Hannibal's home, Baltimore

[sharp_as_knives]

After the rehearsal, Hannibal headed home and brought up a copy of the script on his tablet. Really, a play? What had he been thinking?

Well, that he'd have two fairly dangerous people in his debt, naturally. But still. He poured himself a nice glass of wine, put on some music, took off his jacket and shoes, and sat down with his tablet to go over both the script and the latest local news.



[OOC: expecting one, open to calls or whatnot!]

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[myownface]

"We actually met in an argument in Skywalker's Ethics class where I had to explain to him why I thought an experiment in measuring privilege was a pretty shit move. He figured Skywalker did it so that people could, like, bend over backwards to avoid offending we poor folk."

Thus, so far as Sparkle saw it, totally missing how the point was probably more along the lines of making the people who had wound up ahead of the line stop for a moment to consider how freaking lucky they were to have things like books and someone tucking them into bed at night.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal frowned faintly. "Forgive me - when you say he has problems understanding human, do you mean he actually isn't human, or merely that he's incredibly out of touch with everyday people?"

Questions he had never thought he'd have to ask.

[myownface]

Sparkle hesitated for a moment, and then, finally, he shrugged.

"Both? Something like that. Alec sucks at interpersonal relationships and Shadowhunters aren't normal, I know that. They've got all this... superhuman demon-killing somethingorother. Anyone that's not like them is a mundie. A mundane. So..."

He shrugged. He wasn't supposed to talk shit about himself, but the 'not good enough' hung there in the air all the same.

[sharp_as_knives]

"So they see themselves as superior because of these abilities, and the rest of us - you and me, for example - aren't worthy of consideration."

[myownface]

"That's kind of what it's starting to feel like," Sparkle mumbled, sinking down into his jacket a little anyhow. "We get the cute little nickname, they get to run around with their superpowers or whatever, pretending to be better than us when they're really just made for something different."

Sparkle didn't care how many demons they could kill in a night. He knew his way around a kitchen better than Isabelle, and his way around getting himself dressed in the morning without parental supervision better than Alec.

[sharp_as_knives]

"That is a very good way of looking at it," Hannibal noted. "We may not have their skills, but we have others." He smirked a little. "Let me assure you, you are a much better cook than Isabelle will ever be." He shrugged. "I don't know what skills Alec might have. But while it makes them different, I would certainly argue that it makes them no better."

[myownface]

"He can shoot a bow and arrow," Sparkle mumbled. "He was teaching me how."

And he'd been impressed that a mundane like Sparks could pick up on it so quickly as to actually hit the target on his first day learning, too. Not the bullseye, the target.

"I can't see myself up on the roof of the dorms during an invasion, picking off the monster-of-the-week like a badly-dressed guy in a superhero ensemble movie, though."

[sharp_as_knives]

"Perhaps not," Hannibal allowed. "But archery is a skill that can be learned; if you had practiced all your life, you might be as good as he." He shrugged. "Or not. Or you might be better. Lack of opportunity doesn't make you less worthy of respect."

"Regardless," he raised an eyebrow at Sparkle, "I like to think you're intelligent enough to stay out of the way of any monsters. At least those that won't be defeated by a pricing gun."