“Matter of opinion really, Whistler.” Hannibal had to point right back at her. To him he was pretty fucking normal. Everyone else was fucked up in the head. Then again, most people hadn’t been changed into vamps, only to be cured and then go on to dusting them. Oh well, wasn’t his fault that people were stupid when it came to the things that bumped in the night. He shrugged his shoulders, “Never can tell with me, huh?” Hannibal liked being unpredictable. Oh yeah, he loved it.
Hannibal’s brows rose at her statement, “Possible. Then again, what would be the price if we wanted to leave?” Hannibal was a smart man, when it all boiled down to it. The knowledge that had been passed through Danica to him was still there, a little fuzzy but it was there. Plus, Hannibal had done enough research on his own to actually know a little bit about the gods when they’d been researching Drake. They were vengeful and deceitful things. Oh well, should prove to be fun at least. He shrugged his shoulders once again, “Security in the rooms seems to already be in place, believe it or not.” He rolled his eyes at her, “Blade will do just fine without us, besides since our cell has went down another one will pick up the slack. No worries, really. Maybe…” He paused, shuddering a little bit. “No talky of Blade being pissed off at me.”
Blade still gave him the creeps. Dark eyes rolled once again, “Whatever, Whistler. You know how dead on I can be with my vibes, and I didn’t step to her…much. Not after I got that feeling. Hell, she was in a towel for fuck’s sake.” He had to put his defense in there. Whistler knew how he was around women.
He chuckled at her from above, both brows rising as she stated that they were rooming together. “What?” He caught the key as she tossed it at him, eying both of their names on the key. “Um, Whistler, if you’d notice that’s not my handwriting and I can’t forge worth shit.” He eyed the key, noting his own room number. “What the fuck is going on?” He turned, starting up to the fourth floor and to his room.
He eyed his door for a moment, waiting on Whistler to get there before he opened the door. He wasn’t so sure about all of this, he had no idea what in the hell the ‘beings of power’ were playing at now. Once Whistler was there, he slipped the key in the door and pushed it open. “Holy fucking shit.” He murmured, eyes going slightly wide as he scanned over his newly redecorated room.