[ DEPARTURE ]

[sheriffexe]

DEPARTURE

It's time to go. Most people are on the train by now. Settled into their cabins and among friends and loved ones. There are only three new arrivals left to board and once they do, Hal pulls a conductor's hat out from underneath the bar, tugs it on, and steps around it to the middle of the train. He opens his mouth to talk, voice filling the train. "It's time to go. Stops happen once a day until everyone's departed and I already have your stopped listed. If you'd like to be prioritized, let me know, otherwise we'll go in order of death. Settle in and enjoy the ride. If there's anything you need, don't hesitate to ask, folks." This, of course, means that those who died earliest (Manfred, Higekiri) will depart first while those who died latest (Barnham, Damian, Percy) will depart last. There's a stop for everyone, though those who want to get off together are more than welcome to. Hal pulls a notepad and pen out of his pocket later and people will notice that he goes around the train confirming stops with everyone. Whatever feeling Hal may have had to a character back in town isn't noticeable here -- he is simply a robot assigned with a job. After that, it's all a matter of settling in and enjoying the ride. If that's possible for you, at least.

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Comments

[sating]

[ The analogy of the coin gets his lips to turn up slightly, and he nods a bit more deeply than just an idle gesture. It makes it clear that it's a comparison he finds satisfactory and accurate enough, though Milla's assessment is also quite correct. Hannibal's whimsy is dangerous on a scale that people have had difficulty truly categorizing. He's a master at what he does, and he leaves a wake of blood and destruction with it, but what that thing is—It's not neatly summarized by a single word. Having the two faces of the coin makes it nearly impossible. ]

If it's something more, it does tend to make a bit more sense. I have often come to meet people who indulge in killing others as I do. They would perhaps be more understandable. But I have never met another truly like me.

[ It would sound arrogant in a different tone, but Hannibal says it quite simply. He's not bragging about the fact so much as stating it for additional context. ]

But yes, it did. [ There's a pause, and deciding to be honest, he adds: ] For a time, at least. I will grow bored eventually. But I could not tell you what that may look like. I do not know, myself.

[thatsthespirit]

[bored. . . hmph. she gives her head a small shake. she might understand, but there is absolutely no part of her that can condone. these dark parts of humanity. . . those who would use their influence and power to harm and manipulate others to harm. . .]

[she really would have killed him, if he were on her world. it would have been, in her eyes, a necessity]

[but he isn't, and so all she can do is indulge in conversation instead]

Then I hope, for the sake of those who might ignorantly flock to you in the future, that you don't grow bored too quickly.