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 Posted: Thu Apr 13, 2006 7:52 pm
Well alright then, just teaching those cubs of yours a few tricks in shapechanging. I'll be sure to pass the message to your father Bigby, good hunting and all.
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Posted: Thu Apr 13, 2006 7:52 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 13, 2006 7:54 pm
Ms Emma Frost Not that it's any of your business dear, but I was handling some personal encounters. I'm sure you're aware of the recent events that decimated my kind - not that you'd care I'm sure. I spent a good portion of the morning at the mansion, working with my girls, the Cuckoos, and Jay Gunthrie. *She wrinkles her brow* Satisfied? *lights another cigarette, blows more smoke as he talks* I would be, except that these people who can corroborate your so-called alibi are well known as your lackeys. I'll have my words with them when I stop by the mansion to talk to your charming boyfriend. If he's going to blow s**t up, it may as well be his own home. I hear the bar owner here is tired of his place being busted up.
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Posted: Thu Apr 13, 2006 7:55 pm
Bigby Wolf Funny thing about "The Crime." I have reason to believe that the money was stolen long before West was attacked. And even better reason to believe that the money's been funneling out of the guild by way of the marketplace for weeks. Let me paint a little scenario for you, Ms. Kyle. Kapow's number one Cat Burglar stumbles onto the guild vault, and can't resist. Moving that much pure gold isn't so easy without attracting attention, so she finds a way to slowly trickle it out into the marketplace where she can profit on the commerce. Sound viable? Viable? Of course. Anything is viable if you get the right set of circumstances. And anyone who's afraid of getting caught can certainly plan out a long, drawn out theft, and then sit on their hands every day biting their teeth because this might be the day that they get caught. One day at a time, a little bit of money, because they're too terrified to pull off a big heist. Too afraid. Or just plain not good enough. Accountants smuggle money out that way Sir Wolf. And I have been many things, but never an accountant.
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Posted: Thu Apr 13, 2006 7:56 pm
*Nods grimly at Selina*
I think I'm done with you two.
Ladies.
*pulls out journal and starts to write as he leaves*
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Posted: Thu Apr 13, 2006 7:56 pm
Bigby Wolf *lights another cigarette, blows more smoke as he talks* I would be, except that these people who can corroborate your so-called alibi are well known as your lackeys. I'll have my words with them when I stop by the mansion to talk to your charming boyfriend. If he's going to blow s**t up, it may as well be his own home. I hear the bar owner here is tired of his place being busted up. Dear, you must learn to investigate a bit further if you wish to get anywhere with myself. True the Cuckoos and I have a history and I do cherish them, but we have had our past. Jay on the other hand is a student, nothing more. If you want to talk to the girls, you are more than welcome but Jay I am afraid I cannot allow that.
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Posted: Thu Apr 13, 2006 7:58 pm
Bigby Wolf Ms. Selina Kyle Bigby Wolf I should. My father was the North Wind. *blows smoke in her face* No mind games, Frost. Answer the question. WHERE WERE YOU ON SATURDAY? Would you kindly put that thing out? I was willing to tolerate it but now you're just being rude with it. If I put it out I'd have to deal with the smell of French Whore Number 5 from Frost. I'd like to maul the human that invented perfume. It's false advertising. There can't be more than four whores in France, so they can pretend number five smells however they like.
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Posted: Thu Apr 13, 2006 8:03 pm
Dior darling, I wear Dior. Hardly a French whore perfume compared to that catnip that you wear.
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Posted: Thu Apr 13, 2006 8:05 pm
*sniffs her jacket and pulls a catnip toy out of the inner pocket*
Isis. I'm going to have to lock the closet so she'll stop hiding her toys in my clothes.
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Posted: Thu Apr 13, 2006 8:07 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 13, 2006 8:09 pm
*Starts playing Why Can't We Be Friends while going through a photo album of he and Wally.*
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Posted: Thu Apr 13, 2006 8:10 pm
This isn't all that's left is there? I didn't come here to trades inadaquit barbs with you.
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Posted: Thu Apr 13, 2006 8:11 pm
Don't fret dear. Battling you in a war of wits is beneath me. I never fight an unarmed opponent.
*sets a glass of wine in front of d**k*
Depressed?
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Posted: Thu Apr 13, 2006 8:14 pm
War of wits is the only kind of war worth waging. If all you want is to get your hands bloody, well then go ahead. With all that white the cleaning bill must be hell.
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Posted: Thu Apr 13, 2006 8:18 pm
*turns on a new episode of Supernatural on the big screen TV*
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