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[After a moment there is a new notice, this time the girl speaks in a cheerful voice]
Hello! This is Himawari. If you have a question about the city or wish to have some assistance looking up jobs or places for rent, please leave me a message and I will get back to you as soon as possible!

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eats_the_rude
Nov. 15th, 2011 08:05 am (UTC)
[Call - 11/14/11 11:30PM]
[Charming girl. He'd listen quietly, patiently to the voicemail...His familiar french 'purr' left in the recording.]

Mademoiselle, I heard that there may have been an...[a slight click of teeth] incident at the baseball diamond the day before. I was called away to an appointment so I was unable to see it for myself. I hear there may have been a medical curiosity...But I suppose you shall tell me about it when you are able.

Until then.

['Click'.]
controllingluck
Nov. 16th, 2011 04:41 am (UTC)
[Call - 11/14/11 11:47PM]
[This late in the evening she was starting to wind down for her nap. Nap, simply because she couldn't sleep well in the night, the creatures and darkness always managed to keep her up, no matter how hard she tried. Settling down into her couch, hair wrapped up in a towel and fresh PJs on she pulled up her laptop style NV and looked over messages.]

[There were a few of them, some spam, some for work, some for school and one... ah, she settled back and saved this one, replaying it first before deciding that 17 minutes wasn't too late to call back tonight. If anything she could leave a message as well.]

[Calling back she let it ring, a hand rubbing over her forehead again to stave off the headache that had started to grow. Yesterday was weird as hell and today wasn't any better.]

[She waited for him to pick up, or she would leave a message for him in return]
eats_the_rude
Nov. 16th, 2011 08:42 am (UTC)
[Fortunately he was rather the kind of person who stayed up until dawn and slept well into the late morning. As Will had noted in their time together he was not what you would call a morning person, but rather was very much a night owl.

So it was that he was reading over something when her call came through, and flipping open the cell phone he held it to his ear to speak into the receiver gently:]


Bon soir.
controllingluck
Nov. 17th, 2011 03:01 am (UTC)
[Himawari was a morningnight person. She was cheerful and awake at any point of the day...]

Bon soir misure Gremil [she said in her best French, smiling at the NV receiver.] I'm returning your call. [a small pause] You said you were interested in... ah, the incident, yesterday?
eats_the_rude
Nov. 17th, 2011 04:08 am (UTC)
[ A glimmer in his eye as he loses focus of the Memory for just a moment, his face changing, becoming older and voice turning a little more metallic, though that could've just as easily been distortion due to the phone quality.. Monsieur.But he'll not correct her, merely smile though she could not see it.]

Yes...Was there something unusual about it?
controllingluck
Nov. 17th, 2011 04:14 am (UTC)
[She noticed nothing of the change, at the moment. The NV could do those things easy enough, or our surroundings. As for Monsieur, she should have got that one right, but clearly she hadn't been focusing on things properly in the last few days. If they were to speak in French at all she was bound to foul the beautiful language up completely.]

Other then it was a talking head and scattered body parts? [Because that there was rather unusual to her... very much!] He... wasn't in pain or anything. Just angry. Though I really can't blame him for that, considering he was just... ah, a head.
eats_the_rude
Nov. 17th, 2011 04:32 am (UTC)
[He'd keep his tone smooth--unevenness would be more noticeable after all. But Lecter was always still. Almost...too still according to Commendatore Pazzi. But he feared nothing, not even this girl discovering his true identity. In a sense Robert was himself at a younger age. The face and name were simply...twisted in a way that he had become a separate part of himself.]

Just a head? A talking, disembodied head? How peculiar.

[And fascinating. If she could've seen him his eyes would've been smoldering. He would've liked to have seen it. Defying death was always a rather interesting concept to him, especially given his apparent love of unusual and what others would consider morbid subjects.]

Oh? How do you surmise he survived?

Edited at 2011-11-17 04:34 am (UTC)
controllingluck
Nov. 17th, 2011 05:10 am (UTC)
Just a head. A talking head. And... and body parts. Just, the pull had him scattered all over the field and he was just... talking.

[she paused, rubbing at her forehead and frowning. Talking to Sylar in the same day as that also made things... hard. She tried to ignore the headache, tilting back into the couch to calm herself]

I'm not really sure. It seems like he might be immortal? Though I head if you take the head off of an immortal they die, so I'm not sure. Then again legends everywhere are different but--oh, I'm sorry, I'm rambling. It was just very... well, it was the strangest pull I've seen.
eats_the_rude
Nov. 17th, 2011 05:38 am (UTC)
The Pull...Oh yes.

[A nasally breathing sound. He was imagining it in vivid detail, though he would put a Totenkopf in place of the victim's face. A skull would have been a bit more..poetic. But the fact that it was a living...part of a being which had not died made him quiver, perhaps in delight.]

Immortal..? There are different cultural beliefs on this, to be certain...But please do go on.

Did it disturb you? Frighten and sicken you?
controllingluck
Nov. 17th, 2011 05:46 am (UTC)
[She felt that his speech had changed a bit, not his normal careful self, but she didn't mention it. It wasn't important. This was just Robert after all.]

There are cultural beliefs of all types, but there are also living facts wandering around in this city. [this was pointed out lightly, though she was sure he already understood that. Hell, to Himawari, they (the Newcomers) were all immortal, if they continued to return after death and death. She had after all.]

I... [These questions were the ones that made her feel as if something was different and yet... she shook her head, frowning. How to explain] I... will admit. It did make me feel sick. I was scared, yes, but worried for him. It looked... horrible. I thought it must be very painful too.

[Why was Robert so easy to talk to, even with morbid things?] It... did frighten me but it was also... ah, interesting. [she felt a little guilty for saying so]
eats_the_rude
Nov. 17th, 2011 05:55 am (UTC)
[..Yes. 'Just' Robert. This is what made him formidable, in that he was able to disguise himself in such a way that he would be thought of in those terms. He couldn't possibly be a cannibalistic killer, now could he?]

I haven't seen a full menagerie as to what you call living examples, but you seem like you have much more knowledge than I do regarding such matters.

[Still, the concept would take some getting used to. Lecter might take such things in stride, to a point.]

Did he seem in pain? Or express any discomfort?

[A measured breathiness in his tone, though he was heavily invested in gathering information which...tickled his imagination.]

Yes. It is, isn't it?
controllingluck
Nov. 17th, 2011 06:23 am (UTC)
[sadly she was a honest to goodness trusting person. By now one would think she would have learned, with all the moments of betrayal and pain she had suffered in the past three years... she still trusted people]

I've met a few people who seem unable to die. Immortal in most cases. Searching the news of the past as well as history points out a few. It's fascinating, really.

[unseen to the other, she shifted in her seat, moving to flop over, like a teen on a phone, only much less oblivious or relaxed. She lay down in the couch, NV still in place and frowned, thinking over what to say]

Discomfort only in the fact that he was mad and a little helpless. Just a head after all. He was very mad when someone he knew showed up as well but... no, he didn't seem in pain. Just said he... or someone, would Bless the person who put him back together. That will take a damn lot of work, considering how many parts he seemed to be in. I couldn't really count it, really. He was... fine. No discomfort other then Miss Castor picking his head up.

[she frowned deeper, feeling guilt for being interested. A hand went to her belly, feeling mildly sick again. It was a human life... scattered all over the place. She had seen it before, thanks to the darkness, but it still made her feel gross]

It shouldn't... be so interesting though, should it. That's not normal, is it? Not that being a talking head is normal either...
eats_the_rude
Nov. 18th, 2011 08:38 am (UTC)
[So he was beginning to see. Fierce loyalty and trust could easily get her into hot water here, where monsters with the masks of men lurked about corners unseen. She had a..undeniable amount of poor luck, it would seem. Or maybe that was simply part of her gullibility leading her unwittingly into traps. She appeared more intelligent than that, however.]

In the case of most who have arrived here, yes. I've been told as much. But not necessarily those who are considered to be 'local'?

[Lecter was not one who was easily riled; in fact, he barely budged an inch from the comment, letting his eyes wander about the room in which he currently occupied. The heavy draperies were emerald and gold-embroidered, smothering the pane of glass with the thickness of fabric. He reached out to touch it, the velvety texture rubbing smooth against his fingertip.]

It rather reminds me of a story written by the Brothers Grimm. Darker fairytales, you might say...

But it is only within human nature that we be intrigued by the oddities of the world. Had we not that fascination the world would be rather dull indeed, I think.
controllingluck
Nov. 19th, 2011 04:22 am (UTC)
[These things would get her into all the trouble ever. Her Bad luck will do the rest.]

Not all of the of course, but there are some cases of it. The darkness man, the one who writes about the beasts? Darwin Watts. I've bear that he's been here since the start of the island. Or so it seems. We've seen birthday parties for people who were 300 or older. It's... kind of interesting.

[Oh but the Brothers Grimm? She smiled, loving the strange fairy tails and such. How witches ate children and evil queens had failed princesses for breakfast before the next one showed up. Japan had some really messed up tails as well, some about the headless, no less]

It reminds me of a few stories, actually. I wish i had some of the older darker fairytales though. At least those stories don't make me feel sick. but I suppose yo're right. It's just... human nature.

Edited at 2011-11-19 04:23 am (UTC)
eats_the_rude
Nov. 19th, 2011 07:01 am (UTC)
[300...Well, that was quite a number. Though not exactly a comparison to Methuselah, who'd lived to be over 900 years old. Through man's folly however those years started to quickly dwindle away...He wondered if that could be reflected in the City's denizens here. But then there was still the idea of Resurrection to contend with.

Imagine his amusement if he knew God—or a version thereof—was here in the City?]


I'll have to tell you one from France, some time.

[Or from Germany, which is where the Grimm tales originated.]

Edited at 2011-11-19 07:03 am (UTC)
controllingluck
Nov. 19th, 2011 10:17 pm (UTC)
[How about several versions of 'god' or just gods in general? She had noticed there was a strange influx of powerful beings that were generally deemed a god here or there.]

I would like that, very much. Old fables and folklore was always interesting to me. A friend of mine was studying it, last I heard.

[Besides, folk lore was a easier topic then body-less men and talking heads. She some how went from talking to Sylar in jail to dealing with a blown up body at work It had truly been a strange and messed up day.]

Have you ever had to deal with a body that was blown up? I don't think i should bother asking if he was alive still but... [he is a medical student after all]
eats_the_rude
Dec. 17th, 2011 07:34 pm (UTC)
Better late than never?
[Discoveries of that nature could be made In due time. For now he'd more important things to mull over.]

Oh, the older stories certainly have a...charm to them. You'll see.

[A hidden smile as the reflection from the glass of the window shone in the whites of his eyes, little pinpoints of red within his pupils.]

...Yes.

[During the war there was quite a few of them. But he'll not elaborate.]

I've never seen a case quite like this, if that's what you're asking. But there have been instances...

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