IC Contact [Asgard]

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Catch all IC contact post for Will Graham at asgardeventide
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[Note: Will is unlikely to use video unless there is a good need for it. He'd be more inclined to do text until he's made a substantial recovery and becomes more comfortable with voice.]

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wow rude!!!! he doesn't know her maybe she's still alive. just not alive in his life. a bloo bloo

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[He's read all the things he can on the network to get a better grasp of this whole world of wizards and magic, and he's not really sure how well his work could ever be understood. He knows he can't exactly understand a wizard's world, of course not, but could they ever grasp a Muggle world like the one Will knows? Not just knows, but the darkness of it he lives and breathes and dreams and sleeps and showers in?

Similar traits. People still being people. And yet all the differences make him a little

curious

How he hates it.]

That sounds a little more exciting than what I usually deal with.

[Also a good thing he doesn't deal with that because he might just think he's gone out of his damn mind if that ever happened.]

He can think whatever he wants, of course he can. I don't mind him sharing what he thinks with me. We get along in our own weird way. [Weird is an understatement.] I just mind him telling someone else. Anyone else. Sure, he's been portrayed as a "psychopathic" man with morality issues, but even a broken clock is right twice a day. It would be unfair to dismiss what he thinks he knows because of his reputation.

[Thinks he knows, yes, he'll spin this into wording that makes it really, really obvious that Will? He's not guilty of what Barty saw.

Not fully, at any rate.]

So are you going to ask what it was like to be in his head? Everything I saw and heard and felt? What about mine, are you going to ask about it in detail?

[For real, who can ignore the cannibalism thing. There's polite and then there's nearly insulting. This is the latter.

The thing about him knowing himself? Albus doesn't understand what an awful thing that is to say to Will Graham. No one here does. The man Abigail knew was sick and getting sicker. She saw him losing it step by step, but she can't know, not really. Albus isn't Lecter. Coming from Lecter, that would be...well, it's a good thing it's not. For both Will and that bastard.

And oh, all those broken clocks. More things no one needs to know.]

Re: wow rude!!!! he doesn't know her maybe she's still alive. just not alive in his life. a bloo blo

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Unfair to dismiss outright, of course, though I believe it goes without saying that information from such sources bears a deal of consideration for more than its surface weight.

What Crouch may have seen and heard in your mind -- or you in his -- interests me keenly. It is quite potentially vital to know. However, arguably, it is also not my concern. For that reason, I will not push. I trust that if you find anything of pressing note, you will act upon it to the best of your ability, and that you will inform me or otherwise share if you feel it reasonable.

To be frank, my hesitation lies more within that which Crouch might do with what he has seen, and whether he will seek further contact upon that account, in the guise of getting along. The two-way nature of such connections are, in our own world, imperfect; so easily dominated by a matter of will that they are conceptualized by beginners in offensive and defensive terms.

Vulnerabilities and quirks of thought are exploitable with mental magic, paths of memory may even be surreptitiously followed by the wielder. A mind that operates upon loose structure is as dangerous to own as that of a simple block -- one must be keenly aware of the ways in which they think in order to effectively counter.

You say that you detain the murderous by assuming their point of view.

Empathy is a messy business, Mr. Graham, even in matters less grave. [ Pun? You decide. ] If you hold any doubts (however momentary) of who those memories belong to, I would be very careful of the ways in which you continue contact with Bartemius Crouch.

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[He cannot believe what he just read. Granted, Albus can't know how many buttons he's pressing right now, but any part of Will that was previously willing (pun? you decide) feels like it's flown far, far away. No one lectures Will Graham on empathy, who he chooses for company, manipulation of the mind, and then gives him some sort of bullshit advice on what methods he should take when dealing with the murderous.

He's a grown man. He's a profiler. He's got this.

Kind of.]

I know all about empathy. I know exactly which memories are mine, which are the memories of the murderous back home, and which belong to Bartemius Crouch. You don't need magic to exploit the mind and its memories.

[He just doesn't yet know how exactly true that is in his own case.]

If anything happens that relates to anyone but myself and him, I'll inform you. As it is now, it doesn't relate to anyone else.

[Suck it, you magical bearded piece of bird shit.]

[palebee]

Of course.

[ And if he's a remark or two to make about Will's relation to broader Asgard, he holds it back. There's no reason to continue this conversation for the time being; he's said his piece. ]

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I think we're done here, don't you?

Or, I should say: I'm done here.

[bye forever albie]

is that will's cobra neck icon. go talk to moran, will.

[palebee]

Have a good evening, Mr. Graham.