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Entry tags:
- *event,
- chloe frazer: tess,
- cornelius hickey: kates,
- harry goodsir: karin,
- james t. kirk (au): ricks,
- kate marsh: cheryl,
- kieren walker: cheryl,
- levi jordan: cirape,
- louis de pointe du lac: tea,
- maccready: nico,
- randvi: tess,
- river song: ashley,
- ruby rose: josh,
- snow white: carly,
- tim drake: fox,
- tobi (lone wanderer): coeurl,
- vasiliy ardakin: yasmine,
- wynonna earp: lorna,
- zoey westen: bri
I'd sit there and look at the deserted lakes and I'd sing
MARCH 2024 EVENT
PROMPT ONE — EXIT STRATEGY: With the way via the main road a no-go, Methuselah finds a potential and very dangerous way out of the Milton area: the Milton Mines. During the Aurora, the Interlopers must find a way to safely navigate the mines and find a way through.
PROMPT TWO — BRAVE NEW WORLD: Interlopers make their way into the Lakeside area, and are free to explore the more of the Northern Territories: a place of both industry and leisure.
PROMPT THREE — THE ECHO: On Aurora nights, the aftermath of the Darkwalker's attack on the Interlopers continues to ripple through the community — with a painful affliction.
EXIT STRATEGY
WHEN: Mid-month.
WHERE: Milton Mines.
CONTENT WARNINGS: claustrophobic situations; potential injury/maiming; potential electrocution/electrocution injuries; potential burn injuries; hyperthermic situations; exploration horror;
Unusually, Methuselah returns to the town around the middle of the month. He is looking pleased and will ask that the Interlopers gather in the Community Hall. Once gathered, he climbs onto the small stage at one end of the Hall and explains that following last month’s Feast, he set out to try to find a way out of Milton, and he believes he may have found a way out.
He goes on to explain that although the Milton Mine has been closed for many years, there may still be access through the mine. The mine had two entrances through either sides of the stone, one on the Milton side since many of the residents worked the mine back in the day, but there was also an additional entrance on the opposite side, which led to a railway track that allowed easier export of coal and precious materials towards the coast. Having gained access, he believes the mine seems to mostly remain intact, but not easy to get through. However, he discovered that during the Aurora, the old mine and its electronics came to life — meaning a way through is certainly possible during those times with the added electronics in play.
It is not much, and it is certainly incredibly dangerous, but it is something. There is certainly no way out towards the south; towards the north might be the Interlopers’ best chance of finding a way out of Milton.
Methuselah will ask for any volunteers to join him in trying to find a way out via the mines, taking them up north and then waiting for an Aurora to happen before they can then make their way through and explore the mine system. Anyone is free to sign up, and he suggests someone drawing up a sign up sheet so that Interlopers have an idea of who is leaving the town on the journey.
The hike towards the mines is a long one, taking a few hours on an incline to reach the northern mountains. Waiting on the Aurora may take time, so setting up camp is the next step — waiting for night and hoping the skies fill with night soon. Interlopers are free to explore the mine beforehand, but will find a lot of it locked up tight. With areas unreachable without power and the darkness suffocating, they won’t get very far.
When the Aurora does finally come, the mine will come to life: the system’s lighting will come on throughout, albeit flickering and a little unreliable. Machinery and track systems whir and groan as the mine slowly cranks itself into functioning once more. While there are maps of the system to help Interlopers navigate the system — showing a second entrance labelled as ‘Lakeside Entrance’ — the true difficulty in getting through lies in wait.
Interlopers will find that parts of the system have been partially flooded: with the frigid water in places mostly ankle deep and others reaching no higher than knee-high on an average-height man. What’s worse, is the half-destroyed electrics ravaged by both time and the Aurora mean plenty of loose wires hanging here and there. It’s possible to accidentally catch yourself on them, meaning burn injuries and mild electric shocks — but care should be taken in checking if these wires may have fallen into these flooded parts. Stepping into these live waters will be far more deadly. They will also find that the electronically-powered gates that open through into areas may not function, with the fuses having been blown.
Gaining access through the mine is not impossible, however. It will simply require a little bit of legwork. One of the larger caverns of the mines houses a fuse board. Characters can switch off sections of the mines in order to traverse them safely, find new fuses in toolboxes scattered through the mines in order to open the gates and make their way through to gain access to the elevator of the mine — which will also require new fuses, in order to power the electrics to get it to function.
It is perhaps, most frustrating, that once Interlopers get the elevator working and head downwards into the final section of the mine, that they will come across hand-cranks — allowing them to use the elevator without the need for electricity. But at least the hard part is over, and the Interlopers now have a way through from Milton that doesn’t require relying on the Aurora to power the mine’s electrics.
On the lower section of the mine, there will be a handful of more gated rooms to get through before reaching the Lakeside Entrance, and more wires and flooded areas to traverse. But you can taste it: something on the air. You’re close.
You’ve made it, Interloper.
BRAVE NEW WORLD
WHEN: Mid-month, onwards.
WHERE: Milton Mines (Lakeside Entrance); The Ravine; Lakeside area.
CONTENT WARNINGS: themes of exploration/survival; themes of peril; acrophobia; potential character/npc death from falls; potential injuries, potential cold injuries/hyperthermia risk;
Coming out of the mines, you will be greeted by a small mining camp and railway track enclosed by mountains on both sides. It’s incredibly sheltered here, with little wind chill and not as much snow on the ground compared to some of the more open areas of Milton. It may be best to rest here for the rest of the night. There are several portacabins that were used to house some of the former miners, along with additional cabins with one being some kind of foreman’s office, one that served as a kind of mess hall and one for bathing/toilet needs.
While there is little in terms of supplies left in there, some scraps may be found here and there — plus the cabins will provide decent shelter from the cold, which may be the last Interlopers will get ahead of the long walk down through the mountain track and into Lakeside. There is also plenty of coal left lying around, too — allowing for Interlopers to craft fires to keep warm. Even with it being sheltered, it’s still cold out.
In terms of where to go from here, the only way seems to be to follow the track. It’s a long walk, but rather straightforward if you keep to the tracks. A good few hours of it, but it’s quiet — and there doesn’t seem to be much in the way of wildlife or windchill here. It almost seems too easy, or as easy as it could be in regards to a long walk through thick snow.
Until you come face to face with the ravine.
The world opens up to you, with the tracks stretching over a huge valley via a… mostly sturdy-looking wooden and steel bridge. There doesn’t seem to be any way around it, no alternative route of getting over to the other side. Crossing the bridge is the only option. Care should be taken, with Interlopers now being vulnerable to the wind and the snow-laden tracks. As sturdy as the bridge looks, it seems to creak and groan under the weight of a single footstep. There even appears to be the remains of fall train-carts in the depths, from some unfortunate incident years ago. It’s probably fine.
Crossing the bridge and continuing down the tracks will eventually have the world opening up even more — you’ve finally reached Lakeside. Thick boreal forests crowd around the tracks, and in places, Interlopers will note that the tracks have buckled and become badly damaged. When they find roads, they will also find them in similar states of disrepair from beneath the snow. Following them for another hour or so will eventually lead to Lakeside’s Maintenance Yard. From here, there is a road, with directions: signs pointing towards Milton, the Coast, Lakeside Resort and the Carter Hydrodam.
For those interested in searching the Maintenance Yard, they will be greeted by a large, fenced in building. Fortunately, a great deal of the fencing has been damaged with the bad weather and it is easy enough to gain access. The place is a bit of a mess: scrap metal, wood, and dissued trucks and cars litter the yard, along with wood that can be used for kindling and firewood. Inside the Maintenance Yard, it is a little bit of a mechanic’s dream. There’s plenty of tools in this place, and even a forge which could be used for crafting if someone has the patience to fire it up and keep it hot for long enough. There’s plenty of stores of coal, at least. But in terms of a living space, there’s not much else other than a small break room with some comfy chairs to catch some quick shut-eye. Searching the Yard for any letters or such will reveal a similar theme to that of Milton: difficulty in reaching the Mainland with postage and correspondences, the lack of staffing, and the problems with wildlife. There are also complaints and concerns over growing dangers of small quakes causing damage to the roads and rail system.
Following the road towards the Lakeside Resort is a mostly quiet and pleasant enough trek, as long as one keeps close to or on the road there as much as possible. The Resort is largely secluded, even if it is around the actual lake itself, and it’s easy to see just why this place would have been a popular vacation place.
The resort is a collection of a dozen luxury cabins dotted around the edge of the lake, each of them with a decent amount of space between them for privacy. The cabins themselves are sturdy and well built, but look far more modern and almost designer in terms of style - with huge almost floor to ceiling windows and spacious porches for that perfect lakeside view, and open plan rooms and balconies. Each of the cabins contain multiple bedrooms, suitable for vacationing families and mix both modern technology and more rustic means of heating homes — making them ideal for all weathers.
A couple of the cabins are not completed, appearing to be a kind of expansion of the resort that was not finished. Build materials still remain here. Some of the cabins on the furthest side appear to have become victims of vandalism, having been broken into and completely trashed with windows smashed, furniture missing and broken, and any goods completely ransacked from the place. There are perhaps five cabins out of the twelve that remain fully intact and may contain useful items such as food, basic medical supplies and tools, and will certainly be excellent shelters for those looking for somewhere to stay.
There is also a Camp Office, situated at the east side of the lake. Used as a kind of main office of maintenance for the cabins, along with an office or tourist centre of sorts. It has a decent stock of hiking and outdoor essentials. The Camp Office does also have a small living space upstairs — presumably used by Lake staff or rangers, with a wood stove and kitchenette, along with a bathroom and several bunk-beds. It appears that the Camp Office wasn't abandoned until a short while ago — no more than a couple of months.
Following the road to the Hydrodam is a trickier one than the one to the Resort. There is a higher volume of predator wildlife here, with wolf howls closer and more frequent. With the current state of wildlife’s behaviours, it is likely to face attacks from wolves on the way there. The Carter Hydrodam has clearly seen better days. It seems to have fallen into disrepair and may have only been run by a small skeleton crew. While the Hydrodam is gated and locked up tight, it’s possible to break in through the gate and gain access.
While the lower dam is currently out of bounds, Interlopers will be able to get into the upper levels of the main building of the Hydrodam, which consists mostly of offices, maintenance rooms, a medical bay, and rooms banked with control panels, plus staff areas. The med bay is relatively well stocked, but might need a little forced entry with certain medical lockers and cabinets. Tools and other useful items can also be found here, along with bunk rooms, a small canteen and bathrooms/showers. It might be possible with some work to get access to hot water here — the showering systems run on a back-up furnace system, and while some of the pipes are broken, it might be possible to fix them to get the hot water system up and running again.
Following the road to the Coast will find a dead end. The bridge that heads over towards that direction has been damaged beyond repair, and there looks to be no way of getting around it. Perhaps, much like with getting out of Milton, there may be an alternate way of getting further south, but time will tell.
But for now, here is an entirely new region, ripe for the picking. While it appears some places have already seen minor scavenging (with the exception to the vandalism and looting of some of the resort cabins), Lakeside is largely untouched. It is full of game to hunt, an expansive lake to take up ice-fishing in, and indoor locations to search through for supplies. Some Interlopers may decide to stay here permanently now that it’s easier to travel between Lakeside and Milton.
THE ECHO
WHEN: Aurora Nights, the month of March.
WHERE: Everywhere
CONTENT WARNINGS: supernatural/otherworldly afflictions; themes of grief; themes of loss
There are roughly no more than ten Aurora nights during the month of March, and everything occurs as usual: the insanely bright colours swirling in the skies before you, the crackles and pops of static in the air providing percussion to the strange, ethereal chorus of almost-electrical sounds. The electrics of the world around coming alive with its usual sputtering and falters. There is much mystery to these strange, almost supernatural phenomena — but they almost feel like a kind of staple in the Northern Territories.
But on these nights something different happens.
If you listen closely, the sound of weeping can be heard on the air. Those with the Aurora Call Feat will be particularly drawn to the sound, and will hear it more clearly compared to their fellow Interlopers. It is the sound of a woman, and those paying attention might be able to recognise the voice it belongs to: it is the same woman heard over the static of radios and televisions in December and early January. The same woman that spoke to Interlopers, telling them to sleep, with the promise of help — thus granting some of them powers. It is the same voice that screamed out the night La’an Noonien-Singh died, and the night of those recently killed in the church.
She is… grief-stricken. Her weeping is a raw and anguished thing, and the more you listen, the more it seems to grip at you. You feel her pain, maybe it echoes within your own. Those you have lost, those you have failed or hurt — a reverb that grows stronger as the night continues. It is an all-consuming pain, its depths endless. It brings tears to your eyes.
You carry this pain, as she does.
You feel it in your very bones, in your flesh and sinew. It’s an exhaustive pain, and as the night progresses, you find yourself incredibly weary. In a strange state of fatigue that won’t even allow you to sleep.
You may find yourself going in search of comfort amongst friends, or loved ones. To hold a hand, to embrace them — to not be alone in this pain you feel.
But it is a pain that is too great.
On these nights, you will find yourselves alone, without the comfort you would otherwise lean on. You will not be soothed by that comfort of others. For as long as the Aurora lasts, reaching out and touching others will bring real physical pain to you. It will hurt to touch others, and physical contact will produce a sharp biting pain, even for those who may not feel pain otherwise. Too much. It’s… too much.
Some of you were told once, in a dream: “Don’t you understand it now? We are all connected. The Aurora connects us.”
Once the lights in the sky fade, that pain will finally ease and the woman’s sobs will go quiet — but it will return once more, when the next Aurora comes.
FAQs
1. It is entirely possible for NPC Interlopers to die in the mines due to electrocution, and players are free to use NPCs — we ask that players give mods a heads up so that the masterlist can be updated accordingly.
1. The lower dam is currently completely physically impossible to access. The door that leads there is jammed shut. Characters will notice half-frozen water leaking on the floor around the door.
2. It is possible to find bodies in Lakeside, however there is a... suspiciously low amount of them, and the rare ones found by characters will have been there for some time. They will have appeared to have died of exposure.
3. Wolves can be found in Lakeside, and their tracks are incredibly common. Interactions with wolves can happen in the exploration of this region, and they will behave much like they did during the September event and be incredibly hostile to players.
4. Bears are also common in Lakeside, and their tracks can also be found. They technically should be still hibernating, and much like wolves — they will be aggressive towards Interlopers. Keep your distance!
5. Lakeside unlocking comes with a Companion Event of an Interation with a new NPC!
1. Essentially: physical touch with others will bring Interlopers physical pain. Sorry about that.
2. It is possible for Interlopers with Aurora Call to attempt to reach out to the woman. Those interested can inquire into what that interaction may be like! They can find out what that entails here.
(Bigby Wolf)
But it's fucking dangerous out there, the wolves here are crazy, so she's not going alone. And maybe Bigby wouldn't normally be the first person she asks for company, but she's got her own reasons for not bringing March or asking Little.
Besides, he's way scarier and more capable than either of them, and if they're going to be dealing with wolves, she'd prefer to have one of her own on her side.
(Still hard to believe he can turn into a gigantic wolf, but, hey. Everyone has their thing.)
The trail is long and windy, but she keeps pace at his side, keeping an eye on the woods, her hand never far from the ivory grip at her hip. ]
It's times like this I really miss trucks.
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Cars are overrated.
[ A very normal thing for anyone to say, clearly. But considering how open Bigby has been about what he is at the town meeting, he doesn't feel the need to keep up any fully human act anymore. If it wasn't for the taxis he often needs to take for work, he would have been (nearly) hit by cars way more often than he's actually ever been in one.
.. granted, for as human as Wynonna is, he knows why it's different for her as they walk out here. This is practically Bigby's natural territory - or another world's version of it. He can't prowl it as a wolf, sure, but it's familiar enough. It can't be the same for her. ]
Why, are you getting tired? [ Bigby Wolf: expert at making that sort of thing sound casual and meaningless, rather than anything actually worried.
It's easier for him that way, after all. And with everything he's learned about Wynonna so far, it feels like it's easier for her too. Some similar level of that going on here that works out rather neatly. ]
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It would just be easier to haul stuff back and forth. That's what trucks are for. You know, for those of us who can't turn into building-sized animals. Oh, wait!
[ Wynonna arches her eyebrows at him, sticking her thumbs in her back pockets as they walk along. ]
You can't, either.
[ Translation: she's fine, you big, bad floof. ]
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Nothing fond in that, nope siree. You're not seeing anything. Not like he's glad to see her being her usual self after the mess he found her in only a few months ago. You can't prove a thing. ]
Sometimes I feel like you have a little bit too much fun with this. [ 'This' being poking fun at him, of course. It doesn't even have to be said. ] People back home were terrified of me, you know.
[ He was COOL and TOUGH and SCARY, Wynonna!!!
.. not that Bigby necessarily enjoyed that, but that's a layer too nuanced for him to get into out loud. Ever. ]
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[ She knows, like, two fairy tales. But everybody's heard that one.
Wynonna kicks a rock out of the way, watches it skitter off the road and into the underbrush. They've already talked about the way people back home feel about her; she's not interested revisiting it.
She is interested in something else, though. ]
So who was Hillary-suit you brought to the town meeting? Did you scare up a lady friend, somehow?
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.. it however fades the moment the man realises what she is starting on. It mostly takes him a moment since he doesn't get the reference, but somewhere around the lady friend part it sure is starting to set in.
Never mind, he'd like to return to the talk of pigs, please. ]
What? [ Please don't mind his wide eyes. Or the way he almost sputters that word as it leaves his mouth. It's a good thing there's no wild animals attempting to attack them right now, since Bigby absolutely is paying no attention to their surroundings anymore, instead staring at Wynonna with wide eyes. ]
Don't get any weird ideas!
[ Any weird ideas which are also completely true. Bigby is an incredibly subtle person, clearly. (Except not at all, it's showing all over his face.) ]
She just comes from the same place as me. I wanted to make sure she knew everything she has to know about this place if she's gonna be stuck here with us.
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Despite having lately gotten blind-sided just like this by Thomas Jopson, she's pitiless as she comes closer, still grinning at him like a jackal. This is all just too good. She'd been trying to get a rise out of him before, but: ]
Oh shit, you like her!
[ Finally, something other than survival to talk about. You're not getting out of this one, Bigby! Wynonna sidles up, an obnoxious sing-songy lilt to her voice. ]
What's her naaaaaaaame. What's she like. How long have you been all puppy-eyes over her. Gimme the scoop.
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Yet, at the same time, he's fully aware that he's not going to be able to worm his way out of this one. ]
Wynonna, please--
[ Just let him keep some of his dignity here, girl.
Just a little bit of it? ]
Listen, I'll answer your questions, but you have to swear to not say a word to her. Not a word, got it?!
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[ Please, Bigby, she needs this. After the indignity of getting grilled by Jopson, she desperately needs to turn the tables on someone else, and you just happen to be a prime candidate.
He looks so uncomfortable. It makes her grin grow even wider. ]
Zero chance I'll tell her anything. Now spill. What's the deal? What is it about a nineties skirt suit that rings your bell?
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[ He can see the expression on your face, girl! He's not blind!
But Bigby does at least hope he can trust Wynonna enough that she'll stick to her word about not saying anything - even if she does get to know Snow. It might be inevitable, considering how relatively few of them are in this place to begin with.
But expecting her to stick to her end of the bargain means him having to stick to his. So even though he lets out a tortured sigh, the man starts: ]
And for the record, it has nothing to do with what she wears. I've known her since way before she ever wore that! [ For centuries, in fact. He's seen her in medieval garb before anything, Wynonna.. ] It's just-- I first saw her one time when she was in trouble, and I..
[ He looks so embarrassed. What is talking about feelings!! It feels like he's going to throw up just attempting to actually voice any of this!! ]
I-- I don't know. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, alright? [ Bigby has never seemed more flustered. ]
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[ How could he even expect her to stop looking happy about this, especially when he so clearly hates it? Every word is tugged reluctantly out of him, which is hilarious, because every word is excruciatingly sweet. Boy, he's got it bad.
Wynonna's still grinning at him. ]
The 'fairest of them all,' huh?
[ Because why not continue to make fairy tale jokes at his expense? ]
So, what's her view on a a little light bestiality?
[ Because he's a wolf, get it??? ]
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.. especially when she hits him with a question like that a moment later.
He groans. ]
There's no view to be had, because she's not into me.
[ Which sucks to say out loud, but.. as far as he's concerned, it's also the truth!! Even if it makes him feel pathetic enough to drag a hand down his face. ]
That's why none of this even matters. Nothing's gonna happen.
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[ This is the first time she's seen Bigby look so defeated. He's such a stubborn asshole, she'd have figured he'd chase after any lady who caught his eye; in no way did she expect him to turn out to be the sort to pine quietly from a distance. ]
What's not to like, huh? You're a good-looking guy. You're, you know... responsible. You can turn into an enormous wolf. What else does she need?
[ Could be none of these things a strong foundation to a relationship make... aside from the second one, but she's not exactly considering a longer relationship than a single night. Anything else is wildly out of her wheelhouse. ]
You just need a good wingman.
[ Or a bad one. Like her. ]
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[ Not that he thinks she's hitting on him either. It's more that Bigby figures she's speaking from her own point of view, where those things might potentially be attractive. ]
She wants a good man.
[ .. briefly he can't help but think about Prince Charming.
Somehow the thought of that guy alone makes him want to punch something. But without anything being in reach of his arms while they still walk, it just remains a thought. ]
And Snow's way too smart and strong to let anyone change her mind on that one.
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[ Not that Bigby's exactly her preferences... not that she hasn't recently had a pretty alarming reconsideration of whether her preferences are as well-defined as she thought they were.
But they're not talking about that! They're talking about Bigby, and how that's such utter bullshit that Wynonna snorts aloud. ]
Yeah, guess what? You kind of are a good man? You might be a big, bad wolf, but you're a good dude.
[ She grins at him, exaggeratedly sweet: who could get mad at this face? ]
...boss.
cw: it doesn't count as cannibalism if bigby wasn't human back then but it gets close
.. perhaps even more now he's getting a compliment while she's making that face. Suffering. ]
Wynonna, I've eaten more people than anyone could count. I beat people up on the regular. Hell, I threw a guy down the Witching Well when Snow very much didn't want me to do so. [ He sounds like he admits it all a little reluctantly, since he doesn't necessarily like talking about the bad shit he's done, but..
Well, they're still objective truths. He has to be able to admit to that, even in front of the people he gives a shit about. ]
What of any of that makes me a good guy?
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[ Wyatt Earp may have wanted to be a farmer. That didn't stop him from picking up a gun and doling out the law as it suited him. And she's got no idea what the Witching Well might be, but she's plenty familiar with frontier justice and the ways it can get out of hand. ]
Good, bad, sinner, saint... you seriously know even one person who only fits into one of those boxes?
[ Dolls had said it himself: we're all guilty of something, right, Earp? ]
I don't know why you did all that stuff. Maybe you wanted to, maybe they deserved it. All I know is who you've been here... and that guy's okay.
Annoying maybe, but...
[ She lets it drift off, teasing. ]
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It means there's nothing but the sound of their footsteps crunching against the snow as they walk for that while. It's not even that Bigby is trying to avoid her words - though it's tempting, in a way - as much as he has to think about them. It's not often that he's told something like this, after all. Even the caveat she throws in after it in that typical Wynonna-y way can't change that.
Then Bigby slowly exhales. He doesn't look at her as he speaks, instead glancing ahead of them. ]
Back home everyone knew what I did. [ Hard to escape a reputation as large as his, after all. It's something he doesn't even think he has to explain to her, since it seems like Wynonna knows the mundy tales about him well enough. ] They all say I haven't changed. That I'm still a monster.
[ His voice is.. a little different than the usual. It's not super emotional, but the gruffness has faded for a little bit, and something about the tone seems a little heavier, like there's something in there that the man struggles with. ]
.. I dunno what it means then when people like you here call me okay.
[ Okay may not be the biggest compliment, but compared to back home? It's a different of night and day. ]
And I know even less what Snow thinks.
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[ Some people you just can't forgive. And that had just been a girl from high school, not a bunch of immortal fairy tale people. She slips her hands into the back pockets of her jeans as they walk, looking over at him at the shift in his tone.
She hasn't forgotten everything they talked about when he came to check on her, when that shadow had her sitting alone and so lost it didn't seem like she'd ever find her way back. She hasn't forgotten that he didn't leave her there for a second after he found her; he stayed with her and bullied her up and out until she felt like herself again.
Who gives a shit what those other assholes say? She probably owes him her life. ]
I'd say you could ask her, but honestly I think that advice is overrated.
[ Better to never bring it up and pretend it's not a thing, right? Right. ]
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Absolutely not.
[ Out of all solutions, that's the one Bigby is definitely never willing to consider. It's way easier to live with these feelings for literal centuries than to face even a single conversation about it with Snow. Thankfully Wynonna seems to understand, which is why it sounds more like he's whining about it as he speaks rather than he's attempting to convince her.
Maybe he's just venting to someone who understands you don't just talk about feelings. Gross. ]
If she turns me down, then it's all over. It'll be awkward as hell. Maybe she'll even push me away, and-- I can't have that in this fucking place where anything could just kill her. I need to be there to protect her.
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[ She absolutely does. There's no way to be rejected if you just... never put yourself out there. Or if you're the one to do the rejecting, before things can get too real. Happiness might be real -- she knows it is, has had it, held it, tasted it for herself -- but so is hurt, and the latter is a lot more common than the former.
She looks over at him at what he says, at the almost desperate words. ]
Hey, she'll be fine.
[ Probably. None of them still have any idea how or why the Darkwalker attacks, or how to stop it. ]
Try to chill out about it. You're not gonna impress anybody by stress-shedding.
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He's got a sceptical eyebrow raised. A very, very sceptical eyebrow. ]
Are you saying you're good at that? 'Chilling out' about this sort of stuff?
[ Pot, kettle! Granted, maybe Bigby's pot is a little bit darker in this case, but it's still valid from his point of view! ]
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[ But he's got a point: thinking about the people she cares most about here, the vast majority of them are — to put it generously — extremely fucking likely to get killed. ]
... But I see your point.
[ She shrugs at him, kicking at the snow along the path. ]
I guess that's why they need us, right? It's not like this gun of mine is just for show.
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And Bigby knows why. Her argument definitely doesn't hold water here. Oh, sure, there are some people who can take care of themselves. Bigby fully trusts Wynonna to be able to do so, for one, even though he'd still help her out anyway if she was in trouble.
But.. there's outliers. And Bigby happens to know about one such outlier, and his connection to Wynonna. ]
So you're gonna use that to protect March?
[ He's saying it so casually. If he's teasing her, there's definitely not a real hint of it on his face right now. The boss is innocent! ]
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Wynonna trips, stumbles for a second over a root that's definitely there, before she turns a wary, half-exasperated glance on Bigby. ]
Or to shoot him. Jury's still out.
[ She narrows her eyes at him, the way he's so innocently not teasing her. ]
No, no. This is not the same thing as... your thing. It's a different... thing.
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