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maskormenace2015-08-23 03:40 pm
infomodder) wrote in maskormenace2015-08-23 03:40 pm
Entry tags:
- jaime reyes | blue beetle,
- † bela talbot | n/a,
- † death the kid | n/a,
- † dick grayson | nightwing,
- † dorian gray | n/a,
- † frederick chilton | chief of staff!!,
- † gabriel gray | sylar,
- † grey | n/a,
- † hank schrader | n/a,
- † hinami fueguchi | n/a,
- † jeff winger | wingman,
- † jesse pinkman | diesel,
- † john watson | n/a,
- † ken kaneki | one eyed king,
- † mike parker | n/a,
- † miles edgeworth | n/a,
- † riku | darkeater,
- † walter white | heisenberg,
- † will graham | wolf trap
006 | microwaved leftovers | text
Since it seems as though Kate Bishop has left us, I've gone ahead and drawn up a copy of her FAQ. You can now find it here. Considering she clearly put effort into making and keeping track of this, it's not something I'm prepared to let to go to waste. In the same vein as when she first shared this, if you think I left out something important, let me know so it can be added. Comments, questions, or remarks are welcome.
[not really but it pays to be polite]
[not really but it pays to be polite]
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[Ideal for a predatory man in the midst of an existential crisis, essentially.]
I am none of the above. In fact, my appeal seems to derive from the subject's dislike of me. If you can imagine.
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His reaction to disliking you is...to continue with a doctor-patient relationship in order to usurp you. [Okay. That sounds extreme and crazy, but okay.] Wonder what he'd do to somebody he hated. Do you know?
[What he'd do, if he actually hates anyone, how the hell Chilton can keep himself in the "dislike" instead of "hate" category, all of the above.]
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[Oh god no, says everyone else.]
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Rather than address that, however, Will sees his own chance. In the same voice he's held all along to help drive the effect he's going for (the effect of taking Chilton off guard, like a TRUE friend), Will simply asks four words he's glad he didn't toss White's way now:]
Is Walter White Heisenberg?
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[Needless to say, Will's tactic proved highly effective. Chilton stuttered over a false apology and a vandalized excuse before:]
He... Walt isn't...
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Fine by me. He isn't the only one suffering in this situation. [Getting worn out with some crazy sons of bitches over here.] If this gets out meaning he's made aware I know or...I call up Heropa PD with an anonymous tip?
[Of course he won't. But variety is the spice of life and clarity can prevent lives from being cooked in spice.]
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[Or the second. Walt was more likely to noose Chilton.]
Just leave him be.
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Good! If I'm the first under fire, you aren't. Easy decision to make.
[Advice noted and thoroughly ignored. But he makes no move to hang up, waits. He had a chance and missed it, Will's giving him a second shot. Without saying it, considering the last time he had in regards to Crane had gone so poorly.]
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[Spoken in a scathing hiss; there was once a time when Chilton would have jumped for the chance to grasp the coattails of Will Graham in hand. But without the influence of Hannibal Lecter, and with the stability offered through April Ludgate, Will was situated in a good place. It wasn't coattails that Chilton could grab onto now, no, what he had in his hand was an olive branch.
And wood burns because it has the proper stuff in it. Flammable stuff.]
But how did you come across his name?
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[He isn't going to name names, even if Skye's no longer here. Perhaps it may feel like a non-answer, that's fine. Will has given non-answers and lies to protect, all to be shattered. Hannibal only offered olive branches when he had a knife or needle in his other hand. Will doesn't have either hiding. His other hand is more inclined to be running over his face in frustration. Just ten minutes' peace, good Lord.]
This isn't sustainable, Frederick. I can encourage you to point his tendencies like a gun elsewhere, even at himself. What I can't do is throw up my hands, leave it be. [And hell if Will washes his hands of Baltimore without extremes being taken.] Because you're right. Your name is intertwined with mine, and I take care of my people first and foremost.
[Abigail Hobbs. April Ludgate. Frederick Chilton. That was his current hierarchy. His actual thoughts when the news about De Chima hit the bar's television. All three wouldn't be in attendance, reason enough for Will to stay out of the fray. Had one of them been there? Different story entirely.]
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[Something of a challenge, although Chilton spoke from a place of frustration rather than hostility.]
And how could you extend yourself to vanguard us all? Regardless of what modern psychiatry might imply, tongue-in-cheek, you are still human.
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[Human, and not Hannibal Lecter, what better "opponent" could there possibly be for Will Graham? Just as with Crane, there was no deeper connection sported between the two of them, no surrogate daughter to take him by surprise, no foundation that could be used against him. In this place where ordinary humans were granted powers, that was an advantage, too. Someone who'd had less practice with them would be easier to deal with. Give him a human with a sharp mind who Will has no fondness for, however warped or continually beat out of him, Will knows that game. It's an easy game. Easier than dealing with capes, lunatics who love fire, the biggest loser of the bible flaunting his name to grab attention...]
Isn't he?
[Chilton's challenge turned back around. Hank was human. Jesse was too, wasn't he? Surely Walter White was just the same. If Chilton's been told differently, he wants to know. If he hasn't been told differently, then that's all there is to it, isn't it? Throwing him at an unstable murderous human is just another day back in Baltimore. The fact that they're both still human is what makes this particular game of chess fair.]
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[Chilton kept his tone neutral, even, calm and collected -- but he didn't need to speak with tonal hubris for the evidence to howl: my subject, he had said. Possessive to a Freudian slip.]
Although it may be conveniently argued that we are all engaged in that social experiment. Power corrupts, Will.
[Another beat follows, and the doctor reflects upon his most immediate conversation with Walt, the one so abruptly culled.]
And you know corruption intimately, don't you? Like a lover might.
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As close, as intimate as a lover might be, or just close enough to risk being exalted to that status? He thinks he'd know if Will had been so touched, but then turns around and compares his romp with Hannibal to that?]
We did cook together.
[He lets it simmer a second, tone light. Chilton wants to talk about one of his patients challenging the boundaries of his own humanity, he can be extremely aware he's talking to his other patient who's got some issues with his humanity. A true humanitarian.]
So within a certain definition of lovers [the wrongest, most unhealthy, most incapable of understanding and giving true love definition] I could agree with that assessment, Frederick. Yes, I know corruption and power intimately.
[Except lovers in the sexual sense learned their partner's bodies. Sounds, tastes, where to touch in order to get things moving or calm. What was there for Will to learn in a relationship with corruption and power when that physical aspect was removed, if not how to play a more brutal game of chess?]
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No matter how resentful, how frustrated the obscured emotions could have been beneath the surface.]
Metaphorically, of course.
[There was no way Chilton would allow isolation from pretentious analogies, not if everyone else in his canon got to indulge.]
I am sure it served you well.
[He hadn't the notion of how right he was, and how severely he would get harmed because of Will's well served jaunt with corruption and power.]
But -- I'd rather not dwell on that devil -- [The implication was Hannibal, but the functionality was Walt. Chilton had moved the conversational topic, obscured his own emotions. Damage was done with Walt, there was little chance that the patient wouldn't have found Chilton's abruptness suspicious. But the fallout was still radioactive and Chilton would confront that nuclear option later.
In the meanwhile:]
You will be relieved to know that I have sidestepped the devil himself again. The real one, no metaphors. [Chilton knew of Will's concern through Raina.] It is astounding how people will underestimate me.
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What's not quite so fair is Chilton's mention of relief. No, not at all! That is not relieving, that is the opposite! That's a paper cut! That's not balm! Will will be relieved when Chilton stops putting himself in the situation where sidestepping the devil is necessary in the first place, but hell if he can say that so directly. Not right now. Not when he's just agreed to the idea that he'd been at their devil's side as such. He doesn't want to get into a spat about what gives him the right, what's his angle, who is he to chastise?]
There is a thrill that comes from getting away with what others assume you cannot, in my experience.
[Until it guts him. But how could he be making a negative statement about Chilton's tendencies when in the same breath he claims to have gotten a high doing something identical, hm? Unless Chilton finds being in a similar boat as Will Graham negative, of course.]
Is that why you do it?
[Is that why you play with fire until you realize you're going to be dragged over hot coals? And then he runs, has run in the past. Right to Will Graham. The "savior" who doesn't run from danger when it becomes too great, who runs to embrace it. Since they're being so open and honest, why not ask? It's nicer than making statements of how he sees it, what comes to his mind immediately...and it's always generous to hand the microphone back instead of wailing into it himself.]
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[Which was something of a lie -- while his ache of thrill wasn't the pure adrenaline rush, Chilton enjoyed a sense of hollow godhood when he could control the variables. Especially if those variables were people more influential, more formidable than he was. That uprising of the natural hierarchy suited his ego and his specified identity.
When reality complied, he was a pleased man.]
It would come as no surprise to you for me to confess that I have an agenda.
[Chilton doesn't see those hot coals, he won't feel the rising temperature until it's much too late; he savors his savior, and the implied brotherhood between them, he wanted recognition far too much. He wanted it badly, continues to crave it, and doesn't know where the heat begins to fracture him.]
But we are not discussing me now, not in depth. Are we?
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[Any apology that Chilton might read into that is a modest one, Will acquiescing to drop it in a manner not unfamiliar to family dinners. When someone brings up a topic knowing that a specific person at the table will take to it in exactly one way, they do, and then the agree to disagree that eventually results isn't bitter or overly frustrated because both already knew how it would go. Will channels that same sense of familiarity. Friends who knew each other very well could be their own sort of family, didn't need to be bound by the blood in their veins to claim that. Matching scars might be good enough for some.]
We all have our own agendas, too. [Following that sentence is something that may sound completely out of left field, but. Talk of agenda and then moving into the next should give Chilton an idea that Will's gift isn't one meant for leisure, for keeping around the house and admiring. It's going to be more useful. He barely lets that thought sit before he pushes forward.] Your birthday was back in February, wasn't it? I didn't get you anything.
[Something else happened in February, though. Will doesn't consider cleaning the scene of the crime a gift. A gift comes without expectation of anything in return. This gift, what he has in mind, has one expectation, but it's not something that's solely meant to come back to Will.]
Keep an eye on your mailbox. I'll be remedying that oversight in the next week.
[The least he can do in the case of being such a thoughtless, shitty friend is make up for it later.]
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If that would be all, then I really... Ought to return to my business. [He was already thinking about Walt again, already building up an anxious outlook. Already tallying potential consequence.]
You understand.
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That'll be all for now, yes. [Pleasant, like they've ended a business deal on terms that benefit everyone.] Have a good week, Frederick.
[He can have his crazy sons of bitches for the week, but Saturday is still Will's session. Their session. He knows his place, his rank. He fully intends to keep it by virtue of understanding.]