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[ A video, clearly the user's first time recording himself with the technology given. Hannibal's face appears on screen, adjusting the angle to one perfectly centered. He takes a step back, all grin. Almost childish, really. ]

Hello. I'm told this is the most suitable means for communication in these parts. I hope you'll forgive me for being a bit new to the concept of filming myself.

[ That aspect of grotesque murder and public display had never appealed to him. It seemed too juvenile, and revealing, even with masks or voice editors.

In this case, he was wearing modest dress clothing compared to his usual choice paisley and ostentatious color schemes and suspicious pocket squares. He crosses his legs at the knee, folding his hands on top, in the expected villainous finger-steeple. ] I have also been advised that this is the quickest means of locating lost loved ones. I would very much like to find those lost ones. Do forgive me for 'spamming' your network. I won't do this often.

[ A brief pause, in which he brushes across a scar on his face, disturbing the otherwise immaculate complexion, with the tip of his index finger. ] I seek a man named Will Graham. He may not be here, but if he is, and you know where he is, I would appreciate any tips. At the very least, alerting him to my presence will be sufficient. I thank you for any assistance in this matter.

[ What used to be the ability to seem professionally distanced from the matter of the man in question had rather crippled with the moonlight consummation of his glorious becoming. After a taxing and emotional affair, Hannibal was left with little time to embrace the difficult to quantify series of emotions it had evoked before he was suddenly...here. ]

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[His session with Will was scheduled for today. Was -- the operative word in play. Once Chilton witnessed this however, once he yelped and nearly dropped the communicator, once he spun around in the swivel of his leathered chair and shuddered and quivered and thought about how Raina was right, how she had been so sure that Hannibal Lecter would inevitably return, only then did he consider his options.

Hannibal already knew he was here. He had to have already known that, just as he likely already had tabs on Will. Chilton was not precisely subtle with his presence on the Network, with the attentive exposure that his psychiatric practice yielded. A master manipulator like Hannibal would surely have etched out those parameters already. Then logically it followed: wasn't it worse to pretend otherwise? Wasn't it worse to hide? Wasn't it worse to taunt Lecter with running?

Well. Wasn't it?]

Seeking? Or hunting?

[Chilton, compelled to speak, drew his sharpened tongue.]

Hello, Hannibal.

[Will Graham, the lost loved one. Knowing what he knows, it's easy enough to theorize who this polite, modest-seeming man is.]

I believe it is customary to offer a name when making introductions. Yet a name is something humanity slaps on everything to assure itself of it's place in existence, don't you think? Those who know who and what they are don't need names. Names are not always what they seem. "What's in a name?"

[Shakespeare.]

Will Graham is a familiar name to me.

[Don't you lecture him about pretentious quoting, Hannibal. He's just namedropping to see what happens, honestly speaking.]

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[ ding ding ding, you said the magic words (Will Graham), Dorian is just ZOOMING IN ON THIS. ] I hope you're prepared for an influx of questions asking about how you know Will.

[ because hoo boy is Hannibal gonna get an influx of questions asking about how he knows Will. also, Hannibal might not be ostentatious but Dorian's ostentatious enough for the both of them. He's wearing a dark green shirt that's definitely satin and also definitely not buttoned up all the way. ]

I'll share mine when you share yours. At least I had the grace to show my face. In a place like this, it seems a name is only a fraction of the whole, and many seem to value certain rights of privacy... Perhaps not all.

In your elusive curiosity, I will reassure you with initiation. The ball is in your court, as they say.

My name is Hannibal Lecter, and Mr. Graham is a former patient, and a friend.

[Reckless or cock-sure? Probably both. Caution would imply he felt at risk or ill-equipped. Since he just came back from near death and walked out of a hospital with inhuman powers, he really isn't worried about an attempt to lure via text messaging.]

[ As you said before, pretentious vs pretentios. Let the games begin.

He straightens his tie, paisley and probably pastel colored, contrasting and somehow going with his suit coat that probably belongs in the 1970's, and dress shirt that somehow brings the colors together.

On anyone else it would look like someone puked springtime M&M's onto fabric and called it fashion. ] He is a former patient and a dear friend.

[ The petulant How do YOU know Will? is probably implied. Then, off-handedly: ]

I love your shirt. Where did you purchase it?

[ A few moments of organizing thoughts before responding.

How delightful. Chilton, able to form all syllables, and clearly not crisped in a life support capsule.

This presented many delightful opportunities. His voice is probably far too cheerful in reply. ] Frederick! What an unexpected pleasure.

Expectantly searching, I think.

Oh, I don't care how you know Will, [ said with a little off-handed wave. ] It's just that he's Miss Congeniality around here, so someone's bound to ask.

[ seriously, the Casa de Ludgate-Graham is R I D I C U L O U S.

but as Hannibal compliments his shirt, Dorian just can't help but perk up and grin. You said the magic words, buddy. ] There's this wonderful little boutique a few blocks away from the Porter building in Maurtia Falls. I can text you the address, if you want.

Showing one's face isn't always an option, Dr. Lecter. In the interest of unanimity, I will reassure you in turn with emphasis. That action would have been taken if I had the capacity for visual communication.

My name is Dr. Jonathan Crane. Mr. Graham is a former colleague; a man who spoke highly of you.

[As opposed to, you know, Chilton. Who blabbed your secrets, that naughty man.]

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[ Raina should probably not engage. Chilton had made it known what a threat Hannibal was. But considering this was the monster from her boyfriend's homeworld, she couldn't help her fascination and curiosity. Besides, it wasn't as though he wouldn't find out about her. She and Chilton didn't hide their very public relationship.

But it was still so surreal to see the man who had haunted her vision, who Chilton had shown her with those memory sharing flowers, who she saw as a hallucination after Crane's fear toxin attack.

And yet, she could swallow all of that fear in favor of presenting a charming smile. ]

I'm sure it'll make Will's day to have a friend from home appear in this world. I can't tell you where he is at the moment, I don't know him altogether too well. But I imagine it won't be long before someone can point you in the right direction.

[ Yes, good. Keep focused on Will and not Chilton. ]

[ If not for browsing certain bits and bops publically about the network, having been very busy since arriving (after almost dying in the hospital here since post cliff dive, healing with new powers, getting the run down and taking a much needed seventeen hour nap, that is), the good doctor would probably have not believed it was possible for Chilton to have an actual relationship with anything other than:

a) his mirror
b) that cat

Also pens which serviced an oral fixation. Always scrutinizing, this one.

Just as he notices the polite approach, despite what his profiling texts and psychology study papers suggested was not a natural smile. He could have sensed the fear for certain if they were in person, rather than video. ]

I certainly hope so. I'm afraid I'm quite new here and mostly out of the loop, but it seems I can expect a very large population of come-heres such as myself. One can hope to find some old friends.

Thank you for the kind words. I must apologize, I seem to have forgotten simple social graces in the form of an introduction. My name is Hannibal Lecter.

[Unexpected pleasure. Amazing how those two normally sought after words could now induce such a shiver down Chilton's spine.

Hannibal was uncanny.]

Will Graham is here, as many will tell you. He ought to be preoccupied this evening.

I doubt you have made his schedule just yet.

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[ A beat. Upon contemplation, it was possible that, like Chilton, Will was from a different time-frame as well. In which case, he might have extra work cut out for him all over again.

Perhaps a delayed meeting was for the best. He could wait. He was patient, when he saw the benefit of it.

Still smiling a knowing smile mixed with general smuggery, he appears to brush Will's busy schedule off with absolutely false casual indifference. ]

Good for Will. Perhaps I can count on the company of another esteemed associate, then?

[ Have fun rejecting him without being rude. ]

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[Oh dear god, oh dear god. A chorus of beseeching a god he didn't believe in sang through this blasphemer's mind. There was a time in his life when Chilton would have been thrilled to be considered an esteemed associated of Hannibal's -- a relatively recent time, in fact, right up to the moment where Chilton was convinced that Will Graham was correct. Right up until Chilton realized how Hannibal Lecter could in fact be the Chesapeake Ripper.

Here he was, the man who Chilton had failed to catch all those years ago at the behest of Jack Crawford, the man who masqueraded as his friend -- however briefly.]

I am afraid that Doctor Bloom does not reside within this world.

[Oh, that pained him to utter implicit praise about Alana -- and by the halting syllables it was spoken, by how the words were forced out between his teeth, his agony was no doubt audible. But Chilton knew how to curb the arrogance when it came to a dilemma of overt survival, and this was a slick enough sidestep.]

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[Jesse really shouldn't be surprised that Hannibal Lecter's arrived. They've all been talking about him so much lately, and when you speak of the devil... Well. Poor, poor Will Graham. Jesse's only just started to like the guy, and now he has a feeling he's about to see Will's life go to shit the way his own life has since Walter White's arrival.]

He's around here someplace. I'm sure he'll find you.

It can be a bit jarring to arrive in this world. But I trust everyone will do their best to make you feel as welcome as possible.

[ Or face the consequences of their actions. Hannibal Lecter despises the rude, after all.

The smile grows after his introduction, honored and touched that he would share his name. ]

Raina. It's a pleasure to meet you, Hannibal Lecter. Do you have a title you would prefer I refer to you as or is 'Hannibal' fine?

[ Some people get touchy about their whole Doctor title. ]

Regrettably, I no longer have the pleasure of her esteem.

[ What was that about a good finger wagging? Oh yes. If she ever arrived though, he had a frustrating promise itching to be kept.

He wondered what Dr. Chilton would have to say about that unexpected development. ] Hardly the time to be modest, Frederick. I was referring to you. I'll need to run some ideas by you, to make the book about me I sincerely hope you haven't written yet a bit more accurate.

[About twenty minutes after this hits and there is subsequently a rippling wave of panic brought on by the bloodcurdling scream of Abigail Hobbs, Will makes an appearance. He's in plaid, as per usual, parked at a bench in a grassy area. People might wander behind him, the sound of dogs barking isn't difficult to miss, and...

He's gotta make a show of it. Hannibal has demanded one, and he sees that. If Will doesn't publicly show his face, at least at first, he risks others coming in later and offering information, asking if Hannibal's found him already. But rather than show anything negative (disdain, fury) or hide behind a neutral mask (as if he ever could with Hannibal), the Will Graham sitting on this bench greets him with such a brilliant smile.

There is no dent in his forehead, no scar on his cheek. His hair's a little shorter and his face could have used a shave a week prior, but it should be obvious he's not yet at certain points. Hasn't experienced certain things. He's experienced enough, and yet he smiles like he, too, has found a lost love. In a way, he has. He owes Hannibal forgiveness, after all.]

I'm not lost. I'm right here. Hello, Hannibal.

[So pleased, so content, and none of it with an undercurrent of smug. This is a genuinely happy Will Graham, an almost inhumanly happy Will Graham (considering his natural unhappy state more often than not), arm slung over the back of the bench without a care in the world. Hannibal likes his theatrics, Chilton was right on that one. Here and now, the best course of theatrical action Will can give is himself. His slap happy self.]

[ Hannibal should probably be concerned at all these people with unspoken but implied understanding of, at least, who he was, though he didn't give a name in the video. Mostly unconcerned with anything relating to things a normal person might be cautious and private about, he shrugs it off and files it under, 'curious, do observe'.

He smiles in the friendly way one might a stranger on the street who said you had a cute puppy. ~~Which, actually, is basically accurate.~~ ] I certainly hope so. I don't suppose you happen to know a home address or workplace I might be able to locate him?

Hannibal will do just fine, unless you are planning on writing an academic paper. I'll have titles and references for you, in such a case.

[ Amiable, but observant. His eyes are searching everything in this video. Expression, eye movements, body language... He wants to know everything, particularly about strangers associated with Will, definitely one connected to Chilton. ]

I assure you, Raina, the pleasure is all mine.

[Hannibal may get an awful lot of these responses... Will's fairly well loved, after all.]

You're one of Will's friends from back home, then, uh... [He glances down at the screen, searching for a name.] Mr. Lecter?

[ Blink.
A beat.

Impassive features become a feigned smile, voice trying really hard not to sound condescending and disapproving already... Instead, he tries to sound more like a politely correcting school-teacher. ]

Doctor. Indeed. To whom do I have the pleasure of addressing?

[Oh no, he's weird. Jaime smiles, bright and polite.]

Sorry about that, Doctor Lecter. You might wanna change what your name is on the network if that's something you're going to want everyone to call you.

I'm Jaime. Nice to meet you.

[ Someone Will knows from home. Grey feels a rush of excitement at that. Abigail is the only one from Will's world that Grey knows. But he wants to know.

He wants to know what connects this man to his friend. ]

i can tell him for you

how do you know him ?

[Smart guy, well spoken, fashionable if not quite Jeff's choice of clothing. He may well be worth Jeff's time, for now, at least. And here's the man himself, sat at a desk in a minimalist office decked out in one very finely tailored navy suit, and a glass of scotch in hand.]

Looks like you already got your answer several times over. [What's so great about Will anyway?!]

You seriously show up in a new world with super powers and that's the only thing you wanna know?

[ They had spoken only once, but it's difficult to forget a name like that (no the particular word it rhymes with does not cross her mind) and the fact he's from Baltimore where Will is from. ]

It looks like Will found you. Aww... you just missed dinner at his house, too.

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