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infomodder) wrote2016-11-10 08:05 pm
infomodder) wrote2016-11-10 08:05 pm
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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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somebody who sees the big bad wolf and wants not to kill him for his furs, or just to be rid of him, nor to run away. somebody who has met with wolves before, somebody who knows how to stand and hold their eye and not worry too much one way or another whether or not he'll be eaten alive (he doesn't stink, doesn't stink a bit, not like fear stinks.)
this is rare. this is a rare phenomenon. he's something quite unique.]
If this is what you do to him I'm really not sure I need to waste the words.
[he's not right, not in all of it. right now, maybe, his interest is in what's got Barty's tongue tied, what could possibly be payment enough to keep a fiend's throat from vibrating and his mouth from making words (he's sold out others happily, readily - why not Will Graham?) but that's on Will. that's all on Will Graham.
truth told, he'd have asked Will's name either way.]
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Will knows wolves in the guise of sheep who have no interest in the well-being of sheep at all. Will knows a snake that's sent him, the mongoose, after plenty of others. Gave him others, drew snakes out of the grass for Will to get his fangs around and wrestle to the ground, take apart bit by bit, all while he let a certain other venom take over his brain and every thought. He saw his fear and made it worse, left him in the dark and made himself the only thing that could ever guide Will, no matter how bad it got.
There are monsters in the dark, but the worst of them function perfectly fine in the daytime. Terrible people are the kind that Will hunts and puts away. The kind he gets inside the minds of and feels everything they do. He's never met one quite like Lecter, can't think of anyone at all like him, and with his voice in his head and Will not so sick anymore? There's nothing to be afraid of. There's nothing to be scared of. Not now.
When Will Graham goes back home, he'll be accused of rather awful things. And when that happens, no matter what it takes, he'll bring Lecter down. The time for hunting wolves is over, forced into retirement as he is. The time for collecting their furs and fears is over. The time for holding his eye while the mind behind his own works furiously to make it so the world around him closes in, suffocates him, and he can no longer hide himself? That's what time it is.
There's no fear in him when it comes to wolves. Not now, and hopefully never again.]
Barty is a man who has nothing good waiting for him if we all end up going back. This is a second chance for plenty of people dragged here. With nothing to return to, what should one do when they have this and only this? What does a man who's sentenced to be sent away with absolutely nothing to look forward to do, and one who is so curious?
[Surely not start fires. Surely. Surely Will isn't including himself with those plenty of people. Surely Will isn't fishing for Jim to tell him more about being from Earth, just six feet under it. Or for him to go on about spiders and curiosity and hunger. Oh yes, that "curious" is there for a good reason. Jim should pick up on it, if he's not busy being...distracted.]
Barty fills a need for me. Something that I need as much as I need air or food or drink. I assume he finds me of interest and indulges me. It helps pass the time, be it because he needs something to entertain him or just wants it. I don't inquire about it. That's what I will say. He gives me something that only he can. Needs and wants that we can give each other. Give and take. This and that. Trick and treat.
[Treats. Him and his dogs. Scooby snacks.]
So. Jim. This payment that he won't give you and you've come to me about, tell me this: do you need it, or do you want it?
[Details without details. They have an agreement, but why, and what does it really relate to? What does Will need and how does Barty fulfill it? What does this somewhat awkward man who loves dogs need from someone like Barty, and what could possibly be needed as much as the basics to keep human life going?
Does Jim need details, does he wants details, which is it? To someone from his own home, they might have heard that as Will asking if they needed him or they wanted him. Jim might take it the same way, though he honestly can't know exactly what that means. Not to Will, who's spent so much time skirting the psychiatric circles and refusing to dish out his thing.
Barty is not a friend, because Will has no friends. Jim and Barty have something going on, obviously. If Will's going to publicly stick up for Barty, of course he'd attract the attention of those who find Barty interesting more than a problem. He doesn't need friends. He needs connections.
So why in the world would he not take the time and initiative to absorb Barty's connections (friends?) into his own circle of trust that involves trusting absolutely no one who's inside of it? He'd have to be a bit out of his mind not to attempt it, and he is a man with a head that's very, very interesting. It's a matter of playing his cards right, and with Lecter's voice whispering his thoughts...perhaps it'll be easier than it might have been on his own.]
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so here it comes, all of it spilling out like great big flashing signs set up to point out that one tiny detail that he doesn't n e e d of course he doesn't need it but which doesn't make it any less tantalising when framed with the secrets that aren't quite enough. oh, but Will's just as tempted, isn't he? and so very good with words. leaks laid out here and there have caught his notice and here they are, laid out, subtly obvious (depends on who you ask). maybe it won't be worth Will's secrets but - but then again, how would he know?
how do you rate your secrets against another's when those secrets are stored in blacked out casing? more to the point, why should Jim bother hiding his when he's absolutely nothing left to lose.
he thinks for a moment, two, three. can't find a single thing he'd rather not say, a single real reason not to say it. but this isn't much of a business transaction, he's got no snare to put Will in and there's no guarantee he'll have any use for him if the man ever does put neck in a noose and hand Jim the rope. so it's a game, then. a purely personal game.
the question is, to play or not to? ]
Pardon me, Will, but you're hardly necessary. [ it's not a dismissal: you are recreation. it's all recreation for a dead man walking. ] But I'll give you three questions if you want them. In exchange for a peek at what's necessary.
[ ... hey, would you look at that! seems like he feels like playing afterall. ]
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The "normal" things in Will's head might prove boring. Barty might grow a little uninterested if everything starts seeming normal with him. If that happens, all he'll have to do is think back to a particular crime scene and everything will be fascinating again, even if Barty ends up assuming that Will made totem poles of bodies on beaches, made a garden of people covered in mushrooms, killed families and their children during the holidays...
Will gets his memories and risks being thought of as one of the most deranged men out there if he can't verbalize properly what it is that's been seen. If they come spilling out, perhaps it'll be thought that this awkward dog-loving fellow from the South is dangerous not only because of what he can do but because of how normal he seems. If things slip, if Barty opens his mouth and tells the world, Will can't rightly argue otherwise.
Cannibalistic serial killer? Allegedly. He hasn't been convicted. How reassuring.
He has nothing to lose here in Asgard but his own mild reputation. And that? Means jackshit in the grand scheme of things.]
Some would consider entertainment a necessity. People can go a little stir-crazy if they're left with nothing to occupy their minds or just lose them completely.
Why Incy Wincy when everyone who's heard the rhyme might automatically associate it with being the spider that always fails?
Is Incy Wincy poisonous?
He's not a victim of eight-legged love's end, cannibalized by his choice in female spiders to copulate with, is he?
[Three questions, over and done with. No point in putting them out one a time. Everyone who goes to a sports event has to wait through the national anthem and ceremonial proceedings before they get to watch big burly men tackling each other or balls being hit by bats or cars constantly making the same turn. Will has no time for that. It's either bunt or going all out, aiming for a home run but being content with getting at least a few bases for his teammates.
Recreation is something Will's used to being. This time, however, he gets to know it for what it is and never once get to the point where he trusts Jim enough to think otherwise.]
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[ oh, this is Jim's type of game. metaphor over metaphor and no interest in playing coy: we're straight in, tight up at the deep end and we wouldn't have it any other way. ]
Why not Incy Wincy? Only a few made it past the anonymity and if any of those feel like tumbling into the trap of false security through association it really only works in my favour.
Of course! Not that he needs to be.
Oh heavens no. She might have tried, god bless, but he did one better and ate himself ahead of time. Not that the coupling wasn't wonderful to start but it turns out he was out of her league.
[ three questions, three answers. easy. there's no trouble in sharing them, no difficulty in the words. he has no secrets of his own worth keeping anymore: what use are his secrets to him here? so the sale is quick and to the point and Jim doesn't ask for his return payment, waits instead for what's offered.
what's the point in limiting his field if Will might see fit to offer him more? ]
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[No offense meant with that suicide wish mention.]
Until just before I came here. It was made apparent that while I'd been catching snakes regularly, I'd managed to miss the one who had been coming into the house with me, camouflaged so well no one could have realized he was a snake in the first place.
I don't know how it happened. Barty's helping me piece it together.
[If Jim knows what Barty has, if he knows about his telepathy—he can fill it in. Sort of. It doesn't explain how they met or came to the agreement they did, but Will is getting more specific.
Mongoose put away by snake finds methods to get back what he needs with another snake. What a life.]
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but what sits sharper, suddenly, what hums like curious vibration just behind his eyes is the question of the snake who did so well as to hide itself in plain sight. Will has been very clear with his presentation of his own success (and as he's stated, he does not spin— some creatures have no need for webbing lies) and to hear him so defeated, so blind to that defeat and so desperate to see, desperate enough to stalk into the path of Barty Crouch Jr and dance with him...
well. it does wonders for his snake's reputation. but it's also clear that said snake isn't here or he's certain he'd know about it, so there are questions, so many questions, questions enough to fill the room and have him c h o k e, but—]
You must be paying a steep price. His aid and his silence... You trust him?
[but Jim's got priorities, and he's got time.
of course not is the answer but they're neither of them talking in straight lines anymore; Jim's curious whether Will is certain of Barty's silence or is simply relying on it. either way the man's clearly holding his tongue, has clearly found something worth keeping that pays Will's way, but does Will trust in the value of whatever unknown payment it is he's giving or is he just so craving the slithertracks that he's willing to take the risk?
and because Jim didn't miss a thing (that cheeky little deathwish), because you've been so good and he'd like ever so to issue a reward:]
It was inevitable, really. Potent enough poison's bound to affect the host.
[is Incy Wincy poisonous? of course! not that he needs to be. not that it does him any favours.]
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One day he would snap to and see a totem of his own bodies. So many people slaughtered because he hadn't stopped his work. And then, he'd been put away for the murders of many, many he'd be accused of eating, and then Abigail Hobbs. He had done what he stopped her father from doing, and been haunted by him ever since.
He was not mentally ill. He was sick, driven sicker, driven to doubt his sanity...faded, feeling crazy, and in that darkness? Hannibal Lecter had been there, making himself out to be the best guide. But when blinds were open and he had light to follow, cloth was wrapped around his eyes. Any hint of sun was taken from him by that man who offered himself as his support.
Oh no, the snake in his home was not easy to see. He couldn't see it until it was too late, and no one else ever would. Inside a cage, what could he do, other than puzzle it all out, find his memories, and eventually destroy Hannibal Lecter in every way, no matter what it took? Not matter if, in the end, Will held a gun to his head while Hannibal pressed himself over him, gut in his stomach, carving him up. He would have enough strength to pull the trigger, motivated by...everything negative.
In the end, Lecter would pay, even in the price was high for Will himself.]
I've paid steeper prices. [Abigail Hobbs' life is steeper than his reputation. They had secrets. No matter what it took, he'd keep them. He'd take them to his grave. Only Lecter would be the one to out her as the lure. As for silence? Who would believe Barty over this awkward dog guy? He's proven himself...untrustworthy, and not just to Will. The upside to it. The downside being that Will...couldn't really lie. Not easily.] What trust I can give is few and far between. I do not trust easily. My ability to trust may very well be at nonexistent levels now. No, I have no trust for Barty, but I've no trust for just about anyone else here. Not about the snake, not about what waits for me back home, not about the full extent of my job with the FBI.
[Teaching is one thing. Being a consultant in the way he is? Not happening. He can say he does his job in a unique way, but not really much else.]
Too poisonous for your own good. Ate you up inside? It happens more often than not.
[Will's not poisonous (really, but the poison in his body that has come from work and being around a snake too much is doing its own toll) and has no intentions of killing himself.
He has things to die before he can let himself die. That is, catching the snake that not only got away, but destroyed him and will continue so no matter what Will does. He could cry.
Get on his knees.
Beg.
Pray to him like God.
It would matter not one bit. Lecter is curious. What Will might plead for would be taken into account, he would believe, but if Lecter really wanted to do it, was curious enough?
Will would be powerless to stop him.]