Hannibal's house, Wednesday

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal heard the first thud against the wall as he was finishing his coffee.

He went to look out the window, and saw a number of...flying eels with scuba gear on? He watched them for a few minutes, until one of them decided the flamingos on his lawn looked tasty. It got away, leaving a scattering of feathers on the ground and shrieking almost as loudly (though not nearly as shrilly) as the eel.

Hannibal sighed and went to get his rifle.

"This was not the argument about fish I was hoping to have today."


[OOC: Open post!]

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[furnaceface]

//There are... vague glimmers of something, though mostly they run on instinct,// Jono replied, pulling this one in as well. //It's less conscious thought, and more a basic animal awareness. They know something is holding them in place, they want to put an end to that, they're hungry, they're annoyed, there's pain, and then they stop. That's it. They just stop.//

That's what death was to his senses, more or less. A mind one moment, and then none at all.

//I could let you feel what I'm feeling, if you like. I'm not certain you'd enjoy it. It takes a bit of work to distance your own self from another mind once you're touching it that way. Especially one that really has no sense of 'self' to begin with. Not the way we know it. It isn't that it imposes itself on you, so much as that it focuses so completely on whatever stimulus it's responding to. It only can process so much at once.//

[sharp_as_knives]

If there was one constant in Hannibal's life, it was curiosity. If there was a second, it was probably death. "I believe I'd like to know," he answered. "Although -" He put the safety back on the rifle and propped it against the wall. Because maybe holding it ready to fire while not in his right mind wasn't the smartest thing in the world.

[furnaceface]

//Probably a good idea,// Jono noted, nodding his approval at the unhanded weapon. //You might actually want to take a seat for this. If you've never felt it before, it can be a bit jarring.//

A bit. You know. In that way that only experiencing a death second-hand possibly can.

//Especially since without you shooting, it's going to have to be fire.//

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal nodded and found a spot on the porch clear from eel guts to sit on, leaning up against the wall.

[furnaceface]

Jono watched him for a moment, keeping an eye on the eels as best he could, and then nodded, satisfied, when it looked as though he'd settled in. Connecting with another consciousness was a strange enough experience for the uninitiated, never mind connecting with it in order to feel it die.

Still, Jono strung up a loose link between himself and Hannibal, something very similar to what he usually put in place in order to be able to taste, only in reverse, to let him feel an echo of whatever it was that Jono was picking up from the next eel.

//Ready whenever you are, mate.//

There was an eel drifting dangerously close to a flamingo - that was going to be their test subject, then.

//Just say the word, and that one right there'll get it.//

[sharp_as_knives]

They'd done this before, so Hannibal could feel what Jono felt. It had been a while, though, and it took a moment to become accustomed just to that much. Then he nodded. "I'm as ready as I'll be."

[furnaceface]

//I suppose you are,// Jono agreed, giving a thoughtful nod before turning his focus back toward the eel.

He spared Hannibal his own sensations, at least- the focus and the twisting feeling as he reached out with his powers, the slight throb in his head as he diverted his attention in a few directions at once. The burst of energy, of himself that went flying out toward the creature.

Instead, he let Hannibal experience only what he was picking up from the eel as his flames made contact with it; the hunger, as he'd described it. The awareness that there was prey, which was suddenly, jarringly replaced with the awareness that it was being restrained, attacked, predator predator predator pain, and the urge to violently fight against it, thrashing and howling and snapping impotent jaws at the burning, until-

Jono let his flames dissipate, and the ashes of the eel along with them, before he turned again to check up on Hannibal.

[sharp_as_knives]

That was...different. Hannibal had a strong enough sense of self on his own to hold tight to it and not be swamped by the eel, but it was still rather intense. He took a moment longer to experience the peculiar beauty of the sensation, careful to keep his face blank, before taking a deep breath and opening his eyes.

"You feel that every time?"

[furnaceface]

//If I'm using my fire,// Jono agreed. //I could probably stand to reinforce my inner barriers so that I don't. In some cases it would be... useful.//

Like any situation where he didn't want to be left reeling due to the experience. He hesitated a moment, carefully breaking the psionic link between them, and then offered Hannibal a hand to his feet.

//But for things like this, it isn't much of a problem, really.//

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal took the hand up with a nod of thanks. "I can see where it would be dangerous not to," he agreed.

"Thank you." He took a deep breath. "We should probably get back to defending these useless birds."

[furnaceface]

//Lord knows they're not going to do it for themselves,// Jono agreed, looking back out toward the yard. //I can cover it, if you need another minute to get your bearings again. I understand.//

[sharp_as_knives]

"I'll be fine." Hannibal picked up the rifle and took another deep breath. "This will help me focus, I think."

[furnaceface]

//Suit yourself, mate,// Jono replied with a shrug of his shoulders. //As we were, then? I hold 'em, and you shoot?//

[sharp_as_knives]

"As we were," Hannibal agreed. "See how still you can hold them without burning them."

[furnaceface]

//We should have this down to a science in no time,// Jono decided, reaching out with his flames for another eel. //Alright then. Let's make this quick.//