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[hearsthesilence.livejournal.com]

[There's a young boy wandering the grounds. The last thing he'd known, him and his sister Mischa were being held captive by strange men. They kept looking at Mischa in a way Hannibal didn't like. But they hadn't done anything yet.

Safe to say that when he'd awoken alone and not in that house, he had panicked a little. He'd immediately taken to the grounds and the rest of the house.]

Mischa, where are you?

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[andsuddenlydynamite]

[Hayato was heading to the library again for some quality 'I-just-escaped-from-the-gaggle-of-children-following-me' time.

And then- another one. Oh for fucks sake, really? Really? He heaved a sigh, maybe this Mischa person was his caretaker.

Hayato pauses and looks at the boy.]

You lookin' for someone, kid?

[hearsthesilence.livejournal.com]

[He gives him a searching look. He didn't seem to be one of them. He didn't have the same accent for one thing.]

Yes. My little sister. I woke up here, and she wasn't with me.

[andsuddenlydynamite]

[Well so much for an adult to look after the kid... other than himself. Just his luck, but there was no helping it really. He knelt down in front of the boy, trying to look as sympathetic as possible. Alright... how to explain this whole... place to a kid?]

Well, I'm... not sure you're going to find her here. This place is... it's sort of magical I guess. It takes people from all sorts of different times and places, and keeps them here for a little while. You'll go home eventually though, and it will be just like you never left. So your sister should be fine.

[...please don't do something obnoxious like kicking him in the shins...]

[hearsthesilence.livejournal.com]

[...]

So... time freezes while I'm away, and when I wake up, I'll be back in that place with her? [There's a pause, before] Can we take things back with us?

[andsuddenlydynamite]

[...he took that surprisingly well.]

Take things back?

[He thinks for a moment... he couldn't remember, but he doubted it.]

I don't remember exactly. The last time I was here was ten years ago. I know I brought back a few new scars, so it could be possible. What do you want to bring back?

[hearsthesilence.livejournal.com]

[He's... deadly serious as he says it.] A weapon. [because then he can defend Mischa and th3e bad men might leave.
if not, well.... he'll have a weapon.]

[andsuddenlydynamite]

[Well little Lecter you are in luck. Having been born into a mafia family and introduced to dynamite at the ripe-old age of six, he sees absolutely nothing wrong with your request. This is clearly some normal everyday need children need filled apparently.]

It's possible, but if not, how about I show you how to make a weapon? So even if you don't go home with it, you might just remember how to make one?

[hearsthesilence.livejournal.com]

[He nods.] Yes, please.

[andsuddenlydynamite]

Well all you need, is a light-bulb...

[And he stops at the nearest lamp, unscrewing the light-bulb]

Some flour or sawdust, a shoe lace, and a light. Should have all that in my room.

[And they get to his room... and he pauses to look around it...]

... god, I forgot I lived in this shit-hole....

[hearsthesilence.livejournal.com]

[He just looks at it, a little disdain on his face.] I think even the men that held us stayed cleaner than this. [or not. but that's not the point. It's a mess. and not too long ago, Hannibal was used to anything but squalor.]

[andsuddenlydynamite]

[He chuckles nervously as he looked over the room modeled after his dumpy old apartment.... merge that with his hobby with explosives and being a teenage boy- yeah it was a bit of a mess.]

Yeah, I was a bit of a mess when I was younger. [in more ways than one] Just.... try to ignore it for now if you could. I'll probably try to fix this place up a bit later.

[He let out a sigh and headed to his work table, placing the light-bulb on it and grabbing up a pair of old sneakers, and handful of sawdust as well.]

Alright kid, I'm gonna teach you how to make a make-shift bomb. It doesn't have a lot of power, but it can melt some faces in a bind.

[hearsthesilence.livejournal.com]

[He looked at the sneakers like he wasn't used to seeing that kind of shoe. Which... he wasn't.]

This can work with any kind of shoe's lace, yes? Or does it have to be.... one of these?

[andsuddenlydynamite]

[He looked at the old converse sneakers over a bit]

Well as long as it'll hold a flame. So as long as it's threaded, and not.. plastic or synthetic.

[He pulls out the shoelace and lays it on the table with the rest of his materials, before taking up the light-bulb and carefully unscrewing the end]

So kiddo, you ever tried to make a bomb before?

[wheresmybroom.livejournal.com]

[Kate is looking for her own lost something.

But her partner is nowhere to be found, and she can't just leave it alone when she sees a lost little boy wandering around the manor grounds.]

Hey. Hey, you okay, there?

[hearsthesilence.livejournal.com]

[He looks at her searchingly. It's clear he's a smart child even if he hasn't said anything, just by the look in his eyes.

He's apparently reasoning something through with himself at the minute. She's not one ofhem, that much is clear - she's clean and she's a lady. So maybe she can help.]

...Mischa's missing. I woke up without her, and in this strange house. She's not safe, I have to find her.

[wheresmybroom.livejournal.com]

[Beckett leans down, smiling gently.]

Who's Mischa? And what does she look like? I can help you find her. I'm looking for my friend, too.

[hearsthesilence.livejournal.com]

She's my sister. She's got blonde hair, and she's about this tall. [He indicates her height.] The most important thing is she has a bangle on her right wrist. That's how to know it's her.

What's your friend like?

[wheresmybroom.livejournal.com]

[Kate shakes her head.]

I haven't seen her. My friend is named Castle, he's taller than me, very nice, kind of a big kid... I bet you'd like him. [She doesn't imagine how any little boy wouldn't like Castle.] You want to look together?

[hearsthesilence.livejournal.com]

[He debates for a minute. If they found the bad men as well, having an adult will help.] Yes, please.

[wheresmybroom.livejournal.com]

[Kate reaches out and offers her hand. She doesn't have a whole of lot experience with little kids, but she thinks she has a grasp on the general things. Don't shout, be gentle, and hold hands.]

My name is Kate. What's yours?

/)___(\ Sorry, I didn't get the notif

[hearsthesilence.livejournal.com]

Hannibal. [He doesn't take the extended hand, rather, He waits for her to take the lead.]

it's ok! lj's been so spotty lately

[wheresmybroom.livejournal.com]

[Kate pulls back her hand. Okay, maybe no hand holding.]

Where are your parents, Hannibal? [It seems like an unfortunate name but... whatever.]

:3

[hearsthesilence.livejournal.com]

Killed. Germans that were trying to escape the war. [they spoke between themselves, but it didn't mean they couldn't be heard.]

[wheresmybroom.livejournal.com]

[Kate's look is sympathetic, but she's also confused. The war... Germans? Well, that didn't make any sense. But then she remembers how Castle was from a year before her and she can't not ask.]

This is going to seem like a very silly question, but it would help me a lot if you answer it. What year is it?

[hearsthesilence.livejournal.com]

[The look on his face suggests that yes, it is a silly question.] 1944