WHO'S AFRAID?

WHO'S  AFRAID ?

[betterdetective]

you  think  my  job  is  easy ?  you  try  keeping  a  bunch  of  fables  from  killing  each  other.  how  do  you  think  this  all  works ?

                          𝙱𝚈  𝙱𝙴𝙸𝙽𝙶  𝙱𝙸𝙶  𝙰𝙽𝙳  𝙱𝙴𝙸𝙽𝙶  𝙱𝙰𝙳.

[miyku]

Tʜᴇ Wᴏʟғ Aᴍᴏɴɢ Us | ▶

[jackkrauser-archive]

I thought we were all supposed to have a fresh start here. I can’t change the past.

[bigwolfies]

[meganmonroes]

The Big Sleep (1946)

[betterdetective]

starter call  🔫

[betterdetective]

tag dump 1/?

[yuyuuyuyuu-deactivated20230726]

“ur up early” bold of you to assume i’ve slept

[radioactive-synth]

All right, you got me here. Let’s talk.

[wehavekookies]

Hello, look who’s fifty years late to yet another party. 

I’ve played the first episode last night :3 Very good, very good.

[arcusxx]

art by Katariina Salomaa

[wehavekookies]

it was a good game <3

[julianbashir]

beastly thing

[kosmaks]

[betterdetective]

nothingbutmold​.

Something about the almost careless nature of the stranger is disarming to him, a lack of hostility. It makes his own feel wildly misplaced – and with a quick “god damn it”, Ethan relaxes his threat of a pointed gun.

“Sorry. Haven’t exactly had the warmest welcome.” He doesn’t step closer, the thought of cigarette smoke wafting to his nose already has his mouth slanting even further. “I’m Ethan. Guessing you live around here?”

                           No objections to the cigarette so Bigby busies himself with the process of rummaging through his pockets for his carton and lighter as the man  --  Ethan,  he introduces --  finally relaxes.     “ Bigby, ”  he offers out of the corner of his mouth before lighting the tip.  The smoke provides a welcome distraction and gives Bigby a moment to consider his next answer.  He takes time to consider Ethan,  as well.  The smell came in with him but by all appearances he was unassuming;  normal.  Certainly not a villager,  worshipping Mother Miranda and her ‘ Black God. ’

“ Sort of.  Used to,  at least,  but not for a long time now. ”     He shakes his head with an exhale of smoke through his nose.     “ Place looks pretty much the same.  Not that that’s a good thing. ”     The toe of his shoe prods at the lycan at his feet.     “ These are new,  though.  I don’t suppose you have any idea what the hell is going on here? ”

[betterdetective]

you  think  my  job  is  easy ?  you  try  keeping  a  bunch  of  fables  from  killing  each  other.  how  do  you  think  this  all  works ?

                          𝙱𝚈  𝙱𝙴𝙸𝙽𝙶  𝙱𝙸𝙶  𝙰𝙽𝙳  𝙱𝙴𝙸𝙽𝙶  𝙱𝙰𝙳.

[betterdetective]

nothingbutmold​.

“I’m not your pal.” Ethan corrects sternly, the other man’s words not faltering the aim of a gun directed his way. It’s the state of the bloodied lycan that gives him pause, pupils darting to the ground and back up again – noting the act of murder with neither blade nor gun.

“–Did… did you do that?” Briefly, as if it’s not obvious enough already, his weapon gestures towards the handiwork.

                            The man may be on edge but there’s nothing fidgety in the way he carries the gun.  It’s clear he knows how to use it,  try as Bigby might not to give him reason to.  He follows the gesture towards the body.  It’s not his cleanest work.

“ Yeah. ”     Affirmation delivered flatly as his focus returns to the man.  There is a scent pervading the air now,  loam and cloying rot and entirely unpleasant where it mixes with the viscera of the body.     “ Look,  do what you want.  Mind if I smoke while you,  uh  —  process all this? ”