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]

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.