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etrayalogs2024-10-31 12:25 am
relished) wrote in etrayalogs2024-10-31 12:25 am
( OPEN ) ALL HALLOW'S EVE FEAST
WHO: Hannibal & you!
WHEN: October 31st
WHERE: his house
WHAT: The All Hallows Eve Feast
NOTES\WARNINGS: MASSIVE TRIGGER WARNING: involuntary cannibalism and one (1) artsy nsfw painting*. the link is to the painting leda and the swan. it's labeled with the star (★).
[the preparation for the party was more grueling than he's used to -- he was always able to hire a service to help his parties go as smoothly as possible, but he had to request the help of a few bots as well as Krouse to ensure that he would not be the one doing the serving.
one must knock before entering; greeted by a companion bot to take a coat if they have one. guests are guided through the foyer to the living room, an earthy room with heavy animal imagery. people are encouraged to socialize and relax in front of the roaring fireplace. several small tables have centerpieces of wildflowers that Hannibal has collected and grown as he's spent his time here.
the kitchen is off-limits, but if one might happen to stray into the stark, morgue-like space before Hannibal politely ushers them back out, they'll see Clarke's drawing of the emberbloom and and shadowbloom flowers from months ago as the only picture on the otherwise spotless refrigerator. having the flier there is no accident. he meant for a few curious onlookers to see what is left of her. perhaps it's Hannibal's intention to lead old friends of Clarke's astray to believe he is responsible for her disappearance. he's able to play now, plucking at the strings of minds to enchant and mortify. he knows that suspicions will have risen, but after tonight he's prepared for the onslaught -- so why not have as much fun before the inevitable?
scents of roast meat, cranberries and rosemary embrace guests immediately, delightfully lacing through the halls while classical music beckons them further into unknown horrors. Krouse can be seen making rounds with hors d'oeuvres, an interesting combination of cubed watermelon with what appears to be proscuitto meticulously shaped in the form of a rose, while companion bots carry glasses filled with red wine from his personal collection.
the dining room is lush, one wall stocked with herbs and hanging rosemary and forest imagery. the other wall with a painting above another fire which crackles softly. the mantle, simple yet jarring; large horns on either side with smaller ones laid out between them. the centerpiece is ★Leda and the Swan★, looming as the horns threaten to swallow the painting whole. the table is already set, porcelain charger plates laid in their respective places, with clean empty glasses and three carafes filled with water along the center. small vases of more wildflowers are in along the spread with lit red candles as well, but the table itself manages not to look too busy. snow droplets silently stick to the glass doors and windows, making the home feel warm; gentle, even.
Leda and the Swan is not the only painting to fill his home - art is everywhere, from the foyer to the kitchen, paintings and lithographs can be found in every room. the living room is especially the most wild, with the large oak doors and polished desk and chairs with claws.
Hannibal languidly wanders to greet guests who have made their way inside, dressed in a three-piece suit as usual with a glass of red wine in hand, motioning to wine or snacks. the sophistication that exudes from his home (and himself) can't be missed. those who have never experienced wealth may feel out of place, yet directly eased into the mixed warmth that is passed out with food and wine.]
[after an appropriate amount of time of socializing has passed and he's had help from Krouse to set the table so all of the food is available at once, he alerts everyone by a gentle clink of metal against crystal.]
Dinner is served. Please make your way to the dining room.
[anyone who asks exactly what they are eating is informed that it is veal. "how did you get veal" one may ask, and he'll respond with a sly smile and a twinkle in his eyes. everything they have been consuming and continue to consume has been the body of Samil, every part harvested for use. a petite heart (yes, heart) tartare is served alongside a smaller version of osso buco, which he explains is a traditional Italian dish, with seasonal vegetables.
wine has been replenished, and once settled at the table he raises his glass.]
I hope everyone enjoys eating this meal as much as I did preparing it.
[dig in.]
(ooc: everyone welcome! top level as u desire, tag out to others, get hannibal, etc etc. if you dont want to do an open tl and only want hannibal make sure to add closed to your starter. i won't be adding a starter for him bc this entire party is basically one giant one for him and he can be approached anywhere :) any questions can be left here. ps do not have your character go upstairs that's insane, why would they do that, they'll be redirected ominously. )
WHEN: October 31st
WHERE: his house
WHAT: The All Hallows Eve Feast
NOTES\WARNINGS: MASSIVE TRIGGER WARNING: involuntary cannibalism and one (1) artsy nsfw painting*. the link is to the painting leda and the swan. it's labeled with the star (★).
[the preparation for the party was more grueling than he's used to -- he was always able to hire a service to help his parties go as smoothly as possible, but he had to request the help of a few bots as well as Krouse to ensure that he would not be the one doing the serving.
one must knock before entering; greeted by a companion bot to take a coat if they have one. guests are guided through the foyer to the living room, an earthy room with heavy animal imagery. people are encouraged to socialize and relax in front of the roaring fireplace. several small tables have centerpieces of wildflowers that Hannibal has collected and grown as he's spent his time here.
the kitchen is off-limits, but if one might happen to stray into the stark, morgue-like space before Hannibal politely ushers them back out, they'll see Clarke's drawing of the emberbloom and and shadowbloom flowers from months ago as the only picture on the otherwise spotless refrigerator. having the flier there is no accident. he meant for a few curious onlookers to see what is left of her. perhaps it's Hannibal's intention to lead old friends of Clarke's astray to believe he is responsible for her disappearance. he's able to play now, plucking at the strings of minds to enchant and mortify. he knows that suspicions will have risen, but after tonight he's prepared for the onslaught -- so why not have as much fun before the inevitable?
scents of roast meat, cranberries and rosemary embrace guests immediately, delightfully lacing through the halls while classical music beckons them further into unknown horrors. Krouse can be seen making rounds with hors d'oeuvres, an interesting combination of cubed watermelon with what appears to be proscuitto meticulously shaped in the form of a rose, while companion bots carry glasses filled with red wine from his personal collection.
the dining room is lush, one wall stocked with herbs and hanging rosemary and forest imagery. the other wall with a painting above another fire which crackles softly. the mantle, simple yet jarring; large horns on either side with smaller ones laid out between them. the centerpiece is ★Leda and the Swan★, looming as the horns threaten to swallow the painting whole. the table is already set, porcelain charger plates laid in their respective places, with clean empty glasses and three carafes filled with water along the center. small vases of more wildflowers are in along the spread with lit red candles as well, but the table itself manages not to look too busy. snow droplets silently stick to the glass doors and windows, making the home feel warm; gentle, even.
Leda and the Swan is not the only painting to fill his home - art is everywhere, from the foyer to the kitchen, paintings and lithographs can be found in every room. the living room is especially the most wild, with the large oak doors and polished desk and chairs with claws.
Hannibal languidly wanders to greet guests who have made their way inside, dressed in a three-piece suit as usual with a glass of red wine in hand, motioning to wine or snacks. the sophistication that exudes from his home (and himself) can't be missed. those who have never experienced wealth may feel out of place, yet directly eased into the mixed warmth that is passed out with food and wine.]
[after an appropriate amount of time of socializing has passed and he's had help from Krouse to set the table so all of the food is available at once, he alerts everyone by a gentle clink of metal against crystal.]
Dinner is served. Please make your way to the dining room.
[anyone who asks exactly what they are eating is informed that it is veal. "how did you get veal" one may ask, and he'll respond with a sly smile and a twinkle in his eyes. everything they have been consuming and continue to consume has been the body of Samil, every part harvested for use. a petite heart (yes, heart) tartare is served alongside a smaller version of osso buco, which he explains is a traditional Italian dish, with seasonal vegetables.
wine has been replenished, and once settled at the table he raises his glass.]
I hope everyone enjoys eating this meal as much as I did preparing it.
[dig in.]
(ooc: everyone welcome! top level as u desire, tag out to others, get hannibal, etc etc. if you dont want to do an open tl and only want hannibal make sure to add closed to your starter. i won't be adding a starter for him bc this entire party is basically one giant one for him and he can be approached anywhere :) any questions can be left here. ps do not have your character go upstairs that's insane, why would they do that, they'll be redirected ominously. )
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You sound entirely too much like an organized crime boss I know. Except it's a school.
[ Comparing him to Elias is sort of a terrifying compliment. It speaks well of Accelerator that Harold doesn't think the resemblance is too strong -- there's just a common thread there in wrangling a city full of horrible criminals into behaving with some kind of order. ]
All right. What does being an esper mean? What kind of power are you talking about?
[ Might as well get into it at this point. ]
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Technically, Academy City is made up of thousands of schools.
[He can't really argue about the mob boss thing, though being part of the mob would make his life a lot easier. The mob doesn't have to worry about working within the law.
Regarding his ability, he only gives a small shrug.]
I can manipulate vectors.
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Then: ]
You can manipulate anything with a magnitude and a direction? [ he asks in sheer disbelief. ] Is this standard?
[ This better be what makes Accelerator exceptionally powerful, and not just standard issue esper fare, or Harold is quitting his understanding of physics and reality and burying his head into Asimov until he forgets conventional laws. ]
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No, I'm the only one with the 'Accelerator' ability. [Part of the reason why he's the #1 Level 5.] Other abilities are shit like electromagnetism, telepathy, aerokinesis, that kind of thing. And only a couple of them come remotely close to what I can do.
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That's your ability, but also your name? [ he asks in a tone of surprise. No wonder it was so odd, if that was the case. Harold isn't going to cast judgment, but he is... a little concerned. What he's learned already has been highly dehumanizing; identity based on ability seems horrific to him. ]
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No, it's only the name of my ability. [Not his name-name, that would be silly. Who would name their kid Accelerator???] I just go by it instead of my real name.
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I won't comment on leaving behind your real name, [ he answers, because Harold is self-aware enough not to want to be an immense hypocrite, thank you, ] but it doesn't seem right to call you by the name of your ability.
[ He would hate to be treated that way. ]
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Well, half the time people are calling me other shit, like the #1, or 'the Strongest,' or Board Chairman. That is, if they're not going with a curse or whatever.
[So basically, people call him a whole lot of things except his actual name. He's long since gotten used to this, so he shrugs indifferently.]
It's all the same thing to me. Why's it matter?
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It's reductive. [ Better than saying dehumanizing, probably, though the tone behind his word choice is obvious. ] What is your name?
[ Because he's definitely going to use it, and he's actually annoyed he can't just hack into records and look it up like he usually would. Having to ask is novel and disagreeable. ]
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That's the easy answer. Putting up a wall over this, because it's something he's used to, and not caring if Harold gets offended or annoyed with him. Most people are, so it's whatever.
The thing is, though, Harold is right. Accelerator doesn't want to admit it, even to himself, but it is reductive. It's dehumanizing. Most people don't deserve that.
Whether he does or not, that's the sticking point with him. But it's enough that he refrains from cursing Harold out, instead giving him a long, level stare.]
I'm not that person anymore. [He settles for that, since it's true. He isn't that little kid anymore, he hasn't been for a long time.] Just stick to 'Accelerator.'
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He also realizes this is him admitting he's using a fake name, but he hasn't used his real one in so long, using Finch is itself its own sort of concession. It's the realest one he has now. ]
Let me know if you decide on one, will you?
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He supposes he shouldn't be.
Frowning a little, that's enough to make him not outright dismiss the notion.]
.... Yeah, fine.