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IC - INBOX/VOICEMAIL/TEXT/THREATENING LETTER
Please leave all IC correspondence for Dr Hannibal Lecter here.
I have been told I take after my grandmother as well. I have never been sure if that was a compliment or an insult...
[The smirk remains, as he puts aside the cake to drink another sip of tea, and draw his present closer to him.]
[The smirk remains, as he puts aside the cake to drink another sip of tea, and draw his present closer to him.]
Neither was I. According to what I've been told, grandmother was...wild. She married and had a daughter like she was supposed to, but after that she abandoned all of her traditional responsibilities, devoted herself to the arts, and took lovers right and left. [a pause] Her husband was the jealous type. Jealous and prideful. So he killed her. I was five when it happened.
But--sorry for getting so dark. You should open your present.
But--sorry for getting so dark. You should open your present.
I'm the one who should be thanking you. I appreciate you taking the time.
[Agnes gives a cursory glance around, but doesn't seem particularly interested in taking in whatever Hannibal's sense of decoration may be. She sits as soon as it seems appropriate.]
This isn't something I have ever done before, so I apologize if I say anything strange.
[Naturally, she's already said several strange things.]
[Agnes gives a cursory glance around, but doesn't seem particularly interested in taking in whatever Hannibal's sense of decoration may be. She sits as soon as it seems appropriate.]
This isn't something I have ever done before, so I apologize if I say anything strange.
[Naturally, she's already said several strange things.]
Nothing is strange inside this office, Agnes. It is only truth, or perception of the truth as you see it. [Hannibal sat after she did, folding his hands in his lap as he looked at her calmly.]
So. Over text you were explaining to me that you set a building on fire, because you were ... trying to set yourself ablaze? I apologize if I am misunderstanding. I am trying to get a better grasp of the situation.
So. Over text you were explaining to me that you set a building on fire, because you were ... trying to set yourself ablaze? I apologize if I am misunderstanding. I am trying to get a better grasp of the situation.
Thank you for saying so. Mother was always after me about them.
[she smiles at his reaction] I found them at a menswear store in the Up. They gave me a little bit of trouble about shopping there, but I carry my paperwork from my dominant with me always, so they didn't have a choice but to let me shop.
[she smiles at his reaction] I found them at a menswear store in the Up. They gave me a little bit of trouble about shopping there, but I carry my paperwork from my dominant with me always, so they didn't have a choice but to let me shop.
Your mother truly has no room to stand upon for judgement.
[Is Hannibal's serene reply, as he smooths his fingers over the red sweater. Cashmere, extremely nice.] Honestly, why they need to insist on this ridiculous 'only Dominants may buy items' ... it is a terrible business plan.
[He nudged the gift to her with a smile of his own.]
[Is Hannibal's serene reply, as he smooths his fingers over the red sweater. Cashmere, extremely nice.] Honestly, why they need to insist on this ridiculous 'only Dominants may buy items' ... it is a terrible business plan.
[He nudged the gift to her with a smile of his own.]
Thank you for saying so.
[she's pleased to see him appreciate her gift. she was worried that she wouldn't pick the right size or that he wouldn't like the color] I know. It's--what's that old Terran saying--cutting off one's nose to spite their face.
[and she takes the gift, carefully removing the wrapping paper so that she can see what's beneath it]
[she's pleased to see him appreciate her gift. she was worried that she wouldn't pick the right size or that he wouldn't like the color] I know. It's--what's that old Terran saying--cutting off one's nose to spite their face.
[and she takes the gift, carefully removing the wrapping paper so that she can see what's beneath it]
It's alright. What I am can be difficult to understand. Allow me to clarify.
[Though, if she's being honest, this is a situation that she's not altogether sure she understands, herself. She's never been so upset before.]
I reached a level of distress that caused me to spontaneously burst into flame.
[Though, if she's being honest, this is a situation that she's not altogether sure she understands, herself. She's never been so upset before.]
I reached a level of distress that caused me to spontaneously burst into flame.
Well, I suppose it depends on your definition of human. Am I made of the same flesh, the same blood? Yes. However I am the owner of a sharper mind, and my body is more highly developed than most. I also have a sense of smell that borders, apparently, on legendary.
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