Dillon Cole || Scorpion Shard (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
orderfromchaos) wrote2014-08-02 11:06 pm
orderfromchaos) wrote2014-08-02 11:06 pm
Entry tags:
- a bit drastic,
- actually a little terrifying,
- dillon cole walking disaster,
- i can break your tiny mind,
- like you fix a (rabid) dog,
- morality is hard,
- not a doctor a miracle worker,
- oops,
- others called us gods,
- remember this,
- stars bend light around them,
- ttly a warden you guys,
- u didn't think at all,
- u didn't think u hoped
12. Mea...culpa?
[Public, video]
[They're the kitchen of Dillon's parents' house: relentlessly suburban, a few southwestern touches, from the touristy Navajo-ish vase on the table to the sepia color palette, well-coordinated. There are floral magnets on the fridge, and one Hannibal Lecter humming as he makes what appears to be gourmet tomato soup and fresh-baked bread. He's wearing an open lab coat over his suit that he grabbed while attempting to join an infirmary shift, right before Dillon hurriedly hustled him out.]
I kind of...fixed him.
[Not like you fix a car; Hannibal wasn't broken, he was himself. Like you fix a dog.]
I thought it would wear off but it hasn't, and his room is the same so it doesn't count for graduation but I don't. Actually know how to undo it.
He's not faking, either.
[Voice pitched more deliberately across the room, though he hasn't been been whispering or anything; Hannibal could have heard him before if he was listening.
Hey, Hannibal, say sorry to the nice people.
[Hannibal pauses, sets down the wooden spoon and turns to the comm, contrite, shifting, a little uncertain.]
I'm terribly sorry for what I've done. It seems almost unreal, but I do not mean to belittle anyone's suffering. I apologize.
[Dillon waves him back to the soup.]
[Private to Jean]
I'm pretty sure what you do is more. Versatile, than mine. I know it's a lot to ask, but could you check and see if you can reverse it?
[They're the kitchen of Dillon's parents' house: relentlessly suburban, a few southwestern touches, from the touristy Navajo-ish vase on the table to the sepia color palette, well-coordinated. There are floral magnets on the fridge, and one Hannibal Lecter humming as he makes what appears to be gourmet tomato soup and fresh-baked bread. He's wearing an open lab coat over his suit that he grabbed while attempting to join an infirmary shift, right before Dillon hurriedly hustled him out.]
I kind of...fixed him.
[Not like you fix a car; Hannibal wasn't broken, he was himself. Like you fix a dog.]
I thought it would wear off but it hasn't, and his room is the same so it doesn't count for graduation but I don't. Actually know how to undo it.
He's not faking, either.
[Voice pitched more deliberately across the room, though he hasn't been been whispering or anything; Hannibal could have heard him before if he was listening.
Hey, Hannibal, say sorry to the nice people.
[Hannibal pauses, sets down the wooden spoon and turns to the comm, contrite, shifting, a little uncertain.]
I'm terribly sorry for what I've done. It seems almost unreal, but I do not mean to belittle anyone's suffering. I apologize.
[Dillon waves him back to the soup.]
[Private to Jean]
I'm pretty sure what you do is more. Versatile, than mine. I know it's a lot to ask, but could you check and see if you can reverse it?
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Not here, anyway. The rest of you are safe.
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He was trying to kill and eat me at the time, though. For the record. He does that to people.
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[Or he was.]
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[Ha. Ha.]
This kind of thing is - actually less common than the carnival stuff, to be honest.
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It's your power. No one can tell you how to use it.
Except the Admiral, maybe.
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I might not listen, but I wouldn't hurt you for it.
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[private]
[He wants - his instinct, his natural compassion is to say something sympathetic, now. How wrong it was, the way he was twisted, used. It makes him remember Okoya feeding the others, gives him a lump his throat. But that would be turning the key only he can see so obviously, would be exactly the sort of exploitation he'd rather avoid.]
But the admiral keeps me from doing things of that caliber by accident. I'm pretty grateful.
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Don't - talk to me like that.
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[ He is angry. He is furious, his heartbeat coming fast and his vision blurring. He hangs up here. ]
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[ HE DOESN'T CARE !! ]
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it's just weird pretending I can't see stuff sometimes
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