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Sonia's at the practice area, stretching. She had been working on combat basics with newly shifted center of gravity plus large bulge in abdomen, but a major leg cramp has put a... well, a cramp in that.

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A man walks into the practice area.

"Hello," he says. "May I join you?"

...well, that's unexpected.

"...afternoon," she replies, a bit guarded. "Ain't seen you around before."

"I only just arrived." He smiles. "Doctor Hannibal Lecter at your service, my lady. And you are?"

"Sonia Belmont. Good t'meet you." Stretch stretch. There's a strangled curse word in there.

"Like just now?"

"About an hour ago." He smiles slightly. "You recognize me, then?"

She shakes her head. "Pardon the language... this cramp hurts like a- hurts real bad."

"Hmm? Oh, I only asked because I recognized one or two people here. Mostly from books, oddly enough." He licks his lips. "And I'm fairly infamous in my own world, so I wanted to see if you were from there."

"Where you from?"

A beat.

"An' when?"

"The year was 1991. And I was in the Bahamas when I was transported here, although I'm not from there--I was just having an old friend for dinner."

"Yeah, you're after my time..."

She squints at him. Sonia's from a world where that sort of talk is common enough coming from the bad guys.

He doesn't seem demonic. Not that that necessarily means anything.

"Don't worry," he asys with a smile. "I've promised to restrict myself to normal food. Unless someone tries to kill me or another resident, at least."

He licks his lips again. "And I'm not a demon or anything. Just a human being who likes to break the more useless rules of society."

"You just keep it that way," she cautions sharply. "This is a peaceful place, and I reckon most of the folks here wouldn't take kindly t'you breakin' rules here and there."

"I won't deny I have a quick temper," he says with a laugh. "But I shall do my best. And if I do feel the urge to kill something, I'll hunt outside the area. Or I'll fight for you, if anyone tries to destroy this place." His eyes shine with excitement at the prospect.

She snorts. "I expect you'll fight with us."

"Same thing." He nods to her. "Or close enough, at least."

He frowns. "There isn't a crazy rabbit with a gun living here, is there? I saw one before I got here, and it seems like the sort of thing that might be around."

Blink.

"If there is, ain't seen one."

"That was my reaction too." Lecter chuckles. "But I'd been teleported to another dimension, so the talking rabbit-thing wasn't as exciting as it would've been otherwise."

She grunts, continuing with the stretches.

"What fightin' can you do, anyhow?"

Lecter takes a knife out of his pocket and laughs. "I like blades the most," he says. "Much more personal. I'm quite a good shot, as well, although I prefer bows to guns.

"I'm brilliant, I'm a lot stronger and faster than the average person, I have very keen senses, and I never do what people expect."

"But you're still a regular human."

There may be an implied question in there somewhere.

"Technically, yes." He smiles. "My world doesn't have demons or mutants, but I'm the next best thing. I've always been a genius--and I was a child during WWII, so I learned very young how to survive.

"I listen to what my senses tell me in a way that most people don't. I keep myself in very good shape. And I always have an open mind."

Sonia has seized on something more interesting than your past, Doctor. "....world war?"

"World war, yes. You're from quite some time ago, then?"

(OOC: Going to be gone for an hour. See you then?)

"Year of Our Lord 1450."

"That is a long time," says Lecter thoughtfully. He sighs. "WWII was in the early- and mid-1940s. It was started by a man named Adolph Hitler who wanted to rule the world. He was antisemitic and believed that the Aryans were the master race--which is odd, because he was brown-haired and brown-eyed."

...

Blink.

Yeah, you just totally went over her head there, Lecter.

Yeah, he does that. He's got an IQ of about 250.

And he's using words that are not standard vocabulary in medieval Transylvania.

He uses words that aren't in the standard vocabulary now, too. ;)

Enough narration now? I'd like to play some more.

Ball's in his court.

"I see that the explanation didn't help," says Lecter with a smile. "It was a very large and nasty war, and they made it a point to kill civilians. Plus the winter in the last years of the war broke records.

"I learned to survive at all costs, and to enjoy seeing people die. And when I was older I found the soldiers who had killed my family--and I got my pound of flesh from them. Revenge is sweet, they say.

"They don't know how right they are." And he licks his lips, remembering.

Her eyes narrow.

"Listen, mister: I don't know about where you come from, but folks where I'm from don't cotton t'that. I already told you t'stay out of trouble, but way you talk, sounds like you wanna make it.

"And I aim t'make sure this place is safe."

"I'll make my trouble where no one notices it," he replies. "And I mean no harm as long as people are kind to me.

"But I could use a bit of fun now and then. Is there anything around here that you think would interest me?"

Muscles twitch. Her jaw clenches. Fists tighten. The hairs on the back of her neck, already prickling, are almost ramrod straight now.

"You wanna go have 'fun,'" she growls, spitting the last word, "you do it yourself. If I get wind of anything goin' on here from your direction, I ain't even gonna let you stick around long enough t'regret it. You got that?"

With a deep breath, she turns and stalks from him, though limping slightly from the muscle cramp.

"I'd expect nothing less," says Lecter.

He takes his knife back out and starts to sharpen it absently.

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