Toad's Place: Rozalin & BoogieRozalin moved off the path to flag down a taxi for the pair of them, which would seem to drive them down to the less than privileged part of town where Mister Toad Lived, which oddly enough was their first stop. Walking into the building Rozalin wasted little time in knocking on the door, and sure enough a none glamoured Toad showed up at the door. "Hello Mister Toad, I have come with the delivery"
"About bloody time! I mean, I am not ungrateful or nothin but it is hard being stuffed in this ol place for so long. Know what I mean? Ah! Boogie, what are you doin ere?" Rozalin walked into Toad's place, and Toad left the door open for Boogie too.
Mickey's Bar
Bigby took little time in making it to Micky's, after all Fabletown was not all that big and taxi's were always running, even at the dead of night. Walking up to the door he pushed it open and tossed his cigarette to the ground, stepping on it a moment later as he took a look around. "Mick! In know you are here. I heard your voice over the phone with Max" Though he could not pick up the words, the little shits accent was a dead give away, as even some of the other Irish fables did not talk the way he did.
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There was a long pause. The regulars turned to look at Bigby with annoyance, or in the case of the Fables, a bit of fear. The bruisers outside Mickey's office were starting to stand, cracking their knuckles and looking ready for anything. They were small-minded and brutal men, only Mundies, but Mickey had given them some magic rings to give them that little extra boost. As a Leprechaun he had some talent with magic, but it wasn't anything close to the witches of the 13th Floor. His Mundy thugs might be stronger and more durable than normal, but they still weren't up there with Fables.
"Boss don't see nobody wit'out an' apointment." The bigger of the two said, his bald scalp shining in the dim light as he glowered at Bigby.
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Bigby sighed, peering down to their hands as he sniffed the air, yeah that was the smell of magic already, well Leprechaun Celtic magic at least, left a faint aroma since it commonly used spice or other scented things. "Well he is going to see me. Now out of my way, and leave. I dont want to have to hurt you guys" He was clearly not threatened by them as he just started to walk to the door to open the thing up, of course this left him wide open.
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The goons stood dumbfounded for a moment, but they quickly regained their composure and started after Bigby. The speaker had pulled a blackjack out from under his shirt, the other reaching for what was obviously a gun stuffed in his pants. Blackjack was growling and brought his weapon around in a wide swing at Bigby's head. It wasn't a particuarly good swing, but he was big enough to do some damage. The other guy, meanwhile, finaly realized that grabbing his gun in the middle of the bar probably wasn't a good idea, and settled for just charing in with a meaty fist flying at the intruder.
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The blackjack came crashing down onto Bigby's head, stunning him for a moment and giving enough time for the other mook to clock him right in the jaw and send Bigby into the near by table. "Ok... I guess we are doing this the hard way" HE said, standing up from the table he gripped with hardly any effect showing from the attack other than him rubbing his head for a moment, and the likely bent in the black jack. By this point the Fables in the bar had the good sense to get the hell out of there. Reaching back Bigby looked to be ready for them to attack, only to throw a full mug of beer at the one that had punched him before before he rushed forwards to jump up and punch the other goon.
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With the bar now empty, the goons figured it was a good time to stop holding back, but it was a bit too late for them. The smaller one was sent to the ground screaming as he was struck in the head, hands clutching at the shards of glass in his bleeding face, the booze seeping into the wounds and burning like hell. Blackjack was sent crashing into a table, which buckled under his weight and not so neatly snapped in half. He was struggling to stand when the voice almost screamed from the office.
"Alroight, t'at's enough! Get in here, Bigby! You two fookin' idiots clean up that goddamn mess!" It was Mickey, and as he opened his office door, in his non-glamored form, he looked as if he was having a conniption fit. He did not like it when people trashed his bar, even if it was just a front. He was jabbing a finger into his office, his specticales threatening to fall off his nose as his left eye twitched a little too much. "Jus' what the fook do you want, boyo?"
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Bigby was just about to make sure the two did niot get up again for a while when the midget finally spoke up and ended the fight, which worked for him. Straightening his tie he started to walk into the office. "You should know better Mick and tell your boys about me... That being said, those little rings of theres are not really all that legal are they? Niot to mention showing yourself none glamoured like that" This was clearly just a small threat, as in 'tell me what I want to know, or you will get pulled in for that' "That being said, have you heard about a girl named Sarah?"
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"There ain't not'in' illegal 'bout makin' magic items, Bigby. Those bitches on the 13th Floor jus' don't like it when folk get magic they didn't get paid fer. An' t'ere ain't a fookin' soul in here t'at don't already know 'bout us, so what's the point of a glamour right now?" The Leprechaun shot back, still scowling and twitching his eye even more. Mickey took a moment to collect himself before he spoke again. He'd been expecting the wolf's questions, just not this soon.
"Sarah, eh? One'a Maxie's girls, I t'ink. Stopped in now an' t'en fer a drink. Shame 'bout her. She gave the best head." That was a lie, he'd never gotten even to 1st base with her, but Bigby didn't know that, and maybe it would ruffle that little turd Saru's feathers.
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"Giving them to mundies is though, be careful where you step little man" Bigby was rather calm at this point, despite the fight that he was in a moment ago, though when you were a fable you healed very fast so he was feeling as right as rain. well that is until the little asshole said one to many things. When he mentioned Sarah like that Biggy walked over and attempted to grab onto the Leprechaun to lift him from the ground.
"Look here you little shit, there is a girl in a coma right now and it may be because of you! So keep your mouth in check before I just throw you down the witching well myself! Now tell me, did she collect anything from here? Or meet anyone? The reason she is in a coma is because of something called Dust" Of course Mickey would know its full name was Fairy Dust
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Oh, this was just fucking great. They'd already found out about Dust in less that three days. The bitch had told them it would take weeks for them to figure out the tie between it and its nasty little side-effect. Mickey did his best to keep calm even as his legs kicked in the air; not an easy task when the Big Bad Wolf was looking pissed as hell in front of you.
"How the fook should I know where the junky bitch got her product? I jus' deal wit' hootch an' glamours now and then." He almost shouted, trying his best to sound indignant. "She only ever stopped here fer a drink oncce're twice. If she was stupid enough t'buy some product from one'a me customers or who the fook ever, t'at ain't me problem!"
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With a growl Bigby would swing tje midget up over his head and onto his desk, he was not in the mood to be dealing with this. "Dont give me that shit Micky! I know full well you are into selling drugs, and something that effects fables would be right up your street. If you tell me now I promise not to toss your ass down the Witching Well, if you tell me who you got it from I promise I wont trash this place while using you as a baseball bat"
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Mickey back to conniption fits again, swearing up a storm in Gaelic, English and some other Fae language that had gone out of use centuries ago. Bigby was serious now. The Leprechaun was snarling and trying to reach his bowler hat to cover up his bleeding head. Fuck it, it wasn't like the bitch could do anything against him for talking.
"Foine, foine, jus' settle the fook down. Got the product a coupla weeks ago from some lil' bitch in a red hood, alright? She didn't give me a name, keep her hood up an' she used a voice-changin' spell. That's all I got fer ya, wolf!" He was doing his damndest to get out of Bigby's hold as he talked.
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Bigby looked a little shocked by this news since as soon as the little guy mentioned a red hood the guy just leg go and looked into his pockets to check on that red peice of clothe... Seemed like he may have been telling the truth, but if it was just some simple deal then why did the girl have a piece of ruined clothing? He had to get back and check on the body, to see if there was any sign or evidence there.
"Well, that wasn't so hard now was it Micky? Thanks for the information, and if you could. Try not to tell anyone you told me? It makes my job a lot easier" With that Bigby had little care about what he had caused, he got the information after all and not to mention a lead. Of course if Micky did not say anything he would leave.
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ckey just glared after Bigby for a few minutes until he was sure the wolf was out of earshot. Oh, there was no way in hell he was going to make that asshole's job easier. He ran back into his office and pulled up the phone. He hit another speeddial and waited for the ringer. The girl needed to hear about this, after all. If he told her right away instead of letting Bigby surprise her, she might not take it out on him too.
"Oi, lass, heads up. The Wolf's snoopin' around. He knows 'bout the product. He'll be lookin' fer you soon."
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Bigby was already heading town the street towards the Woodlands... However, the tip off Mickey gave his supplier was more than enough to seal Bigby's fate, as he wouldnot be returning to the Woodlands that night. A cross bow bolt slammed into his back, causing him to growl one moment but fall asleep the next. "A captured wolf... Makes me think of old times" With that she left with Bigby in a car.
