Will Graham (killingthoughts) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2021-05-26 19:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread, baron zemo, will graham |
WHO: Baron Zemo and Will Graham
WHEN: Evening
WHERE: Billiards Room
STATUS: In Progress
WARNINGS: TBD
There ws comfort in the collected persona Zemo gave off. Will understood what it was. He might have been blinded by Hannibal initially but he had moved far past that over the last year and a half. No longer would he make judgements against the killers he saw, the ones he entered into their mental space, how could he? The appearance of one of his strays had been a comfort of home he had not realized he was missing. It brought out the last remaining beating part of his scarred heart; humanity that he wasn’t sure was all that human anymore. Was he all that human anymore? Having spoken to Zemo earlier, Will waited in the Billiards room. They need not worry about drinks as Will noted the minibar beyond the billiard table when he first entered the space. The signs of guest activity had not been completely wiped by the invisible staff, little things out of place, a kind of laughter that filled spaces often used for games. Will sat on one of the leather couches, arms folded on his lap as his eyes closed. There were no murders to investigate, all those said to have died were back. But he moved through the space as the unseen attendants, trying to find where they hid and understand their purpose. |