Brooklyn" he explains. He looks to Nancy "Apprently they found a half eaten body somewhere. Third time this week if ears not deicive me. I am good, yourself?"

Dragonfly (Arazello) has posed:
    "Neighbours, sort of," Nancy agrees. "Colleagues of a sort too, I guess." She takes her seat, and her wine, and raises it in a slight salute, both to Vorn and to Bigby. "I was passing by and just felt the beginnings of some pangs of hunger. This place have any finger food? Like ... I don't know ... deep fried zucchini?" She glances over at the bartender who raises an eyebrow in confusion.
    "Nancy," she finally says to Bigby after looking him over appraisingly. Not like a piece of meat. More like a categorization of his place in the scheme of things. "I'm an engineer."

Bigby Wolf has posed:
"P.I.," Bigby replies with a brief 'toast' of his own beverage -- which he then drains before ordering another. "'Deep-fried zucchini'..." he murmurs with the faint twitchings of a smile at the corner of his mouth. This girl is farrr away from her usual 'stomping ground', as the saying goes. "There's a hotel in New York kinda famous fer their snacks," says he a little bit louder. "Ah, what the hell." Turning to the bartender, who is still blinking at Nancy's order, Bigby remarks: "Do whatever ya do fer finger-food, Nick. Oh, an' more beers." He motions lazily with a hand to Vorn and Nancy and adds: "Put it all on my tab. I'm feelin' neighbourly."

"He said //werewolf!//" hisses the reedy fellow to his friend. "Were-wolf. I'm tellin' Trish."

Bigs closes his eyes and growls just faintly. "'Salways the werewolf." Banishing the grouchy thought, he glances back at his two newest acquaintances and inquires: "You said colleagues -- you an engineer too, Vorn?" Bigs doesn't think so; still, it's polite to ask anyway.

Crusader has posed:
"Well we are a bit far for a kelpie. Course not EVERY werewolf causes problems, but some do. At least that waht I like to think. Never actualy met a werewolf. WOuld be neat though" Vorn muses. The orcish fella had a certain innocence to him the way he talks.

Still there no denying his can be rowdy, especialy when he slams his hand on the counter excited "Haha! Good beer! Lad, brother about to drinkya under the table!" he claims. He looks to The Bartender ".., eh Nick, getme some of yer" eyes the menu "Eh, chicken. Donit much care how yea make it"

He looks to Nancy and raises a brow "Ummm...nancy you do realize this is a bar... in a small town right?" more along the lines of trying to indicate it not some fancy place, of which he is aware

When Bigby poses the question Vorn says "No no, nothing of the sort, just a laborer. Do this, that, and the other thing to. In otherwise" he grins "I like to pick things up and put them down" he says. The oldest musclehead joke in the world.

Granted for anyone with heighten enough senses, Vorn wasn't beeing completly honest, but he wasn't being completly dishonest either.

Dragonfly (Arazello) has posed:
    "Colleagues in spirit, mostly," Nancy says. "So ... no zucchini then?" That part sinks in. "Well, then, whatever snackish things you've got. Scotch eggs? I've heard good things about those. Of course only from Scots, but hey, they make scotch so they can't be all bad, haggis notwithstanding."
    At Bigby's generous offer she smiles warmly. "You're very kind. It's not necessary of course, but the offer is appreciated and I'll take you up on it."
    She muses thoughtfully, "So you think there might be a 'werewolf' around? How do we know it's not some wild animal like a bear?"

Bigby Wolf has posed:
"Ain' nothin' natural," Bigby replies as he downs another mouthful of beer. "Then again, every man, woman 'n pet has a diff'rent idea o' what 'natural' actually means, so..."

That's certainly true enough.

And this is Bludhaven after all.

"You royalty?" he inquires suddenly of Nancy, likely intending it as something of a joke -- a reference to her taste in snack-food and drinks. At the very least, the P.I. does pay a fair amount of attention to whatever her answer or reaction is. Even the 'colleagues in spirit' remark has him intrigued, connecting dots in his head (so to speak) regarding this strange pair of individuals. It is details such as that, and Vorn's vague reply, that interest him -- whereas he looks right past the 'orcish' features, like those tusks.

At Vorn's boistrousness, Bigby smiles a bit. "Heh, old times," says he in a murmur. "Gonna go a-huntin' when yer all fed 'n psyched?" he asks of Vorn. The man cannot help but have his eyes gleam when he says the word 'a-hunting'.

Dragonfly (Arazello) has posed:
    "Royalty? Oh, by no means! At best a yuppie!" Nancy laughs. She sips from her wine daintily. "I'm just kind of used to the stuff served in the pub near my place; I ... never really thought about what's normal outside of it. I guess that makes me a sheltered yuppie."
    She looks around the bar appraisingly, pasting on the most diplomatic face she can. It's not a very good one. "This place is ... uh ... certainly different. I'm really glad I'm broadening my horizons like this."
    She eyes Bigby and Vorn. "Hunting?" she asks. "Count me out. I'm not good with blood. That's a guy thing, I think."

Crusader has posed:
Vorn laughs hearing Bigby Joke about Nancy "High End, them engineer make the big bucks" he says nudgeing Nancy friendedly. He stretches "Well...natural for me is...hah. Hell I not even sure what natural!" being tehcnical an alien and human natural is odd to him

But at the question of going a-huntin, he actualy gives pause, have a serious expression upon his face. "I have not been hunting... in over 40 years. Would not mind doing so again" he admits. Granted Vorn dosn't look more than perhaps mid 30s' at best. But it seems he would be interested.

He looks to Nancy "Aye, you never have been good with blood" there was a teasing knowing to Vorn tone. And he chuckles "But for me, well pubs like these are more or less what raised in. Get to meet the best folks here" he says at ease in the bar

Bigby Wolf has posed:
"Can't argue with that," Bigby replies to Vorn, following it up with a glance around the pub. Back in 'the day', this is where anyone came to learn anything about... everything. "Beats Facebook," the P.I. grunts and finishes his second beer.

The bartender sends out a waitress with more drinks, and a tray of wedges (snack food!) along with a roast-chicken counter-meal. It'd be considered a big serving (pub meals usually are), by human standards... Bigs eyes Vorn, then the waitress (who is staring at the tusks, then the bare chest, and the tusks again), and smirks to himself.

"Huntin' ain such a bad thing," he tells his newest friends. "You jus' chase, pick somethin' up -- ," and he glances aside at Vorn, referencing the big fellow's earlier comments. " -- an' put it back down again. Easy."

A pause.

"Can sometimes get messy, though -- ." The man stops just as his cellphone rings. Then he scowls. "Goddamnit. It's my night off..." So he pulls out the phone, hits 'no I ain' gonna answer', and puts it back.

Then it rings again.

Crusader has posed:
Consider Vorn nearly 8ft tall...yea that chicken was comparitivly small to Vorn standards. He eyes the waitress stareing, and though it clear Vorn has no intrest in her, he does flex his chest muscles, perhaps hoping to impress other folks

None the less he soon tears into the chicken, and he has a healthy apatite "Well, if you ever want to go hunting togeather, I would be up for it. Lords know it been ages" course he dosn't seem squimish, but is likely inexperinced. He grunts "No rest for the weary as they say. Course you could always tell em ta screw themselves" he says with a laugh

He looks to Nancy and eyes the wdges "Well well, seem they got food fer yea, you yuppie!" he exclaims with a boisterous laugh

Dragonfly (Arazello) has posed:
    "Oh, yes. Potato wedges. Those won't show on my waist in moments even slightly!" Nancy grins as she digs in. Then, to even her own surprise, she practically inhales them.
    "These are really good!" she says in near shock after carving halfway through the plate. She sits licking her fingers, trying to get the grease off of them. With her tongue. That she just used to consume greasy food.
    It's not really working.
    "OK, now, see, before I was being a little bit sarcastic about broadening my horizons, but damn, Mr. Bigs, I'd be lying if I didn't say this was really great. Locally grown?"
    

Bigby Wolf has posed:
Bigby just grins at Nancy.

"Yeah. Reckon you'll be back then, huh?" He grins a bit wider... until the ringing of his cellphone has him grimacing, then scowling. Pulling out the device again, he barks: "What?" into it, then falls silent for a minute or so.

The bearded fellow steps away from the bar, and nods to his new friends. "I gotta take this. You -- Vorn -- will talk more about that hunt in a bit. Good ta meet ya both." Then he scowls again.

"I'm list'nin'. I'm list'nin'... Jeez..." and off he goes.