Hannibal's house, Sunday

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal was enjoying a nice, quiet day at home. He'd had a few too many of those lately, but since someone (Jono) had decided that his hobby gave them extra work, he was indulging in other ways; at the moment, he was composing on theremin.

Classes started tomorrow, so hopefully things would pick up a bit.


[OOC: Open post!]

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[furnaceface]

Look, it wasn't like Jono knew that he was messing up Hannibal's extracurricular activities! How would he? The artist behind the corpses he'd found had neglected to sign his work, after all.

Of course, Jono had the weekend off, what with needing to put together some manner of lesson plan to present to Rinoa before their first class on Friday, and since he was here, he figured it couldn't hurt to pay Hannibal a visit. The conversation was always enjoyable. And the food.

And other things, on occasion.

Besides, Hannibal would probably be interested in hearing about who was on the island again. So- there went Jono, ringing the doorbell. With his hand, in fact. On his first try!

He'd actually slept last night. That had been nice.

[sharp_as_knives]

Well done on the bell ringing, Jono! Hannibal answered the door, smiled, and let him in. "Hello. How have you been?" He looked definitely better than last time.

[furnaceface]

//I think I was almost attacked by armed new students at least one and a half times yesterday,// Jono shared, actually sounding cheerful about it as he nodded a hello and stepped into the house. //Never a dull moment when we get the new ones in, is there? And you?//

[sharp_as_knives]

"Well," Hannibal answered, chuckling, "nobody tried to attack me, at least. And none of the new students are in my class, so I should be safe. Are they aggressive, or simply scared?"

He led the way as he was talking, into the den with the fireplace, and took a moment to stoke it a bit.

[furnaceface]

//One is just frightened, I think. The other was a bit of both, and too bloody proud at admit the latter.// Jono paused just behind Hannibal, watching the embers flare for a moment. //I'm going to have to talk to the first again, I think. I'm fairly certain she was about to pull a gun. At least the second wasn't hiding that sword she was waving at me.//

Crazy girl.

[sharp_as_knives]

"Frightened children with guns are rarely a good thing." Hannibal set the poker down and sat, gesturing for Jono to do the same. "At least one of the new students is from another world, then? Or enjoys antiquated weaponry."

[furnaceface]

//I'm going out on a limb and guessing she's the former, since she immediately decided I was a mage and started talking about something-or-other I didn't completely grasp. We're under 'truce' now. Which I think is meant to mean that she won't stab me so long as I continue being right about how far up shit creek she is.//

He hadn't quite bothered to sort out the specifics of that one.

[sharp_as_knives]

"Let's hope she comes to her senses soon, then," Hannibal said. "It would probably be best if you didn't have to wound the children." Because he was under no illusions as to how that fight would go.

[furnaceface]

//I'd try to disarm her before I had to dis-arm her,// Jono replied, nodding. //She was also informed that waving that thing at other students won't be tolerated. We'll see how long she manages before she goes and does that. I haven't listened to the broadcast yet to see how she fared at the picnic, I'm afraid.//

[sharp_as_knives]

"Nobody pulled any sword, at any rate," Hannibal reassured him. "What was her name?"

[furnaceface]

//I... have no bloody blue,// Jono admitted, after a moment's pause. //She said she was a Seeker of Truth, which mostly meant she felt entitled to wave a sword around and make demands of a perfect stranger, but beyond that, I didn't really catch much about her.//

Oops?

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal shrugged. "Radio mentioned there was a young woman in armor who was a bit demanding - if that is her, her name is Cassandra. She apparently was unhappy with Anders, but no incidents."

[furnaceface]

Ah. Well, that got Jono wrinkling his nose a little bit. Anders, after all, was a mage, which she seemed to have a bit of a hate-on for.

//I'll have to check up on the lad at some point,// he decided, shaking his head. //How about you? How'd your yesterday go?//

[sharp_as_knives]

"The teacher I'm to show around is Hatter, so." Hannibal smiled. "It went fairly well. Yours?"

[furnaceface]

//No complaints, besides the sword,// Jono replied. //I was assigned to Bruce Wayne, who has experience with the island. Makes my job easy. The island's got another Tony Stark. You wouldn't know him. Brilliant scientific mind from one of those worlds like mine. Some of them are actually half-decent people. Oh, and Bob.//

You know. Just slipping that one in casually.

[sharp_as_knives]

"Bob the ghost?" Hannibal grimaced. "I heard his name on the radio, but it's common enough I had hoped it was someone else."

[furnaceface]

//The very same,// Jono replied, shrugging his shoulders a little. //Apparently he's teaching here this semester. Something about how we'd all be doomed if we had to fend for ourselves in the face of another magical attack...//

Jono was paraphrasing.

//I don't mind too much, mostly because it means I get to sit back and watch while he realizes that he actually has no idea how to deal with a pack of Fandom teenagers.//

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal grimaced. "I can't argue with his reasoning, I suppose. And he did prove helpful, if annoying." He hadn't left nearly as disgusting a feel in Hannibal's mind as Jono's ghost had.

[furnaceface]

//He's also offered to be my wingman,// Jono intoned. //Just so long as he gets to watch. You will be pleased to know that he's joined the 'Dress Jonothon Better' club. Apparently my leathers aren't adequate attire for teaching Fandom High students.//

Grumble.

[sharp_as_knives]

"He sounds absolutely terrifying so far," Hannibal noted.

Not that he didn't have his own concerns about Bob being here, but nobody had tried to arrest him yet.

[furnaceface]

//He's a menace,// Jono sighed. //I suppose the island's one saving grace is that he can't actually touch anything.//

Yes. That was clearly the upside to all of this.

[sharp_as_knives]

"And I very much doubt he can travel to Glacia, so you should be able to escape him easily," Hannibal pointed out. "How are things there?"

Were you actually using the break he was giving you, Jono?

[furnaceface]

You know, he actually was?

//Quieter,// Jono replied, sounding equal parts relieved and paranoid. //We've got most of the worst of the ones after Karla taken care of, nobodys been artfully pinned to the walls in weeks, and I've got a few of my officers looking into the leads our one living suspect has been so kind as to give us. Even managed to bring a few children home as a result. I've told them to call me if anything happens, of course.//

Shockingly, nothing had, yet.

[sharp_as_knives]

"Good. I'm glad to hear at least some of the children are well, too."

[furnaceface]

//Better than none,// Jono agreed, letting the 'still not good enough' hang there, unspoken. He figured Hannibal knew him well enough by now to know that much was eating at him. //Now the biggest hassle is waiting for Karla to give birth so that we can all get back to business as usual. Ought to be rather soon, now. And then I can put my focus on other things. My class here. Doing more to help people closer to me. Maybe get involved in the Boards again...//