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[inseine]

WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, PasUnPolicier. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 246.01.094.30 *** PasUnPolicier has joined 246.01.094.30 <PasUnPolicier> This mail centre belongs to Javert. <PasUnPolicier> Be accurate and brief. <PasUnPolicier> I suggest you not test my patience with practical jokes and clowning around. <PasUnPolicier> I will return your notice shortly.

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[baisunas]

That would quite helpful, thank you. [ A faint smile, sly and just slightly teasing, flickers briefly across his mouth. ] I can give you a tour of the premises. Let you measure your current quarters against what the estate has to offer.

[ Hannibal's seen the place Javert calls home. Unless he enjoys living without luxury, there isn't much contest. Throw in the space practically suited for his investigative needs it should be irresistible. ]

And I appreciate your help locating Daniel.

[ From a desk drawer, he pulls a container of pills and hands them over to Javert. ]

Do you think this will suit the population? I thought an oral medication would be more expedient, and in the case of some of the monsters, more useful than an injection.

[inseine]

[A tour is exactly what Javert wants, to see just how unsuitable this new home could be. Even with his sneaking suspicion that Lecter will not let him walk away without saying 'yes' to his invitation.

Javert peers at the pill container, eyes skimming over the instructions and possible listed side-effects. His grin flattens to a concentrated flat line.]

Are these intended for chewing? That would be simplest for monsters with thicker skin that cannot take those injections, [he murmurs, and he pops open the cap to take a look at them and give them a generous, deep sniff. There is not much of a detectable scent, but the chalkiness that tickles his nose is not particularly pleasant. Likely it would taste metallic and coat the tongue unpleasantly. His lip twitches. He re-caps the container.]

Ten minutes to take effect. That would leave us the element of surprise, lull the scamps into thinking we are at their mercy. It is a calculated risk, but it will work. Very clever!

[baisunas]

[ That is precisely what Hannibal intended with the activation time and he smiles openly, pleased with both Javert's perceptiveness and that Javert knows him well enough to attribute it to him as a deliberate choice instead of happy accident. ]

I've been apprehended by those who meant me harm often enough to know that sometimes the appearance of vulnerability is all the opening one needs to escape.

[ He tips his head toward the pill container. ]

You swallow them, actually. They don't taste very nice and the chemicals are formulated to release slowly. Chewing them will make them release immediately and that could have unintended side-effects.

[ An overdose, possibly. A failure to work properly. He hasn't had the opportunity to test them as thoroughly as would necessary to be certain. ]

I've made a large batch of the things. I can make more as required.

[inseine]

Haven't we all faced apprehension, [Javert grinds through his teeth. Swallow them whole. He turns the bottle in his palm. They are small bits, that should be simple enough. He raises his head out of his collar.]

I will track who takes their share. Simple enough to log names. If there are any gaps or shortages in distribution, I'll be in touch. [Quite easily, if they are to live in the same damn castle. He tips the bottle in Hannibal's direction.] May I take this one? The rest will be distributed from the office and Crowe Clinic.

[baisunas]

Of course. Please.

[ He makes an expansive gesture of permission, then tips his head back to indicate the drawer behind him. ]

If you'd like more you're welcome to them.

[ Does he also make the directions for their construction readily available? Or is it more prudent to keep it to himself? A bit of insurance to keep him useful should something unforeseen occur. At the moment, he thinks the latter best. ]

And if you need anything else, simply let me know. I'll go over the paperwork you've brought me. Construct a more detailed plan for you to review and ensure that it matches your vision.

[inseine]

With particular heed to your segment of the duties, yes, go on and do it. [Javert drops the bottle into his pocket. That shall be his emergency rations.] Your employment contract and your key will be delivered to you tomorrow.

[In his reading, Hannibal Lecter ought to notice his work will have the most latitude against humans. Monster sentencing has a bit more constraints involved, and anything involving "rehabilitation" is directed toward channeling violent impulses to humans, and not one's own kind.

Javert leaves the drawer of drugs to Hannibal's own personal store, and indicates as much with a curt shake of his head. Keep those in an event of an emergency. He instead helps himself to hoisting the boxes marked for distribution into his arms.]

Shall we go? If the property is as big as you say, it will be the better part of the afternoon to examine it properly.

[baisunas]

Of course.

[ There will be plenty of time to complete the necessary paperwork tomorrow. Without the work on the antidote, Hannibal will have plenty of free time. More than he really wants.

Javert may be larger than him now, but waldgeists are hardly frail, useless things. Hannibal moves over to him and takes a few of the boxes himself. Javert isn't a pack mule. And boxes of pills are hardly a strain. ]

Yes. Let's go. We can drop these off on the way.

[inseine]

Yes, [agrees Javert bluntly.] Small detour. Then you show me the place.

[He's ready for an afternoon of childlike trick-hunting. Whether Javert will be disappointed or envious that Lecter got away with only an overly-large property and nothing more remains to be seen.

He snatches up another sweet treat before they go. With the cases of meds, they bow out back into the city together: a black, lithe, slim shadow of horns swallowing up the radiant glow of the dark-winged angel beside him.]