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[ Give her a beat before she addresses the rest. Because it's worth a different branch of thought, though it's just a hop and skip away and not actually an alien one to her. Long considered. Long processed.

This is an old game. ]

Is that a new feeling for you?

Seems to me if any of us were smart, we'd take this to the authorities, or someone who could put a stop to him better than just lashing out. Going back and forth in our civil war until we're far more scarred than we needed to be and dragging others in who have no business being involved doesn't feel smart at all. It's not new. Nice to have a second opinion, though.

[Just now there are powers and the like...having seen how poorly it can go back home, he's not keen to watch it play out again. Or take part. He can't speak up or out, though, can he? The dog has been forbid to bark. That's the time when he chews through his leash, sneaks around, and bites instead. Not new and if he gets involved (he's already involved, Goddamnit), probably not going to get any less complicated.

Boy it sure would be nice if they could just call the police or the Super imPorts but HAHA EVERYONE IS A SHADY LYING ASS WITH STUFF TO HIDE HUH

civil war: rise of aged cockroaches]

I have no interest dragging others in, but no doubt it will happen.
Crane seems to be the one intent on making his statement. Whatever that is, it's going to be what continues to draw people towards him. Do you believe the authorities will handle that any more definitively than us?

[ It isn't entirely rhetorical, but worth asking. He would know better than other imPorts. And if he's thinking of her being dragged, she can handle being dragged down to the depths of Hell. She has a time share. ]

It's like a siege. The darkness of the looming threat is a constant, and there isn't much to do to escape it within the pillars of reason, but it's familiar and preferable to the rare days they throw flaming heads over the wall. At least until starvation drops in, but by then it's too late.
The closer we are to one another, the more violent we become.
The violence is inevitable, whether it's in rejecting our humanity or defending it.

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They could try. He does work for them, after all. It's personal that way. If they felt it beyond them, we could at least go to some of the heroes around with powers far greater than our own. Offensively speaking, I should add. [Because dragonpower has its greatness, no doubt.] That only works if there's nothing to hide. If you're willing for them to do a little digging on you. No offense to Raina, but if she doesn't have anything to hide yet, she's probably working her way to that.

[That makes it sort of sound like Will has nothing to hide, doesn't it? That he's better for either being the noble, good sort with no guilt, or he's just hidden whatever would make him look terrible well and these others haven't. Certainly not the case (in Heropa).]

I wouldn't want authorities snooping too deeply into me, either. I understand, but it doesn't make it any less frustrating.

[He can be a very bad man, too. If Chimary passed out in one of his places for a full day, who knows how many dogs would have crawled on top of her and used her as a daybed.

Lord.]

Could always eat the flaming heads to stave off starvation. They've been nice enough to cook them first. Seems a waste. [!? ya nasty]
Violence is part of humanity, too. Someone out there probably uses it to embrace what they consider makes them human. If they're even human in the first place. We've got all sorts running about.

You're speaking a lot on what we could do, but obviously that all occurred to you in the very beginning. You weren't just waiting for enough evidence to make a case, were you?

[ That's a rhetorical question. Simon didn't say.

Now who's the one with the imagery, Will Graham? Don't think she's not playing back those phone conversations she heard. Even just from Raina's end... It was interesting (that's the nice word). ]

We need a new word for humanity, I suppose. It's too limiting.

[ But most words are. ]

There is no case. As far as any authorities have to be concerned, none of this is happening. We're not having a discussion about anything right now because there's nothing to discuss. That's how it has to be.

[It was interesting and full of people.]

Maybe there's something in Russian that fits better. Or German. I couldn't say.

[ Has to is heavy. It's something that requires too much reliance.

But she vastly prefers nothing. ]

L’appel du vide.

[Gurl you know you're talking to uncultured swine, give him a second to kickstart the whole translation feature. He grew up in Louisiana but Lord he isn't equipped to ask for much in French that doesn't relate to murder science or going to the bathroom.

That is some lovely language she's just used. Badum tish.]

Perfect.

Empty poetry is unfortunately the grandest contribution I can make right now.
I haven't learned anything you likely don't know. I've no idea why Crane's attacked the two of them, but honestly this is starting to look like a very regrettable love triangle.

[ Oh also Raina is not human??? But that one she doesn't feel the need to talk about, whether or not Will knows. If he doesn't, she won't say. If he does, there's no point in saying. ]

I'm starting to get some idea of why, and it might be easier if it was indeed a regrettable love triangle. I assume you were listening to her side of our conversation the other day. Am I wrong?

[Does she have any questions about eating the rude because now is her CHANCE.]

Not something as cliché as hubris, I hope.

[ Ugh Will Graham. Is she that predictable or is he empathizing? Cut that the fudge out. If her pout could be visible through text... ]

You're not wrong.
Only her side.

[ As if that makes it better. Do you think she cares??? Wow she doesn't. But welp there were already some questions, son. Apparently Raina has hallucinated some...shenanigans. ]

There may be some of that involved. You had me promise not to turn away that day in your kitchen. Have you wondered since what might have led me to keeping that promise? Is there anything you would turn away from, Mary?

[Because he's been burned by much worse (in his head, at least) and he's come to understand that not only is it better having the devil he knows on his side...the devils are sometimes just much better company than people who haven't been dragged down into the real shit of the world.]

[ She knows Will Graham hadn't turned from Hannibal Lecter. The foolish man had let himself get gutted from the front. What else is there to wonder? Perhaps if there's a certain way he prefers to have his heart cut out and cooked? ]

Certainly not a blood brother.

[ Bad joke, but only a half lie. ]

[There is a wealth of fanart detailing how he'd approve of his heart being cut out and cooked, so maybe.]

Is that what you consider me?

Not my words.
On April Fool's it's what Frederick called you. Hannibal Lecter's blood brother.

[ Practically. Has she been sitting on that? She should get off her ass and move around once in awhile. Lazy Mary. ]

How poetic and unsurprising.

[He says nothing about it being wrong, though, which should be telling enough in its own right. No, he didn't get this particular memo.]

Going by what you know and have seen, and Raina's half of the conversation, can you now understand why my discussing breakfast sausage wasn't taken well?

[Do you get the rhyme, Mary.

Do you get how it extends. Do you get that Baltimore is full of people eaters?]

[ A moment. WORST NIGHTMARES CONFIRMED. That two percent chance was supposed to be barely entertained. Not so anymore. This really is an incredible test for her, isn't it?

tl;dr: ya nasty ]

I'm not certain if 'understand' is the word I'd use.

[Looks at this oddly painted picture and decides it's better the way kids do it: a pig is a few circles with stick legs and a curly tail. Crude and not too detailed, but it's clear to everyone who sees it that's what it is. It takes a certain sort of asshole to not look a child's drawing and immediately understand what it is when they manage to be so direct, no matter how crude. So laying it out without any fancy, spicy words to make sure her lack of understanding doesn't meant a lack of getting it leaves him with this:]

You are talking to a cannibal right now.

[Funny thing, this is easier in text. Not because "writing" it is easier than saying it, certainly not, but...there is a better chance that putting it in this way might have him heard. Completely. But then again, Mary has none of the experiences of those back in Baltimore to read that as "I attended a Lecter dinner party twice" so.]

[ What is there to do but laugh? It's a good thing it can't be heard, maybe, but that wouldn't stop her. It isn't exactly her usual sort of inappropriately timed laugh, either, since even Mary can be horrified by shit, all right? It's that of course it is laugh. Of course cannibalism. Isn't he a parole officer for a cannibal?

Really, she had pieced enough of this together by, as he said, everything she's seen and heard. That's not what she meant by not understanding. His crude little drawing approach is an unnecessary joke at this point, but that's also why she laughs. Horrified, but...more understanding. That much she can. In the wake of one of the most cringe-worthy aspects that make up a monster, she can laugh, and she can appreciate. Hearing (okay, seeing) it said so plainly does make it impossible to beat around the bush and entertain the chance that she could have been guessing wrong.

She can still cringe, though, even while recalling a constant theme in the Baltimore gang's interactions. Shared trauma through Hannibal Lecter. Trauma that causes all of them a visceral reaction worthy of a ballad. Are they all cannibals? Only some? Where is the line between Hannibal, Will, and the rest? Why is he the blood brother? ]

By choice?

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[There's a five minute delay in Will's response, which he might just blame on pretty much anything that doesn't equate to inner turmoil. Say he's in the middle of cooking (hah), or fixing something around the house, bathing the dogs or the raccoons, doing something for work...

He'd pussyfooted around it with Ken, if only because Ken was Ken. Ken consumed human flesh (or ghoul flesh) out of need, even if that need eventually became a need for power. Control. His biology was different, he had to. Will Graham, on the other hand, did not. And while Mary has seemed to be a logically-minded human being (bless her for dealing with the mess of Baltimore), cannibalism is taboo for plenty of reasons and comes with plenty of suspicions. How does one go from a diet that one knows consists of human flesh when it's not clearly a bird or fish (and even then, what's in the sauce?) and go to something vegetarian-ish without thinking about it?

How badly does it mess with a person's mind, and when do they start to, say, crave it?

Not that he thinks Mary would ever buy into such ideas, but...it's not something he can help but to think of in times like these. In times where he skewers a slice of tomato, or spinach, or anything else, and sees a bloody lump of meat that he knows isn't chicken, pig, or cow. Times where April eats tacos or take out and all he can see is her stuffing her face with ground long pig.]

Yes.

[ Oooh, that's a thing. Certainly a thing. At the same time, reason not to make him an enemy (she had already suspected reasons). He'd so poignantly referenced the time he hadn't turned away. Not accidental. Manipulative.

He's too smart to be dismissed. His sort of gruesome isn't the sort she mindlessly hunts, not when his transcendent uses outweigh something as human as "taboo". But it's strange... Enough to make her curious (though never enough to witness, she's sure, thanks). She keeps her inquiries concise, thinking that in accepting this reality, fluffing it up with poetry will only detract. ]

Only in Baltimore? Or any since?

[Yeah, he's a little shit. Good to have around in case of crisis, though. Depending on who's involved, of course, and whether or not Hannibal's anywhere for him to go frolicking after like a lunatic.]

Only in Baltimore. I think.

[That sounds terrible without clarification, doesn't it? Like Will just goes around eating anything and everything and hopes it ain't people. So.]

He was here for a few months, and I didn't know who he really was then. We had breakfast together several times before he left.

[ Had Hannibal Lecter ever brought anything with meat to the children's clinic before he left? Unlikely. Thank God the norm is cookies and lollipops.

How does one go from 'surprise cannibalism' to 'willing cannibal'? A question for later, maybe, since it can be received or returned a number of ways. It would be easier to read Will if this were in person. ]

So it's only a habit you indulge in when he's about? I don't need to worry about waking up one morning with a bite taken out of me?

[ Or not waking up at all for the sake of more food? The phrasing sounds jesting, but the questions are serious, and she feels warranted. Friend or not, learning someone might crave human flesh does raise some questions that ought to be addressed. What if a misunderstanding leads to him turning his latest doctor into a stew? If Mary knows anything in life, by proof of her own actions, it's that people are capable of anything. It's acknowledgment, not insult. ]

[Gross, Mary. So, so gross. Will tries to only take bites of crime, like a good crime dog. Technically speaking, eating the remains of poor Randall Tier was doing just that. Who else would it have been? Certainly wasn't Freddie, vulture who flew on eternally. A constant among Freds, it seemed. He ate a serial killer, so what?

...oh right. Bluebird and all.]

I wouldn't call it a habit, but yes to the first and only the first.

[The latter, however concerned she might actually be, is downright vulgar. He won't say it without pressing, too rude. But Lord, what sort of cannibal eats their meat raw? (Besides ghouls.) The vulgarity is not just within the implication or the image it brings to mind, but the acknowledgement. That despised undercurrent of Will Graham being capable of great things, yet if put under too much stress, capable of turning that completely and making greatness out of the sick and depraved.

He sees the acknowledgement. He gets it, understands she's not the same as anyone from his Baltimore throwing that out there. But damned if it isn't difficult to not take some insult. Acknowledging that Will can be just as good at being bad as he can be decent at being good isn't his type of compliment.

He keeps getting that compliment, though, doesn't he?

Perhaps it's best to embrace the madness after all.]

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