IC contact [Mask or Menace]

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"Gone fishing."

[ so don't leave messages to ruin the after fishing glow !!!

your one stop shop for not leaving him alone ]

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[this life only suffering]

Whatever you want. I've been calling her It and Cat and Hey You and Don't and Smokey the Bandit when she got into the dog food. I'm sure an actual name is a step up from that.

[Shadowleaf the Conqueror??? 50 Shades of Why Are You Here Gray Cat Go Away???]

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Ziggy Stardust? I probably need to see her first.

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That fits. She is very good at killing spiders, but I don't think any of them are from Mars.

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Probably are in this place.

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Fair point. I don't want to run into them.

[Even if they're an imPort. Last time he ran into a dog imPort that didn't talk, it turned out

well

not so great.]

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Does it get easier? All the crazy stuff?

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[NOT THE C-WORD]

Sometimes. My house up here got destroyed a while back, and I witnessed a dog flipping a cop car. I had a roommate who could just sort of vanish. I talked to a giant robot about dogs. I know someone who has wings. Lucifer went to jail here. I met someone named Flame Princess, a girl on fire from a kingdom of fire people. Every time something happens that I think is strange or impossible, I recall all that, and that I've already seen plenty of strange, impossible things. So that helps.

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Wings?

[ that sure is what she's is focusing on in that sea of ... everything. ]

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Wings. That she can actually fly with sort of wings. Haven't seen them in totally proper action, but it was still pretty strange.

[And he made bird comments he won't repeat to the daughter of the Shrike, n o p e.]

She and I get on well enough, but wings aren't anything I'm used to. So she's one of the ones that I remember whenever I encounter something that I immediately think is impossible.

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Like a bird.

[ haha too bad. she went there anyway. ]

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[CHILD]

Kind of like a swan, yes.

[Giving some sweet sweet oral over the dinner table at Casa Lecter.]

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[ SHE WAS ALWAYS THE ONE SITTING ACROSS FROM IT THAT IS LITERALLY THE FIRST THING SHE THINKS OF AND HAS TO GO GAG A LITTLE IT WAS A BAD LIFE CHOICE TO ACTUALLY GO TO HER ASSIGNED JOB TEXTING WHILE WATCHING ARTISANAL SAUSAGE BEING MADE IS NOT OKAY. this is what she gets for having bad work ethic and not being able to claim sick leave anymore since she already got her stitches out and doesn't even need to have a bandage over her scar anymore. /tina belcher's distressed whale noises. ]

That sounds pretty.

[ a+ save. ]

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[HE WAS TEACHING HER TO APPRECIATE ART OF ALL KINDS AT ANY TIME EVERYONE SHOULD BE ABLE TO EAT HUMAN FLESH NO MATTER WHAT ELSE IS GOING ON IT'S ETIQUETTE OKAY really fucked up etiquette. Will knows it's there. And in a few other places, why does one person need that many copies of Leda and the Swan???]

Pretty's a good word. [A+ getting away from "the wings are pretty" or "she's pretty" and not having to go down that road, thanks.] We get together and drink sometimes. I always get a little drunker, it takes a while for her. [Because she's like immortal or something, and Will is not. He can own up to being a lightweight in that regard.] Would you wanna meet her?

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To drink or in general because I think you know I'm still to young to legally drink and it might be frowned upon to get your de facto ward accidentally drunk.

[ not that she'd say no to half a glass of wine before bed so she only wakes up panicking and not screaming... but she's only teasing. ]

Yes to either, ftr. Does Gunther like sausage?

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Wouldn't be frowned on if it was done in the house with supervision. I meant in general. But if you want to drink, that can be done, too.

[Lecter's all giving her orange juice, what's up with that.]

All right, I'll let her know. Gunther probably does. He's never had it. Why, you got some sausage?

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I am an Artisanal Sausage Chef Assistant. :| I finally went to my job after my doctor's note ran out. I hate it. The sausage is free. I'm probably going to quit though and become a homeless street urchin like Oliver Twist.

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Bit of both.

[It's weird to talk about this; she usually doesn't go into mythology too much with humans, because that would involve showing too much about herself, and other supernatural beings either know already or have their own gods, which means they couldn't care less about hers.

But Will is... Will. So she'll explain.]

Odin is the All-Father, so we all worshipped him. And all the Valkyries followed his orders, even though Freyja was the one who made us. Some of us. She's the goddess of war, death, fertility, love, beauty. Thor is the god of storms and strength, along with other things, but mostly we associated him with protecting us. Others are more specific, Baldr is the god of light, Bragi of poetry, Sif is the goddess of earth, Forseti the god of justice, Týr is the god of glory and law.

[That's a lot of words, for Kara, and she isn't even done, but she takes a sip of her drink before continuing, trying to think what to say next.]

We could make sacrifices to them or call upon them, depending on what we needed. Lots of sacrifices to Odin, Thor, Freyr, and Freyja would be made before battle. To Ægir to watch over those going to sea. Freyja, for those wanting to conceive. They couldn't always listen, but sometimes they did.

[With a shrug, she finishes off her drink and lapses into silence, feeling self-conscious for having said so much.]

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[No? No. Nope. Nu uh. Not okay.]

If you hate it, why haven't you quit? You won't be homeless. We'll find you another job if you want one.

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I don't actually want to leave this job until I have another one for sure.

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If you can run a cash register, you can always pick up shifts at the shop.

[He offered it to Annie, who felt uncomfortable by a gift of shirts. Shirts he had no intentions of telling her about the specifics of expenses until someone went and took them from her. She wanted to do something to pay him back, something that made what he gave feel earned, and it was all he could think of. A trade that he didn't need, but a compromise that was necessary.

With Abigail, it's not at all about trades or making her feel like she has to work, to earn something, not from Will. It's recognizing that there may now be a great discomfort with meat in general, though to what degree...he's yet unaware. Coupled with her hating it, it's the best he can come up with.]

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[ this time the long pause is on her end. she would not mind working for will. spending all day in his shop, staring at stupid fishing puns and liking pictures of herself on stiles' instagram. she's not a people person, but that kind of job only needs her to be able to pretend.

the pause comes from latent apprehension and bitter curiosity. usually she is better at not asking because for the most part she doesn't want to know the answers to her questions. but this one she can't not ask. it doesn't help that she's been surrounded by kitchen materials she is incredibly familiar with all day for the past three days and it's sucking all the joy from her life. complimentary bagels now come with purchase of sausage. that's all that keep her boss from tsking at her texting.

her bagels are great.

she types the simple question and lets it sit, going back and changing the wording, changing it back, changing it again. the little ellipses bubble must stay up for so long it looks like she's writing a dostoyevsky novel text instead of: ]

How much of you wanting to look out for me is because you killed my dad and how much of it is because I'm me?

[ that took almost an hour (including, in her defense, time to clock out and leave) to compose. ]

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[He doesn't think too much of the message taking a while. Things happen, this conversation isn't important except for the fact of the matter that it's one he's having with Abigail. This is nothing, currently, that he finds a long pause to be worrisome. Then he gets the message and.

Ah.]

All of it's because of you being you.

[Just like he told Jesse Pinkman, none of the scrutiny was about him. It was about her. If he hadn't engaged, Will would have carried on as he'd been before, wouldn't have added him to the list of people to follow, to track, to sniff.

There's a ghost that follows him, a father with the last name of Hobbs. But that ghost doesn't follow him to Abigail. That ghost that appears in dreams, that he can see (could see) when he was sick, clapping at serenades and resting in a shallow grave? Stays away from her. There's darkness that plagues Abigail enough as is, Will does not need to add manifestations of her father hanging over her every time he sees her.

He gets enough of that in his own head. Mulling over remarks, the way she looks at him, the way they interact. A constant presence he's aware of does not to be put forth in any other way. Even with a brain rather on fire, there was a drive to keep them separate. She is the Shrike's daughter, may forever be remembered as such, but Will can't stand her to be just that. He lived in a father's shadow once, broke out—nothing as damning as cannibalism and preying on young women, of course not—and yet how can he help her do anything like it, be more than her father's offspring, when it's what ties them together? When, back where they hail from, it was a way for her to gain independence, money, a way out that Freddie Lounds was more than glad to help with? If it hadn't been for her father, Will and Abigail would have never met. The ties that bind are a bloody mess and trying to untangle anything ends up making it worse.]

It's you, Abigail. Nothing and no one else.

[Those three sentences?

Took Will all of a minute, shot off together. He doesn't have to think about it. He doesn't have to get into anything else, though he could. It's pointless when, in the end of things, it boils down to everything being for her, for her as a person, not her as an extension of that guy he shot to death in his own damn kitchen. Unbeknownst to him, a few from Baltimore have already thought of Will as something like Lecter's dog, ready to bark, to bite, to froth, to defend. He's been called that much when it came to his job back home. But really, if there's any one person that he'd go foaming at the mouth and tear out of a leash for without any suggestion needing to be planted?

He's talking to her right now.]

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That's nice of you, but why the offer?
I live by myself back home. Have for a long time. I don't mind it.

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[ even though her brain immediately protests that of course he would say that, why would he say anything else???, the rest of her feels validated that, finally, to someone, she is just abigail.

important because of who she is not who she was born to or how she can be useful or whose secrets she can spill. ]

Thanks. I'm out of work. I'm going to shower and change and then I can pick up Ziggy. If that's okay.

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[Will has spent too long being important because of the ways he can be used whether or not he wants it, has been relegated to working because he's good at it, should hike up his shorts and plow right on through.

He's rather keen on seeing people for who they are, especially when it comes to someone else who was used for what she could do without her own wants taken into consideration. Used for something much more horrific that he doesn't like to think over much but can't stop it from happening when it does crop up into his head.]

It's 100% okay. We'll be here.