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[augerofcuriosity]

Are you all right over there?

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Oooooh. Couldn't resist. only ever read the books.

[emilblonsky]

"Just. Lovely." He grumbles as he picks himself off the ground. He was not the clumsy sort, but even he was liable to tripping when turning around to check his six. Wearing a black shirt and some old camouflage pants, he clearly doesn't care about advertising his background.

[dhil]

[Them? They're fine! No its normal for them to... y'know... fall all over everything. Literally everything. They didn't mean to break that lamp, it's not their fault!

They are still on the floor, tangled in their robe, looking both confused and miserable all at the same time, as well as very, very apologetic. That's one overturned coffee table, a broken lamp, a bunch of scattered magazines and maybe some scuffed shins.

Sorry sir]

oh hai! just like Blonsky, /I/ couldn't resist... x3

[under_separate_cover]

Oi! I'm fine, really! Just FINE! [Of course, she doesn't look fine, teetering all over the damned place.] I mean, really, now: can I just-- sit down 'ere for a minute? Without you making a case for sectioning me into detox over it...?

It's not often I hear that! It's been a while since I saw Blonsky's film.

[augerofcuriosity]

"Good." Is said with an air that could be sarcastic or merely light. He's watching Blonsky over the edge of a book in his lap. "In a hurry today?" Most are, on public transport systems. Hannibal only takes the bus when he has something in mind that would be hindered by a bulky car and the necessity of parking it.

If there's a flicker of recognition across Hannibal's face, it could just be for identifying the camo print. Perhaps.

i have seen you around before but never been tagged by you; hello!

[augerofcuriosity]

[Perhaps it was an odd sentence to open up with, to be fair. Hannibal's hand is only just now retreating from where he'd hit the lights for his office and been greeted with...what could kindly be called 'chaos'. It's not the typical view he expects during his morning routine of opening his work area for the day.

The intruder doesn't respond. Well. So much for acting intimidatingly calm about this incident.

Hannibal takes a few moments to assess for threat and, still not seeing anything definitive, turns to hang up his outer coat on the rack nearby. Perhaps sticking to the initial plan of being chillingly nonchalant will garner answers about the strange man strewn across his (tragically disordered) office.]

I didn't quite catch that. I hope you didn't bite your tongue in that fall. [That fall which seems to have cost him the lamp he bought in Italy several summers ago. Ouch.]

oh goooodness hello <3

[dhil]

[Sorry, Hannibal. They never have much to say. They huff, shoulders sagging dramatically. They don't seem to be aware of sign language either, so they're going to communicate in pantomime. Sorry, man.

They finally manage to untangle themselves from their robe and stand up, all seven feet of them looming up impressively. Despite that they don't seem particularly intimidating. They're a bit too skinny for that.

They sadly look over at the lovely lamp that's broken, and back at him, clasping their hands and bowing their head. A silent apology.]

Also, *love* the choice of face for Hannibal.

[emilblonsky]

Blonsky settles onto the chair with a harried sigh, and a look that says he's disappointed in himself for tripping like some soft-shelled recruit. He's more concerned about what might be out the window behind him, that he barely catches that flicker in the corner of his eye. He's not certain if its paranoia finally sinking into his brain, or something to be concerned about, but losing someone who was failing to subtly tail him has most of his attention at the moment.

"Hm." He grumps with an annoyed nod. "Forgot my 7-Ps this morning." He was conceding he had no one to blame but himself, but it was difficult to plan for someone showing up and tracking you when you weren't expecting it. Still, he feels he should have had a better idea of how to handle it than tripping over his own feet just to get onto a bus.

<3

[augerofcuriosity]

[Well that is. Almost unnecessarily tall. Even if the effect is most like a needle being balanced on its point.

And-- is it just Hannibal, or are this intruder's eyes a bit...off?

He just nods at the continued silence, watching the creature (for Hannibal is beginning to collect his doubts as to it being human) instead of looking towards his lamp when it does. He has to make a decision, so he makes the one that involves the least blood and effort, and draws himself up.] Well. Apology accepted.

But if you are alright after that tumble - can you tell me why you were here?

[Among the multiple items needing to be realigned from having been shoved out of the way, Hannibal is counting that broken lamp as the most immediately-pressing. So he's going to go to a smooth wall panel - a tastefully hidden cupboard - and take out a broom and dustpan.]

[dhil]

[It is entirely unnecessarily tall. They can't help it though. Sorry, Hannibal.

When he seems to accept their apology, they relax a little, looking a little happier about things. Well, at least he's not mad, right? There isn't much they can do about the lamp, they're no miracle worker after all.

As for the answer to that question, they pause, and then mime writing across their palm. They ah... can't answer that without some paper.]

Just to clarify - how unnatural is their appearance? Are their eyes glowing as in icons?

[augerofcuriosity]

[This mime is easy enough to follow, even if unexpected. Hannibal eyes him with a head tilted to the left, and carefully leans the broom against the (currently misaligned) coffee table. Alright, then.

The steps over to his office desk aren't hurried. This is strange in a way that is rapidly becoming non-threatening, even if someone breaking into his office is enough to raise some hackles. When in Rome, do as the...unnamed creatures of darkness do?

Hannibal locates a pen and a notebook, flipping it over to an unmarked page. He presents it like a small gift with both hands, standing very close to the - to his perception - other man.

There is some small measure of curious enjoyment in not talking, so he doesn't say a word.]

Yep, their eyes glow just like the icons do

[dhil]

[They seem very pleased that Hannibal is playing along, and take the offered notebook and pen happily. Now they can actually talk, which is good, they do actually enjoy doing it. A lot.

As for why they are here? They really want to make sure what language is appropriate, so there are three answers.

One in Arabic.

One in Tahaggart.

And one in broken English]

Wandering. I wander. I found.

okay!

[augerofcuriosity]

[Hannibal considers it for a moment, but then takes the notebook back to read it, rather than simply peering over the other's arm. For all the languages he speaks, he knows just enough about Arabic to recognize that's what the script is, and to recognize he understands absolutely none of what it says. The second one is a complete mystery.

But he also wonders about the language issue - the English looks to be the least lengthy of the three - and he knows some languages are commonly spoken in that same area of the world. Perhaps they'll have one in common outside of limited English. So he writes down, in French as well as English:]

I see. You're curious. What do you do with the things you find?

[dhil]

[They really didn't expect him to know what Tahaggart was, to be fair. But there was always the hope. They wait politely for him to finish writing before taking it back and reading it. They seem completely flummoxed by the French, and underline it several times, putting a question mark next to it.

They do answer the English though. They can basically understand it]

Learn. See. Want to know many things. Have not seen yet! Nice in here too.

[Of course they've never been in a mental health office before in their life. Judging by how cheerful they are, they probably never needed it either.]

[augerofcuriosity]

[It's only the smallest of disappointments, that English is their only common ground. He's spoken it for long enough by now that it comes to him as easily as his mother tongue - but there's always the excitement of switching. He thinks he hides the flicker well; it's a matter of opinion.

He can hide it further with a smile, of course.]

I hope you think so. I have made an effort to make this place seem welcoming.

[He breaks the game of responding with the paper - perhaps because of his not-disappointment, perhaps for speed.]

Do you know where you're exploring? --Where you are? [To any degree of specificity. 'On earth', 'on Charles Street in Baltimore', etc. And what level of vocabulary is going to confuse instead of incite answers?]

Ahh thank you! I'm so flustered when picking them but he has a lot of the facial things I imagined..

[augerofcuriosity]

[ooc; and just a note that i'm often a bit slow! it doesn't mean lack of interest, but if you ever feel like dropping/starting a new thread, always feel free to let me know :)]

Seated across from him on the only half-filled bus means it's possible to still watch the newcomer while not twisting around on his chair. The book stays in his lap, his eyes catching at the words and at Blonsky in equal measure. "I've found being prepared can help with most emergencies. Perhaps not poorly-designed bus floors, however."

Not that it's common to hear military slang - from British folk - very often. It has mental notes rising in his mind like smoke, Hannibal peering through their hazy light for the significance behind it.

[emilblonsky]

[ooc: BTW, me too! Feb has been busy but backtags and slowtags are always a lovely surprise in my inbox!]

A faintly crooked smile briefly graces Blonsky's face, the look expressing amusement though not the kind that most people would consider friendly. It's not often people know exactly what he's talking about, but when they do, it catches his attention. He turns a bit in his seat so he can talk more directly to the man, content for now that his tailing annoyance has been lost for a short while.

"Perhaps not. But a little situational awareness goes a long way." Blonsky's a perfectionist in his own way. Constantly minding the details kept him alive this long, he wasn't about to let that habit lax. Keeping his eyes open let him survive through his two most recent encounters that should have killed him. The second of which, had found its way into news and youtube channels, much to the chagrin of some people.