sharp_as_knives | Hannibal's house to the Arms Hotel, Thursday evening

Yesterday, Hannibal had been out of sorts. Unaccountably angry, he had taken a number of people’s business cards, deliberately given at least one patient advice that was bound to cause problems in her marriage, and given a professional colleague the rather sharp edge of his tongue. He had very much wanted to indulge in other hobbies, but maintained just enough sense to know that it would be a bad idea in that mood — which, naturally, made him even angrier. His basement wasn’t pretty now.

Today, though, he couldn’t shake a general feeling of unease. What if he had let something slip? What if Jack Crawford began to suspect him? Other things worried him, too: what if Will stopped agreeing to see him? What if Will were convicted? What if everything went wrong?

He cleaned up after his previous day’s rampage thoroughly, made absolutely certain the house was perfect, put on a good face for his patients, then packed quickly. If anything should happen, what if the plans he’d already put in place weren’t enough? Fortunately, he had a new alternative if he should have to lose himself for a while.

Taking enough for several days, Hannibal called ahead to the Arms Hotel, reserved their gourmet suite, and drove to the island causeway, making plans the whole way there. There were questions of banking, real estate, access... He had work to do.

[OOC: Mood crystals help with foreshadowing! \o/ Hannibal will be staying at the hotel for at least the weekend. Open for meeting him on the causeway or in the hotel, or phone calls and whatnot.]

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Raven wasn't leaving the island until whatever was affecting Jono was stopped, but after dealing with all the rage, Jono's and her own, she needed to take a short break. Taking a walk to clear her head was working a little, though how close she'd come to doing serious harm to Jono was refusing to leave her thoughts, feeding into her fear that it was inevitable that she'd turn on her friends.

As she rounded a corner near the hotel, she felt an unpleasant wave of anxiety. It had a familiar taste to it, but one she didn't know well yet. She couldn't ignore it, of course, so she began to trace it to the source, and was surprised to find it coming from Hannibal as he walked to the hotel from the opposite direction. She'd never picked up on any strong surges of emotion from him; he'd always felt very calm and in control to her. That, coupled with what she'd experienced with Jono, made her concerned.

"Good evening, Dr. Lecter," she said pleasantly as she drew nearer.

Hannibal almost jumped when she spoke to him, and chided himself. This pointless anxiety was unhelpful.

He gave her his best smile, though it might still have been a little strained. "Good evening, Raven. It's good to see you. How have you been?"

"I have been well," Raven ~~lied~~ said. She gave him a puzzled look. "But you appear to be worried about something. Is there anything I can do to help?"

Hannibal grimaced at his apparent inability to hide it. "I'm afraid not, but thank you. Merely a touch of free-floating anxiety. What brings you to Fandom?"

"I was just visiting Jonothon," Raven said. Yes. Visiting. Possibly naked visiting. That has been her plan, sadly derailed by the weird anger-generating stone in his shoulder.

She frowned a little, wondering if she should call Hannibal on his lie. At least he wasn't filled with blinding anger, she reasoned.

"Something has happened to him," she said. "There is something affecting his mood, and it has made him very angry. I tried to absorb it from him, but that made me angry, and I could not risk trying again. Perhaps you could speak to him? Maybe whatever it is will go away if we could find the root of his anger and help him deal with it."

She hoped. It was either that or trying to cut the stone out (not very appealing and not guaranteed of success) or let it run its course if it was Fandom weirdness.

She was welcome to call Hannibal on his slight shading of the truth, but he'd return the favor.

He frowned, wondering if Jono was okay, or if there were some real problem. "I can," he answered, nodding. "Probably not until tomorrow, though." It was fairly late now. If Jono were getting any actual sleep, he would hate to interrupt him. And if he were in a mood...well, Hannibal knew what his chances likely were in a fight.

He blew out a breath and tried to stop the incessant worried thoughts. "I was very angry yesterday." What if this were some Fandom oddity? What if it never stopped? Who would do this and why? "Influenced, you said?"

Raven peered at Hannibal for a moment. Were more people than Jono affected? Her head was throbbing, though, and it was hard for her to get a lock on if anything unnatural was affecting Hannibal's mood as well. And she was hardly going to ask him to take off his shirt in the street.

"There is a small crystal embedded in his shoulder," she said wearily. "It is what is affecting his emotions. It is like my chakra, but instead of helping to control emotions, it amplifies them. I cannot even touch it without being overwhelmed. I do not know if it is one of Fandom's random things or something more sinister. I do not think it is my brother, at least. I have one who can control Wrath."

Had she told you about her siblings, Hannibal? One for each sin! Would you like to meet Gluttony?

He'd be much more interested in Pride.

Hannibal frowned. "I can ask him." Maybe they could take it out? What if that made it worse? What if it wouldn't come out? Did he have one there, too? He didn't think so. Was somebody playing games with them all?

[OOC: Totally tweaking it so his is on his back somewhere, so the control-freak surgeon hasn't noticed it and cut it out already.]

Pride she could show him, if she ever managed to open herself up to him.

"Thank you," she said with a sigh of relief. "He is at his apartment now, but I needed some air to clear my head. The constant anger is exhausting and giving me a headache. But I dare not leave him too long just in case he loses his temper completely. He has enough sense of himself that I do not think he will, but just to be safe, in case it gets worse...."

She didn't want to think about that. It had already gotten ugly enough between them once.

"Perhaps tomorrow?" she said. "I want him to try to get some rest if he can tonight." Little did she know that Jono was already texting Hannibal of his own volition.

Hannibal nodded. "I'll speak with him tomorrow." Even if he was rather concerned. He was still more worried about himself, and he had plenty to do about that.

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"I appreciate that," Raven said.

She cocked her head and gave Hannibal another concerned look. "Are you sure there is nothing I can do for you?" she said, because pushy empath was a little pushy.

Why was she being so pushy? Did she know something? Hannibal would have to keep an eye on her. "Nothing, thank you."

"Well, if you change your mind, I will be at Jono's apartment," she said. "It is the least I can do after the fine meals you have invited me to. You are staying at the hotel tonight, instead of going home?"

She was starting to feel a little anxious herself due to Hannibal's mood. "I should allow you to continue on your way and get back to him," she said. "I must make certain he has not burned the store down." She gave Hannibal a tired smile. It was a joke. Mostly.

Hannibal frowned. "Do you think that likely?" He'd rather not die in a fire, thank you.

And no, he wasn't answering her question. She could probably tell the answer, and if not, he wasn't going to give anything away unnecessarily.

"I think part of him wants to, but as I said he is not completely out of control, and I will do my best to make sure he stays that way," Raven said. "Attempting to take his anger into myself is too dangerous to try again, but I can at least project calm on to him."

Hannibal nodded. "Please let me know if I can help. Otherwise, I'll talk to him tomorrow."

"Thank you," Raven said again. "And good night, Dr. Lecter. I hope you have a pleasant evening."

Not likely, but there seemed no point in worrying her with it. "And you," he answered politely.

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