Hannibal's house, Saturday afternoon

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal wasn't helping with the spell; he was certain there were enough others to handle that. He was taking advantage of Bob while he had him.

Yesterday and today, their free time had been evenly spent between food and music and experiences and placing the most powerful wards possible throughout Hannibal's house. Not to mention one or two on him, and that amulet for Jono.

Bob, to his credit, kept going even when he could feel the extra strength he'd been given start to fade away and the pull back to his skull begin. He sighed and set the last rune, pushing to complete it, then all but stumbled out of Hannibal's body.


[OOC: Bob's goodbye here, since it got a bit long, but open post is open!]

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[vdistinctive]

"Yeah, you've said that before." But most people who 'weren't fighters' weren't quite as good at fighting as Hannibal seemed to be. "Ain't exactly weighted properly, but by way of improvised bo or quarterstaves, you could do worse. You got some moves."

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal shrugged. "My moves mostly involve getting out of the way. And a bit of dance; I suppose that might help. And Jono," he nodded toward the other room, "and I have been spending some time at an orphanage; the children and I have both been learning some self-defense from him."

He eyed Eliot in amusement. "And unless it's an emergency, I'll thank you not to come grabbing my curtain rods."

[vdistinctive]

Eliot snorted a laugh at that. "Never know when you're going to have to fight with one," he said. "Maybe you should bring it to your self-defense class."

[sharp_as_knives]

"I'd rather leave it to hold up the curtains, thank you," Hannibal answered, smiling and shaking his head. He smoothed the last of the plaster down and stepped back to strip off his gloves.

"If you need to remove this too soon," he said, "soak it a bit first to soften. Then, you see this?" He pointed out a small ridge of gauze that trailed halfway down the cast. "Cut here with scissors or a knife and it will come apart. You should at least be able to get it off without further injury. But try not to have to, please."

[vdistinctive]

"I always try," Eliot said. It wasn't as though he enjoyed having to get into fights.

. . . Well, okay, actually yeah. He really did. But he wasn't out to prolong the healing period at all.

"Thanks, Doc. I owe ya." He said it lightly, but he didn't take it that way. The sooner he managed to pay that off, the better.

[sharp_as_knives]

As if that was a bad thing!

Hannibal nodded pleasantly. "You're welcome." He packed the plaster away and took out a small tab of pills. "Ibuprofen, 800 milligrams. If you find yourself taking too many, come see me or another doctor."

[vdistinctive]

Eliot slowly straightened up on the stool, preparing to stand. He'd managed to settle in a little too much, so it was something of a process. He held out his unbandaged hand for the pills. "Gotcha. Shouldn't be a problem."

If anything, he'd end up taking too few.

[sharp_as_knives]

Yes, Hannibal was getting that impression, but it warranted saying. He watched Eliot move for a moment, to make sure he would be fine getting home, but the island wasn't that big, after all.

"I suppose I should thank you as well," he said. "If not for you, Johnny Bartlett might have killed many others this week." And Hannibal really was fairly fond of some of them. And didn't want to tip off the rest.

[vdistinctive]

Eliot nodded seriously. "I know his type." And, but for the difference in central motivation, could have possibly ended up his type himself. "I'm just glad I managed to lock him down as long as I did. Last thing this island needs is a serial killer running around."

Mmm. Dramatic irony.