OPEN POST: Bigby Wolf - The Wolf Among Us

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[standingonmyneck]

[She wouldn't blab, as she knew people would think she was crazy. But that really wasn't the point to her. Daria was horrified.

There were really a lot of liberties she tried to take mentally. She sat here in the coffee shop, with a small cup of coffee to make her feel more normal. Therefore, at more ease. It wasn't really working, but she tried to make due; sipping rather nervous sips in between breaths. Her nerves were shot, and her foot tapped every now and then in anticipation. The face was as unreadable as usual, but that was because she tried her best to buck up and not be so afraid. It was barely working.

She knew what this was. This was Bigby doing his job. Protecting Fables, and what this was was a threat to them. She wouldn't tell. But they wouldn't believe that, obviously they would find...a way to take care of the problem.

They obviously knew, at least one of them did, else she wouldn't even be here.

Daria felt small for a moment as he started asking questions, feeling a bit stuck. Then, she took a different path. She was going to be as compliant as she could. After all, she could've been found out by any other Fable and...worse would've happened.

Her brain flip flopped on how she felt, but she was always, always logical.]

I was leaving the public library when a guy walked down the sidewalk. He looked wealthy. Then some guy came out of the alley, looking like he needed something.

Then the, other guy lunged at him with a knife and-

[Pause. She grabbed another calm sip of coffee. Calm the nerves. Relax, Daria. Let the warm coffee soothe the throat. Breathe.]

-He got stabbed, and the mugger stole his wallet. The wealthy guy fell on the ground. Then he turned to look at me and I saw his...teeth. His large teeth, and bloodshot eyes.

[Needless to say, this was traumatizing.]

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[Bigby took a thoughtful drag of his cigarette, tapping out the ash before continuing.]

Big teeth and bloodshot eyes. Remember anything else? About how he looked? Or anything he said?

[He's eager to get information, but he tries to keep his tone as gentle as possible. He's aware she's traumatised, and that pushing her won't be such a good idea. Traumatised witnesses often have patchy memories at best -- especially for mundies, who have seen and done so much less than those as long-lived as Fables.]

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[There was a very earnest attempt at keeping composure, as there usually was with her. No rhyme or reason to keep Bigby from doing his job, and her freaking out in any way or not being descriptive was going to be irritating for them both. Because she doesn't want to waste her or his time with this. Daria wanted to be done and move on, whatever happened. Just let it happen.

That said, despite her composure, some details were fuzzy. Was it because it all happened so fast for something so surreal to her? Perhaps. Bigby continued to try, she had to as well. It was only fair.

He's probably judging the crap out of you right now. Probably always had. Sound familiar, Daria? You're quite used to that. Except we're expanding the species list here.]

He didn't say much if anything to the guy he mugged. He noticed me though and growled at me a bit. Wild guess? I was either lunch or compost.

I think...his arms got bigger, longer.