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[mrbigandbad]

[afternoon, Siren's Port! Detective Constable Wolf Marrok is here to brighten your day. He grins down at the NV, leaning against his patrol car.]

I've got a gift for everybody. Now, I know it's a little late in coming, but thanks to some help from a special little boy, the city's prison is going to entertain a guest they've been really eager to

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[abrotherlikeyou]

Well, Sam, you never lose your touch, do you?

[mrbigandbad]

You know him?

[abrotherlikeyou]

We're like this [his fingers held up, index and middle crossed]

You could say I know him better than he knows himself.

[mrbigandbad]

So you won't mind coming down to give him a ride? I'm sure he's got his own license, but for some reason people frown on letting kids behind the wheel.

[abrotherlikeyou]

I'll be right there. [Oh he means that. Angel vanish, go; and then he'll appear just beside Bigby.]

[mrbigandbad]

[which makes, in an instant, for a very on-edge wolf. Bigby tenses, every hair on him raising in affront at Lucifer's appearance. Even through his cigarette he can smell him - potent and burning and just this side of too much.

But he's had five hundred years of practice, and the only outward sign of this instinctual, visceral reaction to the wrongness of Lucifer and his sudden appearance is a sharper smile and tight skin around his eyes.]

Could've given a guy some warning.

[abrotherlikeyou]

I did. [What, a split second wasn't enough? Lucifer gives him a conspiratorial smile.]

How did you fall in with poor Sam?

[mrbigandbad]

[his own fades.]

I didn't. I was in an area where he was bounty hunting and I stepped in when things took a turn against him. [When Ripley de-aged him, rather.]

But I'm sure he'll tell you all about that. [there's a growl in his throat fighting to get out; he swallows it down again. What the hell are you.]

[abrotherlikeyou]

Riiight, right, [nodding, looking over his shoulder at Sam and giving the hunter a wink]

Actually, I'm going to send the little sprite home, and you and I can have a real chat.

[Due to his promise to Castiel, he isn't going to risk actually speaking to Sam. Instead, he presses his palms together in a mock-prayer pose. He can reach Castiel through angel radio, sure, but why do that when he can either lay an elaborate trap or pretend to pray?]

Oh, Castiel, my poor misguided brother, we need you to stop eyeballing Dean Winchester and come babysit. Now.

[mrbigandbad]

I have work to finish. [bristle bristle.

....and just going to stare at the mock-prayer okay.]

[wingsandwill]

[Castiel is, thankfully and coincidentally, not that far away from where this is all going down. The prayer takes him by surprise, as though he's gotten used to hearing them again in the past week and a half he had yet to hear one directed toward him. Let alone one directed toward him from Lucifer.

...What is he even talking about? Castiel has no idea. But he can't fly, and though he feels a vague tugging in what he knows must be the correct direction to go, he's not going to get there quickly enough to just not respond. So, against everything he thought he'd ever do, he prays to Lucifer.]

Lucifer, I will be there shortly.

[And then he's on his way, wondering what he's walking into. Thankfully it takes only about three minutes to arrive from the few blocks away he'd been, and here everyone, have a somewhat disheveled and more than slightly nervous Castiel.]

[abrotherlikeyou]

[Lucifer holds up a finger to shush Bigby, and waits...and waits....

And still no Castiel. Weird. How long does it take to step into the ethereal plane and come out the other side in this exact room, really?

But he has Bigby here, so he sets aside that issue with a shrug.]

Must be stuck in traffic. Now, back to you. I owe you for saving little Sam over there.

[mrbigandbad]

[oh fuck you and your little shushing gestures. Bigby's voice loses its veneer of mirth and normalcy, gone low and hard.]

I don't want anything you have to offer. Who are you?

bwah sorry I keep hitting the wrong tag

[abrotherlikeyou]

It's a good thing I wasn't offering carte blanche, then. [He advances on Bigby, his gaze never wavering for an instant]

Let's say I want to hire you, at some point.

np~

[mrbigandbad]

[he may as well not have a cigarette at all; Lucifer's scent is stronger than the cloud of ash, stronger than the million clashing smells he uses the smoke to filter out.

It's funny - all this time in Siren's Port, and this is the first he's ever truly felt threatened.

But he knows this dominance game. Bigby counters Lucifer's advance with a subtle, circling motion, refusing to be the first to break their stare-down. (But wishing he had the confidence of his true form. He misses the armor of fur and fang.)] You'll be disappointed. Find a mercenary; I'm not for sale.

[youllsayit]

I thought you might say that. You monsters are more complex than demons; it's so easy to forget that.

If you aren't a mercenary here, where your talents could finally be of real use, then what are you?