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Jack Oat (masterofnone) wrote in lost_world,
@ 2013-10-09 23:06:00

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hannibal lecter, jack oat

The Art of a Good Cut (Hannibal)
Jack had moved much of her stuff to Kai's room; the Hunter insisted, and the hunter didn't mind. Their sleeping schedules weren't set by the sun or moon anymore, so they slept when they were tired, usually curled up with each other in Kai's bed. On rare occasions, they'd find themselves awake when the other slept, like most...couples, if they could be called that.

Both women had learned their blades were of little use, as they couldn't pull the weapons from their sheaths. It was damn interesting and damn frustrating. Yet, Jack still strapped a few on; they were part of her usual gear. She was felt comfortable with a weapon or three on her persons, and she wasn't going to give them up even if they were pointless bits of metal.

The hunter needed a snack, and since Kai was sleeping, Jack decided to leave the Hunter that way. Jack headed to the food area on the social deck. She 'ordered' two apples and a paring knife; her smile was bright at seeing the blade with the red and green fruit.

She settled down at a table, set the apples in front of her, and picked up the knife. She could have used one of her own perhaps, but she knew exactly where those blades had been. Jack scooped one of the apples and started to peel. She had a goal - one long continuous peel. She knew it could bed done, and she was going to do it.

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eatspeople
2013-10-10 04:13 pm UTC (link)

Seeing that the upper floor was entirely composed of doors that were identical to the one that led into his designated room, barring the elevator door which was structurally different, Hannibal did not waste time exploring the space where he left Will Graham, but went directly to the space he hadn't wanted Will to see.

He spent some time standing and watching, doing nothing more than that at all. There were plenty of things to gaze upon, the most interesting of which were the creatures that were obviously not humans. He was reluctant to call them aliens, as given the atmosphere, he and the others like him were clearly the alien beings in the situation.

There were a few faces that were at least outwardly human, and he watched them just as carefully. They were the ones that he and Will would most likely be dealing with the most, though they were not the ones who were in control. He doubted that anyone outside of their captors had any amount of decisionary power ultimately.

It was a woman sitting with apples that finally drew his attention away from the forest and had Hannibal looking toward the trees. He moved carefully in her direction, deciding that getting himself stabbed with a paring knife at this juncture would not be helpful in the least.

He stood beside the table, a comfortable distance from her chair, not wanting to spook her or give her any reason not to trust him.

"May I join you?"

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masterofnone
2013-10-10 10:17 pm UTC (link)

Jack wasn't the stab right away type. Not exactly. She looked up from her peel; she was still working on the first apple, and looked to have made a decent length of peel. Unfortunately, she hadn't made it all the way down the apple. She'd had to start all over.

The way she held the knife probably suggested she knew what she could do with it. Possibly. She gave him the once over then smiled slightly; he wasn't bad looking, and he seemed different enough.

"Sure. Go head. Want some apple?" She nudged the plate over where the peeled apple would go. "It won't be too brown by the time I'm done." It seemed like she knew what might be an issue. Save for her possibly unwashed hands. Though why would she touch an apple she planned to eat if she didn't have clean hands.

"How are you liking your stay in our little galaxy getaway?" She had noticed the view of the stars, and even motioned briefly with apple, knife, and peel.

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eatspeople
2013-10-11 04:06 pm UTC (link)

Hannibal eyed the fruit sitting on the plate, and then the knife that she was using to peel it. He shook his head gently.

"No, but thank you for the offer." It was polite of her to do so, though he didn't imagine that he would ever accept such a thing. Especially not when it seemed that he could retrieve his own food just as easily.

He turned his head to look upon the vista that the window presented to him, and every other being that was able to see. It was a wonder, that was for sure. A sight that he had never imagined that he would see. Not without the aide of a telescope. There was not one point in his life that he had been given to wonder about what was in the stars. Yes, they were interesting, yes they provided knowledge and he enjoyed looking at them, but he had never wanted to be in them, soaring about like an astronaut. Of course, now that he was here, he had no complaints. He thought that Will, if he could get Will to the point of acceptance, would also enjoy the view. Vastness. Not-so-empty space.

"I'm admittedly a little bit lost." Hannibal said gently. "Not in the immediate sense of body, though clearly that as well. I've no idea how I got here, why it's happened, or where I am other than clearly aboard a ship of some kind. I arrived only recently with a companion. I finally convinced him to remain on the upper level. The sight of all of this would not be good for his state of mind."

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masterofnone
2013-10-13 01:35 am UTC (link)

Jack nodded and went back to peeling. Her attention seemed focused heavily on that, but she'd learned long ago to split her focus. The man was different; she couldn't place his accent, not yet. He was well-mannered, and she hoped he wasn't the kind that expected her to act like a lady. She could, but she might feel the need to act otherwise to get him a little riled. Her lips took an impish curve at the thought of being mischevious. Instead, she cut a little too deeply, upsetting the flow of the peel.

"Well, fuck. Got further this time than last." She set the knife down, and did so in a way that wasn't too obvious that she had put it down as far away from him as politely possible. Her fingers were rather dexterous, and she quickly had the peels turned and curved into nice little rosettes.

"I can do that - eat your heart out, Ina." She laughed softly, shaking her head. The hunter turned her attention back to him, or more made it obvious he had more of her attention.

"You're a newbie? Just hopped on the train, and have no idea how or why, or even where? Damn crazy ride this one." Jack took the time to wave at one of the aliens, whether he/she/it had intentions of waving back didn't matter.

"We're their guinea pigs. It's a real blast. They whisk us planet to planet to planet..." Here Jack paused as if she were counting. "To planet to ship. It's probably not a cycle, pattern, but that's how it's gone so far. You just got in on the ship level. Congrats!"

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eatspeople
2013-10-27 04:56 am UTC (link)

"Congratulations." He offered, unsure as to why apple peeling would take up so much importance to the woman. But she seemed determined, and Hannibal liked that in people generally. Even if the task was small, seemingly insignificant, one should always take pride in what they were doing. And there was a bit of a smile at her apple rosette. That did take a good bit of skill, and while he didn't believe the woman was a gourmet, he was glad to see that she wasn't entirely incapable when it came to food.

Food was such an important thing in life.

"I am." He nodded. Hannibal looked over her shoulder at the figures that moved about on the periphery. She didn't seem to be very bothered by them. Which meant she'd either been a part of this for quite some time, or she was an incredibly accepting soul. He wondered which. "I would greatly appreciate any deeper knowledge you'd care to share with me. I have to find a way to break this to my companion, and the more information I collect, the easier that will be."

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masterofnone
2013-10-27 10:24 pm UTC (link)

Jack had a few reason to want the ability to peel an apple with agility. She was no torturer, but there were certain things a flayed skin might provide. Understanding technique could lead to more knowledge about...well, just how fucking sick the bastard/demon/whatever was, also how experienced.

"Sorry, small accomplishments are a savior at times." She picked up the rose peel and popped it in her mouth to chew. She didn't talk with her mouth full. She chewed thoughtfully as she watched him and considered his request.

"Mm. So, why would your friend, companion, have a problem with the current situation? Or is that one of those things some don't ask in polite company? Sadly, if your companion isn't capable of making the shift from one environment to another, you might be in for a very long ride. As I said, we've gone multiple planets. Each one was different." She gave the man a slight smile before she started working on the unpeeled apple, carefully cutting it in a such a way that would mean minimal touching. She was good with a knife. Not surgeon good, but hunter/killer good perhaps. Quite possibly carving good.

"You sure you don't want any?"

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eatspeople
2013-10-28 04:53 pm UTC (link)

"I agree." Hannibal nodded. "We must delight in the little things as much as possible, they can be the saving point of an otherwise dismal day."

He held up his hand in response to her question of wanting more. A friendly no thank you. He did hope, however, that she would not continue to ask. It would become tedious, and he felt that this one might be of some use to him. He would have hated to dislike her in any small way so quickly.

"Will is," Hannibal paused, coming up with the best way to explain. "Will has recently had some issues in regards to the line between dream and reality. His condition had become extreme and it was eventually discovered that he had Encephalitis. He is now properly medicated and on the road to recovery. But as you can imagine, so much time spent with hallucinations and internal turmoil has left him a little unsure of things. I convinced him to remain upstairs for now, so that I could explore and find explanations that would satisfy him and not send him spiraling. It isn't going to be an easy task to convince him that we are well within the realm of reality when there are creatures such as these roaming about."

But he knew that he wouldn't be able to confine Will forever.

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masterofnone
2013-10-29 07:20 pm UTC (link)

Jack gave a slight shrug at the refusal; she had to make sure. Instead of offering again, she popped a slice in her mouth and chewed thoughtfully, trying not to be too loud. The apple was just the right blend of crisp and pop; she'd had all sorts of foods while traveling the US, and apples were something of a commonality, whether grown locally or not. She could usually find an apple cheap.

"Properly medicated? Doctor?" She used the knife to point at him, a sliver of apple waited on the flat of the blade. She wasn't offering it, so much as letting the knife be an extension of herself. She quickly popped the sliver of apple in her mouth and chewed again.

"Brain, right? Makes it mush or some such?" She'd swallowed before speaking, not one to speak with a mouthful after all. "That's got to be a real bitch. Well, hate to tell you if he's not finding his way to sanity soon, he won't find it when they start popping us in and out of realities. It could be tough on the staunchest sorts."

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eatspeople
2013-10-30 05:38 pm UTC (link)

"Yes." He gave a brief nod, a single movement. "I am a psychiatrist with a background in surgical medicine."

It was, of course, more complicated than that, but it got his point across. He knew what he was talking about. That's all she really needed to know at this moment. He was attempting to help his friend, and he knew how best to do it.

"It isn't impossible for Will to grasp the reality of our current situation, but I need to find the best say to ease him into it. I prevented him from seeing the - aliens for now, but I know that it would be difficult at best to continue to do so. I feel that if I can answer whatever questions he might come up with as well as you and anybody else, it would lead us onto the correct path. Being carried around and deposited on other worlds is going to take a toll. I'm sure that it takes a toll on everybody involved. But I will be there for his support."

Hannibal considered a moment a few questions that he had. "How many of you - us - are there? Are there any dangerous individuals that I need to be aware of? Anybody who might try to harm myself or Will?"

Then he thought of something else. "I must apologize. Here I am grilling you for answers and I have not yet introduced myself. I am Doctor Hannibal Lecter."

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masterofnone
2013-10-30 10:07 pm UTC (link)

Jack listened as she happily munched her apple, the second one waiting off to the side. Slice, munch, slice, munch. She took it slowly for the most part, her attention focused on the man at her table.

She was just about to answer the questions when he introduced himself. Being in tricky situations, the hunter had learned to think quickly, to hide her reactions. She paused a moment, just a brief moment.

"Interesting name. I'd offer you my hand, but apple." She held up what was quickly becoming nothing more than a carefully carved out core and a paring knife. She hadn't gotten too much on her hands, but still.

"Parents liked history?" There was no way he was that guy. No way. He didn't even sound or look like a particularly nifty English guy. But, then there was that other one. She didn't remember the exacts from it all, yet she remembered watching David Hasselhoff as Nick Fury - that'd been a real kick in the pants. Late night dead tired punchy kick in the pants.

"Hannibal - it's not a common name. Hannibal of Carthage, right?" Jack had yet to give her own name; it was a habit, even if it wasn't exactly her name. Not as most people received their names. "As far as how many? Haven't gotten a clear head count, and I can't say who is or isn't dangerous to you. Can't even say who'll harm you or your Will. It all depends, I guess."

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eatspeople
2013-11-02 12:48 am UTC (link)

Hannibal didn't mind not shaking hands with the woman. It wasn't that he was above such things or thought she was particularly dirty, but she was busy and he understood that. It was more of a chore to put down the things that she had going on for something as simple as a handshake. Especially considering they were already sharing a table. They'd progressed handshakes and introductory pleasantries.

"It's a family name, actually." Hannibal's namesake had been a relative, not the conqueror who had come later. "I am the eighth to bear the name."

His Will. Yes, Hannibal supposed, that was correct, at least here. Will was his. Will had no other guiding force, nobody else around to keep him sane. He had one man only who knew what was going on and the things that he'd been through. Like it or not, Will Graham had to rely on Hannibal Lecter to stabilize him.

"Depends on what? I'm speaking mostly of physical harm. There are none that will attack without provocation? None who wish to destroy the others in this group? Are you all working together as a cohesive unit to counteract the situations you are placed in? As to the situations themselves, do you recall being placed? How does it work?"

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masterofnone
2013-11-03 08:48 pm UTC (link)

"All Hannibal Lecters?" No. This was not that one. Not even with the information he'd given. Jack refused to believe that the man sitting across from her was a complete work of fiction.

"Or just eighth Hannibal in your family line? Depending on how far you can trace back, you might not have a last name, not as we use them now anyway." Jack was admittedly no scholar, but she knew a thing or two - had to.

"I don't know. Whether someone will attack you with or without provocation. I can say that most of the people I've met seem more willing to wait to see if you're a bad guy before shooting, stabbing, acting in general, but that doesn't mean that's always the case. We aren't exactly trying to get free, but then I'm sort of curious to see where things are going. I'm probably not the only one." She shrugged cutting one last piece off the core before setting it down.

"How it works is a bit of a mystery. From my experience, it does seem like I'm knocked out and wake up somewhere new. Sometimes redressed - often times redressed." Her brows furrowed; did the aliens have some weird doll fetish? She laughed at the thought. "Makes me think of that movie - Dark City - the weird guys knock people out, give them new personalities and memories, new environments of sorts. Al just to find out what the people will do. To get to the essence of human I guess."

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