November Catch-all

[wolfcut]

Who: Bigby, Parvati, Impmon, ???
What: Quest Time
When: Throughout November
Where: The Canopy, the Forest
Warnings: Acrophobia, battling, small gremlins arguing


QUEST RESULTS
DON'T GET SNOWDIN! ... AGAIN!
BAX TO ARCTIBAX

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[ba_boom]

Mnnn.... soon as I figure out which one'a you to thank...

[There seems to be four Morpeko swimming around his vision. Wait, now it's three. Now it's four again. Five, maybe?

He shakes his head and smacks his cheeks before sitting up.]

...Hah! We showed them, huh?

[Oh, who is he kidding, that was a disaster. He rubs at his head and grumbles.]

And thanks for the save, I guess.

[wolfcut]

Uh-huh. You're welcome.

[ His ears twitch, as if trying to adjust the frequency of Impmon's voice now. It's likely forever grating by association, unfortunately. Bigby looks over at the dragons in the snow with a scowl. Incredibly messy, even for him, but against all odds they did what the quest asked of them. He digs through his pockets for a seed, grumbling all the while.

Maybe he should focus on getting them back to town to be healed up, but Bigby is not known for making things better without making them worse first. ]

... Do you really only have two moves to fight with?

[ba_boom]

Ehhhh...

[He scratches his head awkwardly and looks pointedly in the direction the Arctibax fled.]

So... so far, yeah.

[wolfcut]

And you didn't think coming out here might not be such a great idea?

[ Maybe he's laying it on thick. He could afford to be more upset, but it's not like Impmon's denying anything either. ]

Could've gone a lot worse, you know. Maybe next time get some training in first.

[ Hard to tell if he's offering to help with that. They are both Dark-types, after all. ]

[ba_boom]

Hey, I'm so sorry for tryin' ta help!

[Oh, he is clearly taking this very personally. Nerve touched, clearly.]

What am I supposed to do, just sit on my butt bein' useless while people are in trouble? We got 'em, didn't we? Sheesh!

[Aaaaaaand yup. He's folding his arms and sulking like a petulant toddler.

At first. And then, as the indignant anger wears off and the wooziness sets in, he wobbles ominously and almost falls over again.]

[wolfcut]

You're supposed to train. That's what.

[ Bigby's being an asshole, but only from the goodness of his own heart, even if Impmon is rightfully not seeing it that way. He groans, pulling out his Grumpearl to make a distress call. No way Bigby can drag them both back into town alone. ]

Just forget it. There's always next time.

[ba_boom]

How am I supposed to train if I don't come out an' do stuff? This is training!

[That's his logic, and he's sticking to it. Also the ground. He's sticking to the ground, because he's about to topple over again if he doesn't lie down.

And maybe uh... maybe have a little nap, actually. Yeah, that sounds good.]