vivicidal | open rp / overflow

[ Continued from here ]

Humanity is overrated, anyway.

[ But if shifting is preferable, he'll readily follow; it's easy enough to perceive, even through text. He's classified as a dark empath, but he practices both cognitive and affective. Can be quite cumbersome at times, although worth the effort to hold his own shroud in place. Given his evolved state, it's a necessity in more ways than one. ]

Hunting season, I assume?
How do you manage six?
I don't think I could take care of one... with my busy lifestyle.

[ He spends all day at the morgue, and frequently visits during evenings and nights to abate his hunger for something else entirely; it's a good thing that there is never a shortage of clientele. ]

Edited 2021-05-04 00:38 (UTC)

{ Will isn’t naive. He’s far too good at what he does. He eventually gets it. His pure empathy is a fathomable ocean, often times surreal. Whether he wants to peek behind the shroud depends on how much he’s willing to look. After Muskrat Farm, he was left an empty shell of a man and it caused a dormant period. A vessel will always need to be filled eventually. He's locked away his attraction towards dark magnetism in a box, one that threatens to wash ashore the longer he subdues it. Will may have been the one who “captured” Hannibal Lecter, but with it his contract with the Devil was sealed. How does one move past that? By seeking people he barely knew, he supposes.

He’s made poorer decisions. }

Possibly. I wouldn't know. My dogs are not suited for hunting.

{ Even if they were fed human remains at one point, it was provided, not sought out. They obeyed instinct. Regardless, Will still cared for them. }

It’s not difficult. It’s a contract. I provide them homemade food and companionship. In return, they give me their solidified loyalty. Behaving comes naturally when they’ve thoroughly attached themselves to you.

What do you do when your lifestyle isn't busy?

[ Best to keep those inclinations at bay, Peter doesn't take too kindly toward unwelcome intrusions beyond the veil he meticulously crafted over the years. Although, in Will's case, fascination in his aptitude may bridle ire. It's a rarity when one can glimpse those tendencies without the cold press of his dissection table upon their backs.

Not the wisest choice to seek out someone like Peter, perhaps that box of his was in far worse shape than he realized; eroded and fractured by a need to be unfettered.

Poor decisions, indeed. ]

Therein lies the issue. Attachment. Dependency.
But maybe it would do me some good if I had something else to focus on.
I've considered a cat, mostly low maintenance.
Fickle little creatures, which I might enjoy.

Remain in seclusion
People can be... exhausting.
I mainly work with cadavers, but that human interaction is still a necessity.

[ Although, he still enjoys human interaction, the myriad of emotions can be addicting at times... especially in unsavory situations. ]

{ A box is only only meant to hold until it decomposes or someone comes along to open it. Even what is considered inescapable will eventually find its way out. Pandora’s box was crafted to hold all that is cruel, twisted, deprived and even cursed, but the soft curiosity of someone unleashed it all because of temptation. Nothing is meant to last. What’s that saying? Curiosity killed the cat. However, most forgotten is that satisfaction brought the creature back. The other half is overlooked for the sake of only skimming the surface.

He will be a guest until his boundaries are tested, which they often are in his line of work. He's mainly encountered people set in their preconceived notions and judgements about him, more so after he was framed for murder. Proven innocence does not erase the doubt already planted. Often enough his rudeness is seen as intentional when really people have taken liberty to test him. His metaphorical tail is currently tucked away. Which leads him to: }

Ah, cats. I sometimes envy them. Don’t you have to earn their respect? They don't aim to please, only to exist upon their self made pedestals where they intend to be the sole monarch, despite the existence of other cats. To live with such natural freedom… Low maintenance, indeed.

You advice that as if I have a choice in my seclusion.
Does death bring you comfort?

I like to think they've earned their pedestals... they essentially brokered their own deal. They domesticated themselves only because they chose to... and yet, they maintain a strong sense of self.

If you don't have a choice, who or what do you allow to pull your strings?

[ He pauses at the next question... truth is, death used to bring him comfort. The knowledge that everything had a beginning and an end. Death was inevitable, and life was merely an experience. But with evolution, the permanence of death was purged from his capabilities. He could only live... or perhaps die vicariously through his cadavers, his victims. Death no longer brought him comfort, not in the way that it once did.

Little did he know, however, perpetual death was still an option for him. ]

There is a sense of comfort, I will admit.
Death is beautiful. Death is inevitable.
It's a calm unlike anything else... liberating.
One of my favorite quotes, "Death is the mother of beauty; hence from her, Alone, shall come fulfillment to our dreams. And our desires."

It is a skill not to lose one’s sense of self. If cats had thumbs, wouldn’t the world be a bit more terrifying? It all comes down to instinct. They domesticated out of survival, to have us serve them even if it meant putting on a facade. It also depends on whether one gets comfortable enough in such a deal. Then it becomes about power.

If death is true fulfillment, there’s a cycle. I’ve always thought Persephone out all the greek gods was underestimated in her ability to bring an inevitable transition from the bud of life into a wistful death. Makes immortality almost seem sad.

{ A prickle of a thought stirs within him. He wonders if the fear he’s held over slipping from his own normalcy has to do with how his perspective has shifted. There's a flash of a vivid memory — an open field they came across once a long while ago. A man rooted in a tree, becoming one with nature; flowers intricately and delicately placed upon his open wounds. It was death elevated to art. It brought disgust, or at least it should have. Part of him knew he had in a way accepted the open love letter even back then.

It’s nearly overwhelming once again. }

Far too many have pulled my strings. If I have to be honest, I'm not sure what I am without them.

No more terrifying than the world we already live in, if you ask me.
In any case, I will gladly serve whatever little monarch I decide to bring home.

[ While he can understand the concept, it's another thing entirely to eventually experience it. Only a few years have passed since he was... gifted or cursed with immortality. Perhaps, another hundred years or so, and that reality would begin to sink in. ]

Makes you think, doesn't it? With advancements in technology, theoretically, immortality could become a possibility.
Everything we are is developed in our minds...
Though, would it be true immortality if our bodies die?
I suppose it's all based on individual beliefs.

Is it that you're not sure what you are, or that you don't like what you've seen?

Gladly serve away. I proudly do to my dogs even if they are seen as the lesser of species for taking on trust so easily at mere kindness, to which I just say is their advantage. Regardless, animals have their place and humans are just free range rude. Yes, including myself.

{ He probably shouldn't keep laying it thick, but he can’t help it. Despite the storm that lives to keep his world gloomy through his experiences, he won’t ever fault emotion. He’s long found it holds more power than understood. It’s not a weakness, but a strength, even if it comes at a cost. He never gravitated in falling into the full box masculinity neatly places emotion into, although he has performed to keep in line; it is only natural. The inward expectations of masculinity tends to be breeding grounds for most serial killers.

It makes women killers a lot more fascinating, considering their intended gender invisibility… And he has to halt that thought because now his passion for study is rearing. He understands it can be too much. Instead, he focuses back on the topic before spilling over as he tends to do. }

I think so? Above all, preservation of the mind holds the core essence. Even if memories were to fade, there’s still an imprint left behind. It could be the faint ghost of a feeling once felt or the brush of nostalgia, possibly a tear in the heart. It wouldn’t matter. The mind in pathos is always ready to mark.

A rare gift nowadays, even if they were bred for it.
I enjoy dogs just as much as the next person, but I can't handle the level of attention they require. Or maybe that's just something I've convinced myself of.

[ He has often wondered if this was something that he conditioned himself into believing. He hasn't experienced that level of reliance since the untimely demise of his fiancée, and even then, it was difficult separating his two lives. Truth be told, his attempt had backfired... her blood ended up on his hands.

Although that was only the beginning of his late-night ventures. With the amount of experience he had under his belt now, it's possible that things would be different. ]

What are their names, if you don't mind me asking?

[ Now there's a thought that he was blissfully ignorant to... it had danced in the back of his mind, that much was true, but it wasn't quite something he was ready to face. ]

Seems like immortality could eventually drive you mad.

It would, but at the same time I am my own contradiction. I would probably spend immortality trying to shed my chrysalis, whatever that may be, until the sun finally decided to expire us. How would you spend yours?

Aren’t we all conditioned one way or another? Society aggressively contributes what we all naturally fall into with our patterns. Maybe we are the simple creatures, or far too complicated. I tried forming my own family a few failed times. Or at least I thought I wanted an inkling of one. All six of them?

{ He’ll gladly indulge for the sake of not falling into pit holes. It’s the rest stop from the landmine full of explosives he has to undertake in his recovery process. If allocated, Will could get comfortable remaining in one singular section despite what may lay ahead with the gamble of his next step. The sense of self made comfort is both a shield and meant to hold him back. }

Harley. Jack. Max. Buster. Zoe. And my favorite: Winston.
What would you name your cat?

Noble.
Quite possibly less introspective, I enjoy my life the way it is, the good and the bad. Realistically, I'd most likely fight to keep things as they are while adjusting to advancements. But as time passes, I'm sure I'd be forced to face my inner demons.

[ He wonders what that would look like, would he eventually lay them to rest, or would they fester and undergo metamorphosis? ]

Creatures far too complicated, I'm sure. I find myself in the same boat, I think it's better if my line ends with me.

What makes Winston your favorite out of the six?

I haven't thought that far ahead... perhaps something gender-neutral.
Or follow the ever-popular trend of naming the cat after their markings or color of fur.

Now that’s terribly tempting, to ask about inner demons. It would also be rude. Depends on what you want to do with those demons. Befriend them? Exorcist them? Cast them aside and ignore? Let them roam freely, or just allow them to become a background noise laying in idle?

Biblical references have always amused me. Seen enough fallen angels.

{ The irony of it is that he’s found it most fits the creature that has been placed in his path. Most misconstrue Hannibal and think he draws his ego in that of God when really he was made in the image of Lucifer—it’s how it shaped his every move. Once again he’s embraced his own contradictions. He nearly chuckles even if it were to be inappropriate. }

He has retained his individuality despite joining a pack. There’s something intriguing about a feverish maniac breaking into my house and force feeding my dogs parts of his face, yet Winston refusing the offering despite hunger. He's also always been there when I've awaken from my sleepwalking.

Of which, you've already admitted that you're free-range rude, so why hold back?
That's not to say I would be upfront about said demons.
I've already befriended a few and allow them to roam freely, the others... I'm not quite sure.

In your line of work, I don't doubt it.

[ And in Peter's... he witnesses their work in great detail, the perversion, the corruption of the flesh by all means unnatural. And then he works backward, always back to that original pristine design to determine the affecting cause of death.

He savors every moment of it... the depravities that their minds can devise. ]

That is very intriguing...
Does he normally take food and treats from others, or just by your hand?
Sounds like he knows exactly where his loyalties lie.

Edited (Apparently, I can't spell.) 2021-06-03 01:48 (UTC)

Mine are locked up. I prefer them that way. Sometimes they’re not mine, but borrowed. I suppose I should deal with them at some point. Something about not bottling it up. My therapist certainly would recommend it. To be honest, I have no energy for it. Maybe in a few months.

{ His inspiration was whisked away. He was not going to admit to that, or the weight left behind that he has to carry around. Those are his to deal with it, and maybe somewhere along he’ll figure out how to distance from the feeling of incompleteness.

Distractions are nice. }

I make the food for them by scratch. They don’t go hungry. They are allowed treats offered to them, but most of the time they don’t get visitors. I might have unintentionally set it up.

It’s somewhat silly when you’ve seen lots of the bizarre. I’m sure you’ve seen some with your line of work.

Oh, I'm rather fascinated by potential explosions. You never know what you're going to get... anywhere from the mundane to homicidal rages. I'd be a terrible influence and an even worse therapist. It's probably a good thing that I'm not that kind of doctor.

Unintentionally? Are you sure about that?

I get my fair share of the bizarre, not nearly as much as I'd like, to be perfectly honest. My morbid curiosity is insatiable.

It certainly holds a lot of power. I can see why it would attract people. Doctors have the ability to take and give life—almost gods among us, but even they have their pressure points. You just have to know where to press. And what does the dead give you, considering you deal with already taken lives?

Well… Somewhat. I won’t deny that. I purposely live in the middle of nowhere where miles of woods is all you might see, and the city is an hour away. It doesn’t stop people from trying to find me.

If you’re around me, you’d probably end up seeing more bizarre. I’m a beacon for fucked ways to kill someone from Sunday to international time shifts. Or it’s the area. It’s that thing where you don’t know if a ghost is tied to you or a specific place.

I live vicariously through the ones who took their lives, delving into what it means to be inhuman. The meticulous process helps curb a certain hunger that I have, one of the so-called demons that I should probably deal with at some point. [ Or rather, one of the demons that he lets loose when not in the lab. ]
Idle hands and so on and so forth.

Perhaps what you need is an island... or at the very least a moat.

[ Is he joking? For the most part. ]

Ahh, that is very, very tempting.
One of these days, I'll find myself in a wooded area just to see if I can seek you out.
Do you travel at all? Have you tested the theory of it being tied to a specific place?

Fair. These particular minds are the hardest to shake off, possibly even indelible. One might find comfort in them, or repulsion. Two sides of the same curated coin.

{After all intrusive thoughts exist naturally, and he knows this, but what threatens to lurk underneath is beyond it. It’s consuming. It becomes unconventionally natural far too easily.}

A memory palace. I have that. For an actual isolated castle, I know one in Lithuania I can take over. It’s free real estate right now.

{And his terrible sense of humor arises on occasion to match.}

You’re welcomed to try. Most just intrude, so it’ll be somewhat of a change. Florence has an air for attracting ‘artful’ murder. They certainly were there, some orchestrated. I was seeking someone, but the bizarre ended up finding me in other ways aside from circumstances. The jury still stands.

For sure, I've seen many come and go, especially during residency. For myself, I have yet to come across a case that has repulsed me. Comfort, satisfaction, you name it. I enjoy their works, whether it be planned or out of pure spontaneity.

[ Terrible or not, it still manages to pull a slight smirk. ]
Oh look at that, dreams can come true. What would you bet that people and death would still find you?

Artful murder, keep tempting me, why don't you? I should consider traveling, there's really nothing to keep me tied down in one place, and I'm sure I could find work just about anywhere. After all, there's never a shortage of clientele.

I once knew an orderly at the BSHCI. He would do anything for me, only because he thought I was the killer he admired when in fact I wasn’t. I just knew how to be. We all have our foolish moments. Some find enlightenment in them.

I’d wager eventually people would crawl over the high walls and find a way to fester. Someone always gets too curious.

Not everyone has the skill and consuming depth il monstro has. Art spawns creativity in crevices of horror only imaginable to a few. Many fall in the manner of distaste. { Part of him is slightly protective over Hannibal’s work, and another demands he falls. } Where would you go? Let me know if you do find a taste of my surreal, then we’ll truly know the haunt is not just with me.

So you exploited him... did he ever find out you weren't the killer he had admired?
Never mind, scratch that, what intrigues me the most is that you know how to be one... do you ever feel tempted to follow through?
I assume you'd know how to cover your tracks... know exactly what investigators would look for and such. Also considering the position you're in, it's highly unlikely that they'd deem you a suspect until they run out of leads. Perhaps not even then...

[ He speaks from his own experience... for a time, Peter needed to cover his tracks, especially after the explosion in the secluded wing that left him with no easy access to an incinerator.

Nowadays, that was no longer the case. ]

What I would give to examine a body... [ Allow him a few seconds of musing before he responds to the next question. ] I don't know for sure, wherever the road takes me. I have considered Norway at one point, the change in temperature would definitely be an adjustment.

He did, yet he still continued. I had to do what I had to do. Being framed is not simple. I’ve already done what are the makings of my nightmares, if that’s what you’re asking. So yes, in being in these sort of minds, I know what a person suit looks like, how it functions. More than ever now, I won’t fall in the trappings of another.

{ He’s reminded of the man in the cage Chiyoh kept to punish, until Will decided to release him and force her hand in killing him. It almost seems distant in sort of being possessed. What he did to him afterwards was for Hannibal, and he’s sure it might still be at the Lecter estate. A dragonfly meant to haunt a past, even if rotted. It’s a different feeling than Hobbs or Randall Tier. He was in a position to exercise what lurked underneath. It was a means to an end he’s not sure is truly done.

Above all, it’s a part of him that he’s sealed and Hannibal took the key with him. }

What would you aim to gain in examining a body? Norway has less people and more land. Not a bad choice.

I imagine not... even if innocence is proven, I presume many people still see you through those lenses.

How do you identify a 'person suit'? If you don't mind me asking. Can't be as easy as it sounds, can it?

To witness something so skillfully and beautifully crafted... experience for one. In piecing together the process that was enacted, gratification and knowledge.

People have seen me through those lenses even before. Perspectives are unpredictable when herded. Although, it does depend on the source.

A "person suit" is tailored so tightly it becomes nearly a second skin, except it will never be. It's crafted intricately to fit into its surroundings that it makes even the expert eye question themselves. Only a few can craft a nearly perfected one, meanwhile most eventually tend to fall apart. But really, are we not all wearing veils of some form?

You are either a great study, or you're too overt. It's how people started to shift their perspective of me.

Herd mentality... such a dangerous thing in the wrong hands. We have such an infinite amount of potential and yet we waste it on conformity.

[ Of course, Peter is just confident enough to count himself among those with one that is nearly perfected. And why wouldn't he? He has yet to come across an individual who could glimpse underneath without his consent. ] True enough. I suppose we all learn to hide certain aspects at one point or another in our lives.

No comment.
However, I see your point, it can become quite a dangerous game. If you're too good at your job, especially in this field, then people can begin to question.

@sentientsonder

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject