[ being a fable can have all sorts of benefits, and bigby knows them better than most. elongated lifespan (potentially infinite, if you don't get axed first), heightened recovery from injuries, strength beyond that of the average person... the list goes on. but sometimes there's a drawback. well, in his experience there's always a drawback whenever things seem too good to be true, and one of those in his case is...
well, the big bad wolf can't get drunk.
he can get a buzz, sure, but only if he really tries to - the way his body processes alcohol sees its effects wear off alarmingly fast. it sucks sometimes, when he's had a particularly rough night and needs to force his mind off of things. not the healthiest coping mechanism by a long shot, but he doesn't have to worry about the same consequences as a human. he's nursing some whiskey for the time being, but it's a little frustrating that here, where camaraderie is so important, he can't have a drink and loosen up the same way others can.
unless he tries that golden stuff.
he's hesitant to just gulp it down, though, not without knowing for sure what it does - so he'll find someone else at the bar who's tried it already, easing into an adjacent seat before shooting them a curious look. ]
So, does that stuff actually work?
2. the cold never bothered him anyway
[ bigby's lineage gives him a few unique features. being the son of the north wind not only allows him to control powerful gusts of wind (his legendary "huff and puff", as it were) and hold his breath for long stretches of time, but makes him virtually immune to the cold. he's tried some of the food from that leftmost table, and it hasn't done much for him. no chill in the air, nothing nipping at his nose, not even a goosebump.
that table on the right, though. that's another story.
the warmth beneath his skin is pleasant, surprisingly so, and he may go ahead and sample the food from that end a little more than he ought to - or not, depending on one's perspective, because by the time he's done he's practically radiating warmth like some kind of space heater. he'll end up sprawled out a bit on one of the couches, occupied or otherwise, remarking to no one in particular: ]
You know what, maybe I had this place pegged all wrong. Doesn't seem half bad after all.
3. wild card baby woooooo
[ i'm 120% open to other scenarios too! bigby can be found almost anywhere what with him being all sorts of inquisitive about what this place has to offer, so if you have another idea you want to go for then feel free to fire it my way! if you want to plot anything out beforehand you can chat me up on plurk at gottacatchemall or on discord at Tatch151#7720, or just shoot me a pm! don't be afraid of the big bad wolf y'all ]
bigby wolf | m/f shipping pref but ota for whatever else may be
[ being a fable can have all sorts of benefits, and bigby knows them better than most. elongated lifespan (potentially infinite, if you don't get axed first), heightened recovery from injuries, strength beyond that of the average person... the list goes on. but sometimes there's a drawback. well, in his experience there's always a drawback whenever things seem too good to be true, and one of those in his case is...
well, the big bad wolf can't get drunk.
he can get a buzz, sure, but only if he really tries to - the way his body processes alcohol sees its effects wear off alarmingly fast. it sucks sometimes, when he's had a particularly rough night and needs to force his mind off of things. not the healthiest coping mechanism by a long shot, but he doesn't have to worry about the same consequences as a human. he's nursing some whiskey for the time being, but it's a little frustrating that here, where camaraderie is so important, he can't have a drink and loosen up the same way others can.
unless he tries that golden stuff.
he's hesitant to just gulp it down, though, not without knowing for sure what it does - so he'll find someone else at the bar who's tried it already, easing into an adjacent seat before shooting them a curious look. ]
So, does that stuff actually work?
2. the cold never bothered him anyway
[ bigby's lineage gives him a few unique features. being the son of the north wind not only allows him to control powerful gusts of wind (his legendary "huff and puff", as it were) and hold his breath for long stretches of time, but makes him virtually immune to the cold. he's tried some of the food from that leftmost table, and it hasn't done much for him. no chill in the air, nothing nipping at his nose, not even a goosebump.
that table on the right, though. that's another story.
the warmth beneath his skin is pleasant, surprisingly so, and he may go ahead and sample the food from that end a little more than he ought to - or not, depending on one's perspective, because by the time he's done he's practically radiating warmth like some kind of space heater. he'll end up sprawled out a bit on one of the couches, occupied or otherwise, remarking to no one in particular: ]
You know what, maybe I had this place pegged all wrong. Doesn't seem half bad after all.
3. wild card baby woooooo
[ i'm 120% open to other scenarios too! bigby can be found almost anywhere what with him being all sorts of inquisitive about what this place has to offer, so if you have another idea you want to go for then feel free to fire it my way! if you want to plot anything out beforehand you can chat me up on plurk at