024 - Himalayan Blackberry
Nov. 1st, 2013 09:04 amI didn't make it home in time for Halloween. A...twenty-year-old tradition. Broken just like that.
I don't know if that's a sign to move on or a sign I've been here too long or not a sign at all, just an odd and unfortunate coincidence.
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Checking in.
[Private to Dean]
I'm going to go...pick up Digby and then. Come to your room.
I'm death-tolling. For the first time. I'm death-tolling.
[Spam to Hannibal]
[Though lethargic and in a significant amount of pain, the Piemaker still struggles to Hannibal Lecter's door with alarming resolve, intent on reclaiming his dog. He holds the doorframe with one hand, pale and panting, before giving a quiet knock on the door]
I don't know if that's a sign to move on or a sign I've been here too long or not a sign at all, just an odd and unfortunate coincidence.
[Private to Alpha]
Checking in.
[Private to Dean]
I'm going to go...pick up Digby and then. Come to your room.
I'm death-tolling. For the first time. I'm death-tolling.
[Spam to Hannibal]
[Though lethargic and in a significant amount of pain, the Piemaker still struggles to Hannibal Lecter's door with alarming resolve, intent on reclaiming his dog. He holds the doorframe with one hand, pale and panting, before giving a quiet knock on the door]
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Date: 2013-11-01 02:15 pm (UTC)I don't know if you want to think about what happened, or what.
But. [But this is as close as she can get to saying "we went through the same thing, so if you need to talk about it..."]
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Date: 2013-11-01 02:20 pm (UTC)Not unless you think so.
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Date: 2013-11-01 02:17 pm (UTC)Also, just helpfully reminding you that I have no filters so you may want to have any important conversation in person. As you are tolling and I'm merely recovering from having my tongue split down the middle and my mind psychically violated -- whee, karma! -- I can totally come to you, because I saw you were undead and your brain hijacked by Arthas, who totally gave ME a lecture on the subject!
It was a very exciting weak for you, I know. Where are you, handler?
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Date: 2013-11-01 02:20 pm (UTC)On my way to see Dr. Lecter to reclaim Digby. And then..Dean's room. Probably.
I'm sorry about your tongue and your mind.
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Date: 2013-11-01 07:15 pm (UTC)I'll go further: I've seen hell. I know where we're both going.
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Date: 2013-11-01 02:36 pm (UTC)C'mon. You seen the Marquis?
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Date: 2013-11-01 02:37 pm (UTC)How is he?
Where is he?
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Date: 2013-11-01 02:56 pm (UTC)[Ned's not. Dean's not.]
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Date: 2013-11-01 02:58 pm (UTC)[Neither is he. But he'll keep it together and repress it down; this is how the Piemaker deals with his problems]
Thank you for saving Digby.
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Date: 2013-11-01 03:32 pm (UTC)[Silence, for a minute. Then:]
Is . . . your dog safe.
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Date: 2013-11-01 03:34 pm (UTC)He should be unharmed. Yes. I'm going to pick him up now.
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Date: 2013-11-01 03:43 pm (UTC)It was me who hurt Alpha. I think you know that. But if you need to know . . . anything about what I did to his emotions. How long it might last. I'll tell you what you need to know.
[Another pause, and then, bluntly:] I can't fix his physical injuries, but I can stay away from him, and I can keep Stark away from both of you. [Probably.]
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Date: 2013-11-01 03:45 pm (UTC)[Wait. What. This is not a possibility the Piemaker had been entertaining in his mind]
He's not going to stay away from us? On his own?
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Date: 2013-11-01 06:43 pm (UTC)He's taken good care of Digby.
If anything, Hannibal is not common. At the knock, Hannibal looks up from where he was sitting at his desk, idly scratching behind Digby's ears.
He rises, tells the dog to stay, and goes to answer the door. He still wears his mask - pleasant, even kind after the flood.]
Ned. Would you like to come in?
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Date: 2013-11-01 06:49 pm (UTC)He stays precisely where he is, looking past Hannibal's leg at the Piemaker.
The Piemaker in turn looks near to fainting from the effort it took to even walk down the hall, grasping the wall for support. He stares back at the man - the psychopath - who not too long ago ruined a very important part of him. Even now, emotional vestiges of a not-true past clamor to accept Hannibal as a friend.
But he knows better, and doesn't attempt to push past him. That would be rude.]
No. I'm. Looking for Digby. Is he here?
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Date: 2013-11-01 07:07 pm (UTC)He doesn't demur, or apologize. Doesn't try to act like that other Dr. Lecter. He lived a dull life that Hannibal has no honest respect for. Instead, he turns, patting the side of his leg and calling to the dog.]
He is indeed. Digby, come. [When he does - he is such a good dog - Hannibal gives him a quick pat and scratch. Cruelty to animals would be terribly predictable.]
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Date: 2013-11-02 03:23 am (UTC)private
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Date: 2013-11-02 03:25 am (UTC)but no atmosphere
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