Ah, Home Again (open)

[†Hannibal†Lecter†]

/::/First night back\::\

Hannibal limped along the dirty trail in some small German German. His hair was long and unkempt, frayed at the ends and sticking up in odd directions. Hannibal's normally bright maroon eyes were dark and had a crazed, half conscious look about them. He was wearing a maroon dress shirt that was littered with holes that exposed wounds on his white chest and sides; a pair of black pants that would have been very nice if they were not stained with blood and dirt; and his signature black trench coat, all threadbare and travel worn. His face was covered in five o'clock shadow and his whole body looked too thin. An old sheath strapped to his back held a beautifully polished blade that he kept well sharpened.

Hannibal's eyes were set at some target in front of him and a loping walk betrayed a broken bone somewhere in his left leg. His face was determined and set in a grimace of pain. Small grunts escaped his tightly closed lips from time to time when there was even a small obstacle in the road. I have to find someone. To get back at Them. Gotta make Them pay. He loped along as these half-thoughts cluttered his mind.

Finally, Hannibal stumbled and fell, loosing his center of balance on a large boulder in the middle of the road that he had been too wrapped up in his thoughts to notice. He lay in the dirt for a few seconds, gathering his strength to pick himself up again, and then pulled his tired body back to a sitting position. He looked around, noticing the people staring at him. He caught his reflection in a store window and shuttered. Not gonna make that mistake again. He heaved himself up to an awkward stance and looked for somewhere to regroup. Hannibal spotted a little bar and limped over to it, breathing heavily with the strain. He imminently gimped over to the bar (mostly because it was almost deserted), ignoring the other chairs and tables.

He sat down, keeping his sword strapped to his back and waited for the bartender to come over. "Yeah, lemme have a half and half, he grunted to the American-looking man and watched him go off to get the drink.

[petal]

The hills were alive
With the sounds of a roaring fire

The child quickly ran out from the flames extinguishing them quickly with jets of water from nowhere. He was panting, now kneeling against the ground. He had no idea how close he was to Hannibal, but emerging from the flames was a skeleton.

He lept to his feet and felt power surging all the way through him and his palms went to the sky. Golden lightning came from clouds and encircled the skeleton who as soon as they hit him vanished in a black smoke puff.

He was burned, badly so. His pale skin indicated he had not fed in a long time. But for now he fell backwards against the ground. Vladimir had kidnapped him one day while he took a daylight stroll, and Kahen had been gone for months. He had finally escaped his clutches.... finally.....

[†Hannibal†Lecter†]

/::/I like cats, I just can't eat a whole one by myself \::\

Hannibal went to take a drink of his beer, but paused with it halfway up to his mouth. He had felt a power that he had not felt in a long time. It wasn't his, but someone close to him. Kahen. He must be here! Hannibal downed his Guiness and Harps and jumped up. "It's been nice talking to you Harvey, but I have to go save a kid." And he slammed the money on the table in front of him. He wasn't vene sure if the barkeeper's name was Harvey, he just happened to hink of it at the moment and said it. His laugh was a little crazed as he limped out of the bar, ignoring the dozens of pairs of eyes that followed his ragged figure until he reached the door.

Hannibal reached the night air and breathed it in deeply. Ah, the night. It's good to be home. Hannibal looked around for a minute before he remembered what he was there to do. "Oh, right. Kahen. Trouble. Usual." He smelled the air, trying to see if he could scent the child in the vicinity. He did and set off in that direction, still limping slightly and his face set in a scowl.

Hannibal stopped and then started again when he saw the small body slumped against the ground. Hannibal recognized the white hair, and th ematching skin, and began his loping jog over to the body. "Not a corpse, not a corpse, not a corpse." Hannibal whispered a prayer as he reached Kahen and fell to the ground next to him. Hannibal grabbed his shoulder and began shaking Kahen. He got up right to his face, checking for breathing against his cheek. "Kahen. Kahen! Come on boy, it's Hannibal. You remember me ya? Come on. Show me those eyes."

[petal]

This is what happens when you shake a chased kid.

As he was touched, even though his eyes were closed he backflipped, so he was indeed alive in more ways than one. Air was compressing within his hands, and damn it looked painful. But his eyes opened and he said, " Oh. Hows it going"

Ah kahen, casual and enlightening, what would hannibal do without him? Kahen however spotted the limp and sighed. Herbs began to shoot up around them, none of them familiar to him and he said, " You might as well limp over."

[†Hannibal†Lecter†]

Hannibal jumped back when Kahen did his acrobatics and then settled down, putting a hand on his chest to slow his non-beating heart. "Jesus Kahen, what do you think you're doing? Scaring an old man like me like that." He laughed a little and started to walk, slowly, over to the child. "Kahen, you really don't need to. I'm fine see?" He bent down and touched his toes, then straightened up, smiling light-heartedly at Kahen. "Besides, you're probobly more hurt than I am. I'm just a little scratched. See? He lifted up his shirt a little, only exposing a tiny bit of his stomach because the rest of it was scarred and scratched. Wow, I need to stop trying to prove myself to this kid.

Hannibal did indeed limp over to where Kahen had set up shop and sat down next to him. "I really don't need anything. You're the one who needed saving. That's why I came here! Not so you could cure me!"

[petal]

" Night night" He grinned devilishly as he thrust his palm into hannibals chest,knocking him out before he would be ale to protest. He then set to work. " Jesus he needs to be a lot more careful"

-Hours later-

Hannibal was still asleep and it was gone. The limp, all the scars. This kid knew his stuff. But right now he was staring at the stars, a small fire crackling in front of him, just big enough for him.

[†Hannibal†Lecter†]

[[ooc. dude, Max, can you not make Hannibal wake up yet, I have something in mind and it makes it a little hard if you're controling him too.]]

[petal]

[you want him still out? mk