Someday, Bigby, I'm going to challenge you to make it through an entire conversation while being pleasant, just to see if you can.
Now. Let's get the sarcasm out of the way, shall we? I need a teacher I can trust, someone who knows very well how to fight, and you happen to fall into both those categories. Don't tell me you're too busy; I know for a fact you're not.
Yeeeah, not going to accept a challenge I know I'll fail. Always had more luck catching flies with vinegar than honey.
[ maybe if she offers him something for successfully doing so. that's another conversation for another day. hopefully one that'll never happen, because Bigby and pleasant don't belong in the same sentence together. ]
Aw. You trust me? That's... well. Don't really know how I feel about that. Are you just wanting to get better at throwing some punches or are you looking to be prepared to break limbs if necessary?
I trust you to be an ass whenever you can, but not pettily cruel. And I trust you enough to sleep in your bed-- or did you imagine I simply wandered in and out of homes until I found someone to shelter me?
[In other words: she doesn't trust him completely, because she doesn't trust anyone completely. But she trusts him enough to ask him this, knowing he won't actively try and hurt her or humiliate her.]
In any case: whichever you're more likely to teach.
That's nice of you. It's important to know that I'm only necessarily cruel, not pettily.
[ is that him being an ass right now? probably. he's not sorry. ]
You trust me enough to do a lot more than just sleep in my bed, but sure. I get your point. Gonna tell me why you've got this unquenchable bloodlust all of a sudden? Thought teleporting away was always a safe bet for you.
Because it tires me out after a time. I can do it in short bursts, but there's a reason I take a horse most of the time when I come to Wyver.
And with a war brewing, there's only so many places I'll be able to teleport anyway. I'd rather be safe than sorry if I find myself cornered somewhere.
I've heard of pressure points, and I can likely pick them out, though I realize that doing it in the midst of battle is different than doing it in a sterile environment.
I can shoot a gun. I've killed people before, there shan't be a hesitation there. But no, I've never used my teeth or grappled; I'd never had to until after my death.
Strategy would likely work best for me, I imagine. Learning a base set of defenses, but more importantly, how to read people and realize what it is they'll try next.
Wait, I thought you were just using the war for emphasis. Are you planning on being in the front lines or what?
[ he doesn't know how he feels about teaching her to fight so that she can pick a side in this stupid bullshit and subject herself to unnecessary risks. that might mean he actually cares about her or something? maybe? ]
I hope you know I'm not a skilled martial artist. I can teach you how to break out of holds, maybe even throw a punch that can knock someone on their ass. Lot of what I've learned is from trial and error.
[ aka he's gotten knocked on his ass and then some several times over. ]
Oh, good god, no. Battle, fight, scrap, pick whatever word you wish.
[She just has a tendency to use the word battle because she likes strategics.
Still, there's a little pause before she adds the next part.]
All right. That sounds a fairly decent repertoire. And if trial and error is the only way to practice, I suppose I wouldn't mind working up to knocking you on your behind.
[ picture this: Rosalind decked out in full armor and riding a horse with some kind of bladed object. Bigby is and he can't help but huff a bit of laughter out from underneath his breath. ]
If you can knock me down? I'll bend over and assume the fucking position for you. Let's take it one step at a time.
I'd think you would get tired of telling me not to be vulgar by now. You and I both know that's not changing anytime soon. But sure. Dinner it is.
[ oh, he figured that question would be coming up sooner or later. "replacements". yes, he remembers the gift she has gotten him. a gift that is to gift her in return. which will then gift him. visually. ]
I think my best answer is to keep it as vague as possible until you see if I have them or not in person.
Yeah, yeah, it's not like I spent it on alcohol or something. Maybe I wanted to mail it to you like you did to me as a surprise. There's this thing kids do with their phones these days, involving inappropriate photos and what not.
No. As much as I'm certain you'd keep them to yourself, I don't trust these devices to keep things truly private.
A pity. I do like the thought of you desperate and fantasizing about me while I'm away.
But. I'll most certainly try them on when I get them, if you've truly sent them by mail. And if not: isn't the promise of a show more than enough for you?
Says the lady who dragged me through an event with hundreds of people to a backroom.
[ dang, Rosalind. he wanted to see what was such a big deal with this ridiculous "texting". Bigby isn't that sad, though. seeing it in person has its... benefits. ]
Guess we'll both have to wait and see if you get them, then. Hopefully they take long enough for me to forget so I can be pleasantly surprised when you're wearing it.
That was entirely different. You're still in trouble for groping me in public, but all anyone saw then was me pulling you away. It's a far cry from a lewd photo being shared.
[There's a pause. She tries very, very hard to phrase this in a way that doesn't come across as whining.]
Okay, a few things. 1.) You were one step away from straddling me while standing, so I don't want to hear it. 2.) You took my fucking candy. 3.) Does it look like I'm some twenty-year-old kid with something to brag about?
You're not some goddamned notch on my belt. Any shit between us wouldn't be shared.
[ not that he's pushing for lewd photos. she's a ~modest woman~, so he Understands. all depravity is reserved for behind closed doors. ]
Also, how do I give you a hint about something like that. It's either you're going to get it or you aren't.
1) I most certainly was not. I kissed you and nothing more. 2) Stop whining, you aren't a child. 3) As I said, I don't think you yourself would share it, not willingly. But I don't trust these networks, and I'd rather my picture not end up posted somewhere by some malicious person who can crack a code.
Though I appreciate the assurance. And the implication that I mean something to you.
Honestly, Bigby, have you never done this before? Color, why don't we start there.
1.) You kissed something, alright. 2.) See my previous 3.) 3.) Fair enough. We'll stick to handwritten trysts made entirely in code. I'll even get you a decoder ring.
[ and to answer her question without answering it: no. he barely buys himself clothes, let alone lingerie for a woman. she won't even begin to understand the trials and tribulations he's gone through for her. ]
You can't act offended that I might think you'd risk my privacy (thus proving you understand why such a thing is important at all) and then in the same breath mock me for wanting said privacy. Pick one and stick to it.
Black is decent. "It's black, sort of" is not precisely the description I was hoping for, but we'll get you there yet. Sheer or solid?
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Now. Let's get the sarcasm out of the way, shall we? I need a teacher I can trust, someone who knows very well how to fight, and you happen to fall into both those categories. Don't tell me you're too busy; I know for a fact you're not.
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Always had more luck catching flies with vinegar than honey.
[ maybe if she offers him something for successfully doing so. that's another conversation for another day. hopefully one that'll never happen, because Bigby and pleasant don't belong in the same sentence together. ]
Aw. You trust me? That's... well.
Don't really know how I feel about that.
Are you just wanting to get better at throwing some punches or are you looking to be prepared to break limbs if necessary?
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[In other words: she doesn't trust him completely, because she doesn't trust anyone completely. But she trusts him enough to ask him this, knowing he won't actively try and hurt her or humiliate her.]
In any case: whichever you're more likely to teach.
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It's important to know that I'm only necessarily cruel, not pettily.
[ is that him being an ass right now? probably. he's not sorry. ]
You trust me enough to do a lot more than just sleep in my bed, but sure.
I get your point.
Gonna tell me why you've got this unquenchable bloodlust all of a sudden?
Thought teleporting away was always a safe bet for you.
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And with a war brewing, there's only so many places I'll be able to teleport anyway. I'd rather be safe than sorry if I find myself cornered somewhere.
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Didn't imagine it was the most comfortable method of travel.
Getting out of a situation involving you getting stabbed, though?
[ he isn't going to tell a woman not to learn to defend themselves, though. especially not when in Wyver of all places. ]
Alright, yeah, fair enough.
Do you know anything already?
Grappling, pressure points, how to use your fucking teeth if you need to?
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I can shoot a gun. I've killed people before, there shan't be a hesitation there. But no, I've never used my teeth or grappled; I'd never had to until after my death.
Strategy would likely work best for me, I imagine. Learning a base set of defenses, but more importantly, how to read people and realize what it is they'll try next.
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Are you planning on being in the front lines or what?
[ he doesn't know how he feels about teaching her to fight so that she can pick a side in this stupid bullshit and subject herself to unnecessary risks. that might mean he actually cares about her or something? maybe? ]
I hope you know I'm not a skilled martial artist.
I can teach you how to break out of holds, maybe even throw a punch that can knock someone on their ass.
Lot of what I've learned is from trial and error.
[ aka he's gotten knocked on his ass and then some several times over. ]
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[She just has a tendency to use the word battle because she likes strategics.
Still, there's a little pause before she adds the next part.]
All right. That sounds a fairly decent repertoire. And if trial and error is the only way to practice, I suppose I wouldn't mind working up to knocking you on your behind.
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[ picture this: Rosalind decked out in full armor and riding a horse with some kind of bladed object. Bigby is and he can't help but huff a bit of laughter out from underneath his breath. ]
If you can knock me down?
I'll bend over and assume the fucking position for you.
Let's take it one step at a time.
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Speaking of things you owe me, by the by, did you manage to buy my replacements yet?
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You and I both know that's not changing anytime soon.
But sure. Dinner it is.
[ oh, he figured that question would be coming up sooner or later. "replacements". yes, he remembers the gift she has gotten him. a gift that is to gift her in return. which will then gift him. visually. ]
I think my best answer is to keep it as vague as possible until you see if I have them or not in person.
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And I doubt you haven't bought them at all.
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Maybe I wanted to mail it to you like you did to me as a surprise.
There's this thing kids do with their phones these days, involving inappropriate photos and what not.
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A pity. I do like the thought of you desperate and fantasizing about me while I'm away.
But. I'll most certainly try them on when I get them, if you've truly sent them by mail. And if not: isn't the promise of a show more than enough for you?
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[ dang, Rosalind. he wanted to see what was such a big deal with this ridiculous "texting". Bigby isn't that sad, though. seeing it in person has its... benefits. ]
Guess we'll both have to wait and see if you get them, then.
Hopefully they take long enough for me to forget so I can be pleasantly surprised when you're wearing it.
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[There's a pause. She tries very, very hard to phrase this in a way that doesn't come across as whining.]
At least give me a hint.
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1.) You were one step away from straddling me while standing, so I don't want to hear it.
2.) You took my fucking candy.
3.) Does it look like I'm some twenty-year-old kid with something to brag about?
You're not some goddamned notch on my belt. Any shit between us wouldn't be shared.
[ not that he's pushing for lewd photos. she's a ~modest woman~, so he Understands. all depravity is reserved for behind closed doors. ]
Also, how do I give you a hint about something like that.
It's either you're going to get it or you aren't.
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2) Stop whining, you aren't a child.
3) As I said, I don't think you yourself would share it, not willingly. But I don't trust these networks, and I'd rather my picture not end up posted somewhere by some malicious person who can crack a code.
Though I appreciate the assurance. And the implication that I mean something to you.
Honestly, Bigby, have you never done this before? Color, why don't we start there.
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2.) See my previous 3.)
3.) Fair enough. We'll stick to handwritten trysts made entirely in code. I'll even get you a decoder ring.
[ and to answer her question without answering it: no. he barely buys himself clothes, let alone lingerie for a woman. she won't even begin to understand the trials and tribulations he's gone through for her. ]
It's black.
Sort of.
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Black is decent. "It's black, sort of" is not precisely the description I was hoping for, but we'll get you there yet. Sheer or solid?
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You've accepted me for what I am, and that includes being an unreasonable prick that annoys the fuck out of you.
[ aka, he's just bullshitting and he wants to see if it's just as easy to rouse her through text as it is in person. ]
It's black with a texture somewhere on it.
There, that better?
Both.
[ he's not going to make this easy for her. ]
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[It absolutely is that easy, she's huffing away on the other side.]
Purely black, or are there any other colors involved?