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((ooc: Where did our comments go? o-O

OOC: I do not know. O_O

OOC: WHAT SORT OF FOUL SORCERY??
>L
I will repost.

OOC: Please do. :)

OOC: Also I will stalk you like a creeper to ensure you don't drop B, because she's too awesome and I've never seen her appear before so thur.

OOC: Haha, that's totally cool with me! She's oddly underplayed, as are most KB characters.

OOC: Regrettably for myself, it seems there is already a Hannibal at Lastvoyages. She's been there for some time, if I recall correctly. *shrug* Oh well.

OOC: Awww, now I'm a little sad. :/ There's always a chance they could play together in another game, though?

We play them differently.
I'm sad too. I was secretly plotting in my head.
True, perhaps another game.
If I find the right one for him, and then, if by some miracle, you are interested as well.
Then. Epic would ensue, assuredly.

If I find one, I'll be happy to let you know (as long as you return the favor). :)

Of course!
/bow

At least the man shows some semblance of talent. It is a rather catchy tune.
There are worse things, after all. Far worse things.

...Like listening to a clarinetist in a symphony orchestra play off-tune.

[Immediately she is on her guard. She's instinctively noticed something creepy and off about this man, well-spoken and polite as he may be. But that doesn't mean he deserves rudeness.]

I've heard a few bad renditions of classics myself, so I sympathize.

[Well she should be, but if it's any consolation, this is "tamed" and dare I say "happy" Hannibal from the end of the series.

Still. He smiles politely, the killer instinct of awareness goes, as Beatrix knows, both ways. He shows no sings of looking for any sot of trouble, however. If anything, the man seems relaxed, as a wolf might after a large feast.]

Have you now? May I inquire as to which?

[His ease is almost enough to make her relax. Almost. She gives a small, polite smile back.] All the big names. Beethoven, Mozart, Wagner, Presley...

[He gives a short, but not unpleasant laugh. He can almost pass as a regular man, at least around less intuitive people, largely because his voice isn't as metallic and mocking anymore, having been out of prison long enough to grease his social facade.

He touches his chin with a finger, almost thoughtfully.] Is Presley considered classical now? It seems I should immerse myself better in popular culture.

If you have a taste for Wagner, you must find a way to attend the Bayreuth Festival in Germany. There are few experiences that rival seeing the live, outdoor performance of Der Ring des Nibelungen.

He is if you're from Missouri. If you want good music, though, I'd look somewhere beside popular culture.

[She hides a smile, thinking of years ago and remembering watching the end of Die Walküre from a vantage point above the audience, rifle and scope at the ready.] I've always wanted to do that, I've heard it's incredible. Have you been?

[He chuckles. Anyone who can stay sharp and play their wits amiably in a conversation with a complete stranger is, in his book, worth any time given.

He smirks.] I could not agree more, though I find that declaration of "popular culture" is defined by one's social circles, rather than society's collective consensus. But then, I go out of my way to create circles of preference and avoid the rest - my opinion my be, for purposes of debate, arguably invalid.

[He regards her, impressed at how naturally a defensive guard falls over her, like fine silk. Effortless and tasteful. That was a rare trait indeed.

Hannibal gives a light smirk.] I have, and it is. Remarkable the difference before the wall fell, and after. Germany is a fascinating country.

[ And the smirk becomes lightly playful at the edge, vaguely fiendish.] Dare I say, more interesting than Missouri.

[He's no ordinary complete stranger. B may be clever, but she's nowhere near as clever as he is – the conversation comes easy enough, but it's as much an act as it is genuine.]

I wouldn't say invalid. Specialized, maybe, but anyone with the degree of education I assume you have is more knowledgeable than a layman.

[She watches the smirk form on his face, recognizing the edge to it. She's seen that smirk before, on Pai Mei and Bill's faces before they'd deal out a particularly debilitating blow, and she mentally braces herself. Her body tenses, nearly imperceptibly.] You were there when the Wall fell? What was it like? [Laughing, she nods in agreement.] Almost anywhere would be.

[He cocks his head, receiving and brushing over the compliment because it pleases him - clearly this woman is not going to fail his social standards, easily in any case.

A small nod in decline.] I was there years before and then traveled in passing years after. Not during. I can only imagine, though, how that felt.

[A dreamy sort of glaze crosses his gaze before he blinks, once, and looks downward briefly.] Driving through Missouri was enough, I think. I doubt I missed anything of cultural significance.

Do you travel much?

[Beatrix may be cut from rougher cloth than Hannibal but she's still got a certain amount of refinery to her. Still, if she knew exactly how high his standards really were, she'd be flattered that she'd met them.]

It must have been incredible. A change in regimes, after that long... I've heard the air was electric.

You're right about that. Except for the , there's not much worth seeing. [A nod, followed by a shrug.] My job used to require it. I've done less recently, but I still find time now and then. And you're not exactly stationary yourself, hm?

[In his eyes, perhaps a perceptive person could see, his are analyzing everything. Like a computer hourglass turns, should one dare to stare close enough, they would practically see the processing eplises in his irises.

He nods, dismissing temptation to inquire further as it would simply not due, not now, at this stage, with a stranger.

Which reminded him...neither knew the other's name. How terribly rude of him. Fortunately, his social grace could still be salvaged if the rescue was timed properly.] I was never sure I liked careerists, but your endurance towards frequent relocation, especially as a young woman, I should think, is admirable.

[He paused, where one would seem to be pondering whether or not they should inquire further details as too her occupation, but in truth he had already decided against that, and was only pausing for believably.] I fear in my enthusiasm regarding our unexpectedly refreshing conversation, I neglected to ask your name.

I am Dr. Gideon Quinn. [Of course, an alias. It left a bad taste in his mouth, but was entirely necessary.]

[She sees the shadow of concentration pass over his face, and knows instinctively that he's sizing her up, trying to figure her out. Great, time to pull out the lies again.]

There's nothing wrong with being professional. [For a fraction of a second she looks vaguely hurt, but nods as to the compliment.] Thank you. Travel broadens the mind, as they say, and my father always pushed me to learn all I could.

Oh! I'm so sorry. [Holding out a hand to shake, she flashes a sunny smile.] Pam Franklin. It's good to meet you, Dr. Quinn.

[Oh dear. No, no no. Now this wouldn't do at all.

Either they were both being fake now, or he was simply perceiving that way on his own accord - either way, he found the shift distasteful. His head cocked, his face a reflection of how he was forever frozen in many people's memory.]

Hm, yes. A rare pleasure. Which makes me wonder, why we are being dishonest with each other. [He had no reason to suspect her name was an alias as his was, nor did he intend to reveal his own - he was simply referring to the shift in the social aspect.]

[B blinks, her face a perfect mask of surprise – perfect startlement, especially at his sudden change in demeanor. She may have even worked in a bit of fear, or a close approximation thereof. Underneath it all, however, her mood sours – if this man can tell she's lying, that she isn't who she says, he's more dangerous than she anticipated.]

I wasn't aware we were. [Though she's got her doubts about the veracity of his alias. Seriously – Dr. Quinn? Either this guy is unfortunately named or he's a fan of the TV show.] Honestly, the pleasure's all mine.

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TAKE THAT DW

HAHA, SUCCESS!

8D

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