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[t_x_unit]

WHO: The T-X/Hannibal Lecter.
WHERE: Doctor Lecter's Magical Adventure Emporium personal room.
WHAT: Genocidal robot from the future gets assigned to help a vicious, intellectual cannibal from killing by shooting sparkly rainbows at him. Instead, it chooses to meet up for an important chat. HELLO, CLARICEThe T-X was a world away from the earliest

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[cannibalmind]

Hannibal opened the door. He was dressed in one of his good pale linen suits, though there were still faint traces of charcoal under his nails from an orgy of sketching. The products were stacked on his desk.

"Ms. Anderson. Please come in." He did not comment on her loveliness, as it struck him as something she would find irrelevant.

[t_x_unit]

Being stuck together for an extended period of time had given the machine more of an understanding for why it had been paired with the man, than some other inmates. Then, it had been circumstances. Now, it was about resultsIt had entered the room without much regard for formalities, beyond those which were strictly necessary. A quick visual appraisal of the surroundings confirming them to be much the same as during the previous visit

[cannibalmind]

He nodded, mildly pleased. "I have a project I would like you to sit for at some point. A wider project which will involve multiple Barge portraits."

He pressed his lips together at her assertion as he took the seat at his desk and swiveled it around. His fingertips tented together. "Very well, then. Do go on."

[t_x_unit]

"I'd be pleased to co-operate," the blonde replied. A being perfectly suitable to adopt a statuesque pose of complete stillness, if ever need be