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entrancelogs2014-10-20 07:17 pm
thepointisdolphins) wrote in entrancelogs2014-10-20 07:17 pm
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Who: Crowley and Hannibal Lecter
Where: The bar
When: Now
Rating: PG-13ish for mentions of cannibalism, death, murder, all that fun stuff
Summary: It's time for a little old-fashioned retribution
The Story:
Crowley thinks it's high time he stopped sitting on his thumbs.
He had waited to do some some last-minute research, and also to wait for a time when they wouldn't be interrupted by some ridiculous event. It's a damn good thing. Crowley wouldn't be able to live with himself if he had started singing his intentions to the good doctor.
He still isn't entirely sure what he's going to do. He's going to kill Hannibal Lecter. That part is non-negotiable. But he's never actually dealt with a serial killing cannibal before. He's...curious. Curious if the books and movies are all accurate. Curious about what kind of person Hannibal really is. And curious about what kind of person he'll be in the face of his own death.
He knows that Jack the Ripper begged.
The question now is how to lure the doctor out.
Crowley almost wants to just be straightforward, slip a note under the door in the vein of "I know what you did." But somehow he doesn't think that will cut it. Other people have accused him of being that Hannibal Lecter before and he always seems to brush it off. Water off a duck.
No, it would have to be something less obvious. Well, they've talked before about how they should actually meet in person one of these days. Maybe that would be enough.
He sends Hannibal a private message, asking the doctor if he wants to finally meet and get that drink. It's a shame they've never met in person till now, isn't it? They should really amend that. He has a fifty year-old scotch that the doctor might like. There are just so few people worth talking to around here.
He tries to keep it as casual as he can. Then he sends it off and waits for a reply. He's already in the bar. If Hannibal doesn't show up today, that's fine. Crowley's a demon. He has all the time in the world.
Where: The bar
When: Now
Rating: PG-13ish for mentions of cannibalism, death, murder, all that fun stuff
Summary: It's time for a little old-fashioned retribution
The Story:
Crowley thinks it's high time he stopped sitting on his thumbs.
He had waited to do some some last-minute research, and also to wait for a time when they wouldn't be interrupted by some ridiculous event. It's a damn good thing. Crowley wouldn't be able to live with himself if he had started singing his intentions to the good doctor.
He still isn't entirely sure what he's going to do. He's going to kill Hannibal Lecter. That part is non-negotiable. But he's never actually dealt with a serial killing cannibal before. He's...curious. Curious if the books and movies are all accurate. Curious about what kind of person Hannibal really is. And curious about what kind of person he'll be in the face of his own death.
He knows that Jack the Ripper begged.
The question now is how to lure the doctor out.
Crowley almost wants to just be straightforward, slip a note under the door in the vein of "I know what you did." But somehow he doesn't think that will cut it. Other people have accused him of being that Hannibal Lecter before and he always seems to brush it off. Water off a duck.
No, it would have to be something less obvious. Well, they've talked before about how they should actually meet in person one of these days. Maybe that would be enough.
He sends Hannibal a private message, asking the doctor if he wants to finally meet and get that drink. It's a shame they've never met in person till now, isn't it? They should really amend that. He has a fifty year-old scotch that the doctor might like. There are just so few people worth talking to around here.
He tries to keep it as casual as he can. Then he sends it off and waits for a reply. He's already in the bar. If Hannibal doesn't show up today, that's fine. Crowley's a demon. He has all the time in the world.