puffing | OVERFLOW (EL NYSA)

( from here. )

[ Bigby was optimistic for a change. he figured his dramatic act would shut everyone up, get them to maybe laugh and think he's a moron before eventually separating. there's no way he could have expected how devoted the crowd was to seeing their fights through to their completion.

being jeered and booed and cursed at? no big deal. he's gotten his fair share of hate in the past, so all of that was almost nostalgic to a certain degree. there were a few threats out there that caused Bigby to shoot a challenge stare, as if begging them to come at him so he had an excuse to throw his own fists for a change. hypocritical much. too bad he won't have a change to do such a thing when someone sneaks up on him with a... shamisen? ]

What― what the fuck―

[ his large, muscular frame is indeed hitting the floor when the metal wires wrap around his leg and pull him towards the man wielding this foreign power of sorts. he's left growling before he sinks both ankles into the ground in an attempt to apply his weight. when that doesn't work, he's reaching forward to grab them with both hands, using a level of strength that is far above a normal human's. whether or not that actually stops him or pulls the musician forward remains to be seen, but Bigby is still going to throw some words out regardless. ]

Nuh uh. You don't get to stop me from stopping a fight by starting one with me, asshole.

Edited 2017-09-24 21:29 (UTC)

[The wires strain, the whirling mechanism within Bansai's shamisen jamming as they're met with resistance far great than a typical man's. He casts a disaffected glance to the neck of his instrument to check the damage. His instrument still stands in tact (a relief, really. He'd have a hell of a time replacing it on this planet,) but the men have easily been locked into a stalemate.

The musician can't help but smile as he stands up. He steadies the instrument in his grasp, just in case the other man attempted to jerk or pull him forward.]

Ah, then I daresay I have a different solution. How about we call it quits after the results of this fight? It would be a shame to force this place's song to end mid-crescendo.

[He couldn't care less if it stopped after this one. He just wanted to be assured that he didn't lose the money he had bet.]

( from here. )

[ blindfolds may shield him from seeing a familiar male's face, but scents are still something he can pick up on in thanks to his more... furry... side. the simulated world puts a dampening on things, but when pairing with the voice of a man that doesn't sound quite as nervous as before, Bigby has to believe he knows who said man is. whether or not they've formally introduced out in the snowstorm before, he will keep his newfound knowledge to himself.

after all, he's the guy with the blunt object in his hands. it's sad that Rhys always finds himself in a position where Bigby could be very, very bad if he chose to be. he won't, though. not yet. ]

If I'm only hitting it once, I'm making it count. I want these people with watermelon chunks on their damn face.

[ reluctantly, he drags his feet forward through the sand, waving his bat in the air to try and find the swinging fruit. ]

Has anyone gotten hit in the side of the head, yet? Just curious.

Not that I've seen? But if they did they probably got taken for first aid or something so.

[ He shrugs despite knowing Bigby won't be able to see it. ]

You're not too far off though, try taking a step to your le...no, right. My left, your right. One step that way.

[ Look at him, being all helpful and stuff. He deserves a Human Of the Year award for this. He totally wouldn't have done this when he worked at Hyperion. A good heckle and some smarmy quips and he'd leave the man to it. But seeing as how this guy is clearly not dressed for the beach bumming that it seems most people are here for he's decided on a rare moment of pity. ]

There's a first time for everything.

[ that's not. ominous at all. nope. Bigby remains somewhat calm as he is guided into what he can only hope is the right direct, the frustrated twitches of his eyebrows obscured by the blindfold placed over them. it doesn't take long for him to begin grumbling, though, and he eventually stops spinning around like an idiot to focus his attention on the voice once more. ]

Are you fucking with me right now? You're definitely fucking with me.

[ sorry, Rhys. you may have good intentions in your heart (for a change), but Bigby's pessimistic self is going to assume you are doing this for a good heckle and some smarmy quips. ]

No, I'm not fucking with you. I just...forgot directions are backwards for a minute, it's fine.

[ aka The fault lies with Rhys and he's trying not to acknowledge that too much or focus on it. Let him try again, this time with a little more confidence since Bigby's almost where he needs to be even with all that disoriented shuffling. ]

Take one step to your right. A small one.

( from here. )

[ Bigby's briefly distracted by DD's sudden appearance. lots of canines in these parts. with an eyepatch, non-the-less? interesting. he would probably be more interested if he wasn't frustrated to all hell about his current situation. one that is exacerbated by the stranger pointing out the obvious. ]

Yeah, no shit. Don't think you can call it falling, though. More like... buried.

[ he begins to wiggle around to try and loosen the sand's grip on him. damn. tight as a vice. ]

Get your laughs out of the way and help me out of this shit.

Edited 2017-09-24 21:50 (UTC)

( from here. )

[ perhaps it's the sunny beach that has brightened Ardyn's mood? maybe not, considering how much he must like things dark and ~spooky~. regardless, Bigby knows jack shit about this guy and how fortunate his circumstances may possibly be when including present company. all he knows is that this guy reeks of annoying. surely that gaudy umbrella for the sun is only matched by an equally gaudy attire of his, hobo-based or no. ]

Uh... your hands, maybe? It's not like this is cement you're dealing with, guy. You can even drop your precious umbrella for five seconds.

[ maybe a "please" would help, but that's not a word often pulled out of his dictionary. sorry, not sorry. ]

[Ardyn Izunia, digging his hands through the sand, helping someone, would be quite the sight. Ridiculous, hilarious, to the point where he almost could be convinced to do it, just based on how inane the idea is.

And yet there's something very gruff and direct about this talking head of a man. The slightest edge of sarcasm that makes Ardyn want to walk away and leave him there, with the sun beating down on him.]

Oh, these hands?

[He sets his umbrella down and gestures with them, the ones adorned with the stupid fingerless hobo gloves, gods why.]

These hands aren't meant for such difficult, manual labor. At least- [He considers Bigby for a moment, remaining crouched.] Not until asked nicely.

[ it's only ridiculous if one of his adoring fans run into him while he's doing it, okay. otherwise? just a normal guy doing normal things like pretending to be a good person. Bigby knows a thing or two about that. ask him for a few tips and he'd be willing to share them.

you know, once he's let out of this ridiculous situation, that is. ]

You're one step in the right direction. [ gesturing with his head towards the umbrella now in the sand. ] I'm thinking your hands are probably nice and soft, and maybe the sandpaper on your cheeks is your way of making up for it. It's never too late to start changing that.

[ he has his own stubble, but his hands are the farthest thing from clean or soft. there goes the words Bigby was expecting, though. "ask nicely". his response? a growl. ]

Who needs to say please when they're stuck in the damn sand? Just be a decent guy for half a minute.

[Pretending to be a good person? Are we sure that Ardyn hasn't reached his quota for the century, having pretended to be oh-so helpful back on Eos? One wonders.]

Hm? [He idly rubs at his chin, at that so-called sandpaper. He raises a brow down at Bigby while he does it.] Maybe you're right.

[A concession? Maybe he'll actually help? What inanity is this.

Of course it's not so easy.]

Meet me halfway. In your desperation, it shouldn't be too difficult to at least fake a smile, and a "please, if you'll help dig me out of the sand, I'd be most appreciative."

[ there's so many problems with that comparison that we aren't even going to attempt to try. ]

You're really milking this shit for all it's worth, aren't you.

[ this is a great first impression for the both of them, he must imagine. Ardyn gets to face Bigby at his (almost) grumpiest, and Bigby gets to see how swell of a guy Ardyn just so happens to be. there's a few more wiggles from him as he attempts to break out on his own, far too stubborn to even accept the negotiation.

when that fails, he sighs as he looks down towards the sand. when he tilts his chin back up towards the other man, there is the fakest, most insincere of smiles. ]

Please. Would you please help dig me out of this goddamn sand. I would be most fucking appreciative. [ and then the grin is dropped immediately. ] There. That tickle your fancy enough? Huh?

[No response to the first comment, other than a languid, lazy shrug of his shoulders. Which honestly is answer enough.

At the rest, however, his smile widens. He looks amused -- pleased even. Yes, he can tell it was the most insincere thing he's heard this century, but the underlying exasperation truly is comedy gold.]

I've heard better.

[But of course Ardyn would refuse to compliment him on it.

Still... today, he's a man of his word. This might be a long process, but he leans forward just enough to scoop up some sand around Bigby's neck.]

But I'll give you credit for trying.

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