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Rabi Baird, the False Wolf Who are you? Rabi Baird. Scottish. Indian. Bouncer. Werewolf. A' that. How long have you been in the city? A few years. I was a bouncer in Glasgow for a while, then a monster in a cage for a wee bit, and now a lapdog for a mage, watchin' her back green like I'm a fuckin' security guard. I try not to be too bitter as it's technically a mutually beneficial relationship, but as I've already made abundantly clear, if she calls me her guard dog one more time I'll burn her fancy house down. What is the best part of the change? The change hurts. A lot. I don't know if it does for real werewolves, or just me. It doesn't matter. The change - I didn't learn to like the pain exactly, but I did learn to appreciate it as an affirmation. Like going home. Like decorating the exterior match the insides. I can't pretend to be Jekyll and Hyde, because I'm honestly no more violent and aggressive as a giant wolf than I am as a man. Which is very. Who is the most important person in your territory? I am, if you ask me. I probably still am if you ask a bystander. But if you ask a mage, its my prick 'associate'. She lives in a little house up a hill, away from the 'civilians', atop a criss-crossing of some fuckin'.. leylines? She says its magically important. I say its spooky as gently caress. Haunted house. Christ help her though, she does seems to thrive in it. She's technically the one that keeps me hidden. In exchange I keep the scum out. Lowest crime rate in the city, except for the people who I sometimes make go missing. What do you desperately need? Literally, or philosophically? Philosophically I need an understanding of why bad things happen, and the sense of drive and purpose that keeps everyone else on their feet. Literally though, I'd gladly settle for the chance to rip the head off the person who made me. Then I can find something else to focus the brunt of my attention on. Or maybe just die in peace. quote:Name: Rabi Baird Not Operator fucked around with this message at 01:01 on Mar 7, 2019 |
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Apocron posted:How much do you know about your master? Why did she choose you and why was she doing this experiment? Firstly, pal, that's two different people. Secondly, she's not a master. Not of me, not of magic. Her name is Joanna Wessex-Smith*. Yes that is three names, and yes she will correct you if you skip one. Her family is a very big deal at the 'Clocktower', she insists. Our deal is she keeps me hidden, while I keep her safe. As for what else I know about her.. Bratty. Annoying. Smart-arse. Smug. Does magical projects that I can't even pretend to care about. As for the experiment, that was done by a Dead Apostle with an Egyptian name. A real problem solver who had a solution for the endangered werewolves, dying out for a lack of alphas - make a new one. She took me because I was nobody to no-one. My family were all dead and I was too belligerent to keep friends. She plucked me right out of work and I'm willing to bet even they didn't remember me by the next night. I don't know if she thought she was doing the wolves a service or if she was expecting something in return, but I don't think they're happy about me. They certainly didn't exactly invite me to their lovely little village. * Not Operator fucked around with this message at 01:12 on Mar 7, 2019 |
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