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Tweak says, "But I'm Le tired!"

Hannibal (i_consume) wrote in we_coexist,
@ 2012-03-02 12:58:00

Entry tags:

hannibal lecter, henry mccoy, stand still

Busy and in confusion (Hank)
Backdated: Happens right after this

They'd called him down into the clinic today because the hospital was being overrun. People were coming in with all kinds of complaints and much panic. All of the staff was present unless they had a very pressing matter to attend to, and even then they were told to return as soon as they got finished.

Hannibal was currently standing in front of a woman, the bridge of his nose pinched in his fingers, eyes closed. Trying to not get angry.

"No, I assure you. You are not dying." He said. It sounded like it might have been easily the fiftieth time he'd said it. "The streets not moving has nothing to do with the numbness in your arm. Which has nothing to do with a heart attack. You've told me yourself you spent a good deal of time today watching the news for any updates. You told me that you were using your arm as a pillow. Now what that does is cut off circulation... no, the news does not do it, the weight of your head does it. Since you did not rise at the first sign of numbness, this matter has had a while to form. The feeling will return to your arm shortly, and it isn't going to feel very good. But that will end soon as well, and then everything will be back to normal. Until then, if you like, you may sit in the waiting room. We have no place for you to sit in an exam room. No. If you don't wish for me to kick you out of the hospital entirely, you will wait where I tell you. Thank you."

Hannibal turned away from the woman, shaking his head. He'd known that the people born of this place weren't exactly the smartest creatures ever, but this was a new low. Stubbed toes and lightly bumped heads, and all of them nutjobs.

He could only be thankful that the people the City had brought in were not this dense.

He stepped into a supply closet to get a moment of peace.

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	i_thebeast 2012-03-15 10:13 am UTC (link)
	"If you're asking me to comment on your brown hair or fine jawline, I'm not in the mood. I'd rather you get to your point," Hank almost complained. Almost. His next phrase did catch Hank's attention, though. He sobered slightly. "Similarities such as?" he asked, genuinely interested. Or at least, as interested as he could be given the circumstances. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

i_consume
2012-03-15 10:23 am UTC (link)

"I'm flattered, but that's not quite what I'm referring to."

Hannibal pointed to his maroon eyes with his right hand, and then held up his left. The sixth digit flexed easily with the others. Things that were very obvious, much like Hank's feet had been.

He let this sink in and moved on to his second point.

"Excluding intellect, for obvious reasons, I share traits with you that you have never known, because I have not told you. But, given your reactions to other things, I feel it safe to divulge." There was a glint in his eye as he looked at his friend now. "I cannot compare to your current senses, I don't think, but as you stood before me originally, with only your large feet to distinguish your differences, mine were far more advanced than yours. You could smell the changes in my body when I saw you. I did much the same to you when we met. I can hear the rise in your pulse with your increasing anger with me, and catch off of you the scent of your frustration.

"I will also concede that I couldn't match your strength now or before, but I have also been unnaturally more physically capable than my peers. Able to outmatch them with ease. My speed is not yours, and not particularly significant, but with my intellect, my wit, my memory, and other factors, I can best a man with more skill and twice my size. That was before any martial training."

His face serious now. "Am I human?"

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i_thebeast
2012-03-15 10:38 am UTC (link)

Hank looked at the eyes, not having noticed the unusual color before. Then again, he hadn't really spent a lot of time staring into the older man's eyes, either.

The sixth finger was something he needed reminding of, and the list of traits was very surprising.

"Based on your physical features, I would have said yes," he said slowly. "But as for the rest... I would need to check your genetic structure."

He straightened slightly. "I'm not sure why you hadn't told me about those abilities before now." He couldn't help but be a little bit put off. It was incredibly lonely being the only mutant in existence, or at least, the only one you knew about. Having somebody else around who knew what it was like to be able to do things normal humans couldn't... that would have been nice. Really nice.

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