[Will is so opposed to the whole talking face-to-face with this bracelet, but he's grateful for it now. Whale can see him actually smiling at the revelation. He's not smiling because he thinks he's lying, thinks he's made a terribly funny joke in a similar manner to Will's little dog story as a means to get his new doctor to feel less awkward about his little slip. Those dogs have been out of the picture the entire time, but the way Will smiles and leans forward to rub a hand over his face has that little fluffy one that would end up in a fashionista's purse against its desires bounds up in his lap—Will is smiling! He might laugh! He doesn't seem as upset as he has been lately! Clearly this is Samanatha's time to shine and give him more reason to try and be happy, which she does by, of course, licking at his neck. He laughs, a bitter, hollow sound that tries to be merry but can't quite ever get there, nudging her wet nose down and making it obvious she's welcome to stay in his lap, but there's no more kissing to be had.]
Victor Frankenstein.
[The way he introduced it, Will had to wonder if he'd meant it as something like a scare tactic. The monster, the one portrayed with bolts in his neck, afraid of fire or killed by fire, roaming the streets and scaring everyone in sight—that's what was commonly associated with the name, and if Whale (Victor now?) had been dragged into a modern world, Will could only imagine he had to know about it. How could he not? It was everywhere. Movies, TV, toys, books, probably porn. There was porn for everything, why not Frankenstein? Cartoons, even! Cereals! Spoofs involving dance numbers! Monsters of cinema always included that poor mesh of human body parts, but rarely, now that he truly thought about, had they spent much time focusing on the doctor himself? What could Will pull from media about Victor Frankenstein? He was a mad doctor, a lunatic. He used electricity to bring parts of dead bodies alive in the best stitched up body he could manage. It had gone wrong. His monster was unleashed and...what then? Burned alive? Had Frankenstein himself been dealt with? Literature hadn't been a huge course needed for his degree and work. That might be a very big blessing now, considering he didn't have the supposed exact source of it all to go by. Even then, all these different worlds colliding, how accurate could he take a book or a movie or anything else to be when he's faced with that figure himself? What is he supposed to do, judge him? Cut ties? Whale picked up on one thing, that Will was blamed. Why in any world would Will overlook that little jump that he left there, thinking it would be ignored, and then go off on how he couldn't possibly do anything with him now, what a monstrous lunatic he was!
Will knew monsters, usually. He wasn't extremely close to Whale, but the monster he knew back home had done one thing that Whale hadn't done so far: lied to him about his medical condition. He saw those clocks, saw the bad design in them, and let him run sick and burning alive just to see what would happen. Curiosity. He doesn't see that in Whale. Frankenstein? Sure, he's been considered that, but...getting to meet the man behind the legend, that is really a treat more than anything else.]
If you've been bumped up to a modern world, as you must have to know Sting and the Police, I'm sure you've come across...modern thoughts on Frankenstein. [He does tilts his head down, eyes thoroughly focused this time, making contact. Will is not going to pretend he's the most open-minded and that he is immediately going to push all that aside. It's rampant. It's always there. Some things won't be easy to get rid of, but not because he finds Frankenstein a hideous creature, but because it's everywhere.] Magic curse, you've become a surgeon up to snuff on what you need to know. It makes sense, but it sounds like crap that you had to go through that. I want to go home to get exonerated and put the real killer away. I want to make sure the one he killed as the final way to get me locked up is avenged. She doesn't deserve that. Your home has been taken more than mine. I can't imagine the sort of trauma that might cause and how difficult it is to deal with.
[He tilts his head, only because Mrs. Graham refuses to stop licking forever, and he finally plucks her up gently and plops her down on the floor. Not very high up; he'd never hurt a dog, and he'd never hurt a person, either, unless he absolutely had to.]
This doesn't put me off either, Doctor Whale. [He looks a little uneasy now. What name is he supposed to use? In front of other people, Will assumes he'd be Whale. In private, would he prefer his real name, or would that be insulting? Does Will not "know" enough of him to have earned that nickname?] The doctor I know back home, the one I told you about, you remember? Surgeon. Artist. Gourmet chef. Psychiatrist. Dressed well. Impressive individual? [That smile isn't happy at all. Will Graham is an awkward man who loves dogs, but beneath that, even before that voice was in his head, he was capable of being far worse than that. When he got home, Hannibal Lecter was going to be as manipulated as he'd done to Will. He would make sure of that if nothing else. He'd been driven insane. He'd drive Lecter insane in return, in some way, no matter what he had to do or how much he had to pretend he was sorry, he did it, he couldn't lie in the face of evidence, it was such a terrible thing, how could he ever accuse him!] It was him. My paddle. My anchor. My resting place, the rock I could always count on. He did it, did all of it. Did it to me because he wanted to see what would happen. Curious. Wind me up and watch me go. And that guy? He was Alana's mentor throughout medical school. They're friends.
[Now everything's much more complicated, isn't it?]
How do you tell someone that, though? I can't figure it out. No matter who [not what, he is a person, not a what] you are in comparison to all those little stories of Frankenstein running around, trust me when I say you aren't just a step up from the one back home. You're fucking Mother Teresa in comparison to him, because you, from what I've seen? You actually care about your job.
[He's talking so much, and that last bit could be an insult (wow, comparing him to a murderer, that's so nice of him), but it's not how he means it. Not really. Some might probably freak out (Asgard has so many kinds of people here, some might be full of questions); Will Graham has been driven purposefully insane. He's actually, in fact, delighted.]
The monsters I know only confess to their real names when they've been caught and there is no way they can escape. I didn't catch you. That's not how the monsters back home I know behave.
[Oh yes, he heard the monster to monster thing. What, was he going to refuse to comment on it when his entire life was spent getting the monsters off the streets?]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hhSA9H9Iaqw
Victor Frankenstein.
[The way he introduced it, Will had to wonder if he'd meant it as something like a scare tactic. The monster, the one portrayed with bolts in his neck, afraid of fire or killed by fire, roaming the streets and scaring everyone in sight—that's what was commonly associated with the name, and if Whale (Victor now?) had been dragged into a modern world, Will could only imagine he had to know about it. How could he not? It was everywhere. Movies, TV, toys, books, probably porn. There was porn for everything, why not Frankenstein? Cartoons, even! Cereals! Spoofs involving dance numbers! Monsters of cinema always included that poor mesh of human body parts, but rarely, now that he truly thought about, had they spent much time focusing on the doctor himself? What could Will pull from media about Victor Frankenstein? He was a mad doctor, a lunatic. He used electricity to bring parts of dead bodies alive in the best stitched up body he could manage. It had gone wrong. His monster was unleashed and...what then? Burned alive? Had Frankenstein himself been dealt with? Literature hadn't been a huge course needed for his degree and work. That might be a very big blessing now, considering he didn't have the supposed exact source of it all to go by. Even then, all these different worlds colliding, how accurate could he take a book or a movie or anything else to be when he's faced with that figure himself? What is he supposed to do, judge him? Cut ties? Whale picked up on one thing, that Will was blamed. Why in any world would Will overlook that little jump that he left there, thinking it would be ignored, and then go off on how he couldn't possibly do anything with him now, what a monstrous lunatic he was!
Will knew monsters, usually. He wasn't extremely close to Whale, but the monster he knew back home had done one thing that Whale hadn't done so far: lied to him about his medical condition. He saw those clocks, saw the bad design in them, and let him run sick and burning alive just to see what would happen. Curiosity. He doesn't see that in Whale. Frankenstein? Sure, he's been considered that, but...getting to meet the man behind the legend, that is really a treat more than anything else.]
If you've been bumped up to a modern world, as you must have to know Sting and the Police, I'm sure you've come across...modern thoughts on Frankenstein. [He does tilts his head down, eyes thoroughly focused this time, making contact. Will is not going to pretend he's the most open-minded and that he is immediately going to push all that aside. It's rampant. It's always there. Some things won't be easy to get rid of, but not because he finds Frankenstein a hideous creature, but because it's everywhere.] Magic curse, you've become a surgeon up to snuff on what you need to know. It makes sense, but it sounds like crap that you had to go through that. I want to go home to get exonerated and put the real killer away. I want to make sure the one he killed as the final way to get me locked up is avenged. She doesn't deserve that. Your home has been taken more than mine. I can't imagine the sort of trauma that might cause and how difficult it is to deal with.
[He tilts his head, only because Mrs. Graham refuses to stop licking forever, and he finally plucks her up gently and plops her down on the floor. Not very high up; he'd never hurt a dog, and he'd never hurt a person, either, unless he absolutely had to.]
This doesn't put me off either, Doctor Whale. [He looks a little uneasy now. What name is he supposed to use? In front of other people, Will assumes he'd be Whale. In private, would he prefer his real name, or would that be insulting? Does Will not "know" enough of him to have earned that nickname?] The doctor I know back home, the one I told you about, you remember? Surgeon. Artist. Gourmet chef. Psychiatrist. Dressed well. Impressive individual? [That smile isn't happy at all. Will Graham is an awkward man who loves dogs, but beneath that, even before that voice was in his head, he was capable of being far worse than that. When he got home, Hannibal Lecter was going to be as manipulated as he'd done to Will. He would make sure of that if nothing else. He'd been driven insane. He'd drive Lecter insane in return, in some way, no matter what he had to do or how much he had to pretend he was sorry, he did it, he couldn't lie in the face of evidence, it was such a terrible thing, how could he ever accuse him!] It was him. My paddle. My anchor. My resting place, the rock I could always count on. He did it, did all of it. Did it to me because he wanted to see what would happen. Curious. Wind me up and watch me go. And that guy? He was Alana's mentor throughout medical school. They're friends.
[Now everything's much more complicated, isn't it?]
How do you tell someone that, though? I can't figure it out. No matter who [not what, he is a person, not a what] you are in comparison to all those little stories of Frankenstein running around, trust me when I say you aren't just a step up from the one back home. You're fucking Mother Teresa in comparison to him, because you, from what I've seen? You actually care about your job.
[He's talking so much, and that last bit could be an insult (wow, comparing him to a murderer, that's so nice of him), but it's not how he means it. Not really. Some might probably freak out (Asgard has so many kinds of people here, some might be full of questions); Will Graham has been driven purposefully insane. He's actually, in fact, delighted.]
The monsters I know only confess to their real names when they've been caught and there is no way they can escape. I didn't catch you. That's not how the monsters back home I know behave.
[Oh yes, he heard the monster to monster thing. What, was he going to refuse to comment on it when his entire life was spent getting the monsters off the streets?]