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Hannibal nodded at the class and watched them as they took their seats. Older people were less malleable than students, but might have more experience; you never knew where you might find a good recruit.

Hannibal's clothes were more casual, his shirt unbuttoned; he had earrings in both ears and a few flashy rings on. He was more loudly confident and less refined, and he smelled a bit like smoke. His accent was heavier than it had been last week.

“So — good vocabulary this time!” he announced with a smirk, writing it on the board.

Verslas - business
Bankas - bank
Konsultantas - consultant
Sąskaita - banking account
Sąskaitos numeris - account number
Indėlis - a deposit
Įnešti indėlį - to make a deposit
Išrašyti kvitą - to write a check
Kreditas - a loan
Kreiptis dėl kredito - to apply for a loan
Imti kreditą - to get a loan
Sutikti kreditą - to give a loan
Garantija - a guarantee
Pavojingas - dangerous
Atsargus - careful
Pažadas - a promise
Pažadėti - to promise
Subtilus - delicate

"So, talk!"

[OOC: Yep, still mob-boss!Hannibal! Enjoy!]

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Hey, at least the class is still the same, right?

Such as it is.

...whatever you might have brought with you. Nope, no food this week. What, you think he's wasting money on this?

If you really have to. Or if you want a job with the Lithuanian mob. Or if you want to help bring down a different mobster; he loves a challenge!

This BDE is too much fun.

Jonothon Starsmore

Jonothon had been at this 'sensing his surroundings without a head' thing for enough years now that he really didn't have all that much trouble picking out the words on the board. And really, these particular words only made sense.

Or, well, most of them did. He had a moment, while he was committing this new vocabulary to memory, where he sort of lingered on 'dangerous,' took Hannibal's new attitude and outward appearance into consideration, and then... shrugged it off.

He wasn't being outright antagonistic. Hannibal could have any manner of unsavoury habits and Jono wouldn't get too concerned. Besides, he had a lingering sort of feeling that this wasn't the first time Hannibal had been not-quite-himself lately, though he couldn't entirely put a finger on why. Most of the other week was a bit of a haze for some reason.

Sheba Priestly

Okay. So the teacher was back to being a guy. Only . . . creepier. Yes, definitely creepier.

Sheba told herself it was the whole oeuvre, not just the thicker accent that read "cement shoes" to her. Though she had to admit, growing up in a fairly xenophobic culture meant the accent was not helping.

Neither was the bottom of that vocab list. That bit wasn't helping at all.

Jack Priest

Some of the signifiers had changed since the time Jack was born in, but he still knew how to tell when someone was Up to No Good. Sometimes that wasn't even a bad thing: The underworld, after all, had its uses.

This wasn't one of those times.

He was unusually quiet during the class, wary of this new version of Dr. Lecter. He didn't seem like someone whose attention he wanted to court.

Eleanor Lamb

Jono couldn't see the girl who had taken the seat next to his, or the worried glances that she kept sending his way. But maybe he could sense those, too.

"Professor Jono?" she asked, in a low voice, once the lecture had finished. "Might I ... speak with you?"

Of course he could sense that she was there and giving him worried looks. It wasn't as though he was new to being aware of his surroundings without half of his senses, after all.

//Of course, Eleanor. Is something the matter?//

"Not with me," she said. "Although it might be. Everything's going a little sideways, of late. People aren't how I remember them."

Little sisters could sort through the memories without being overwhelmed, but no little sister had been exposed to as much ADAM as she had. Maybe the memories were starting to leak somehow?

"But that's not ... why I wanted to talk to you," she continued, carefully. "It's not me, that is. It's you."

//You want to speak to me because... of me.//

Well, that was an interesting turn of events. Jonothon crossed his arms over his chest, his mask tilting a little, as if he was actually tilting his head at her curiously.

//And why, pray, would that be, luv? I haven't done something to offend, have I?//

Eleanor blinked, taken aback by his question.

"No," she said. "No, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to -- imply that."

She was terrible at words. She was going to draw a deep breath and try again.

"I wanted to ask ..." She bit her lip. This was terribly personal, but there was no way around it. "Are you ... in pain? Does it hurt?"

//I'm afraid I don't...//

Oh. Oh. She was another one on the list of people who didn't think that his...

Well.

//This?// He lifted an arm and rapped his knuckles firmly against the helmet twice. It made for quite the impressive echo. //No, there's no pain, luv. It's... rather past the point of pain. There's nothing left there to feel.//

So it was just ... gone. Dissolved into flames. What must that be like, to feel yourself burning away? Was he in danger of losing more?

"Do you need ... help?" she asked, cautiously. "I don't ... that is. I don't know if I can help."

She could try. It ran the risk of making things worse. But what exactly would "worse" even be?

//Well... I seem to be getting along well enough,// Jono replied, trying not to sound half as awkward as this conversation seemed to be. //Did you have something in particular in mind, Eleanor?//

Kenzi Malikov

Kenzi suspected that the other her she'd heard about would have found all this fascinating. She had no idea how Other Kenzi would take the professor being... more ... something, though.

So, she was carefully repeating the new words, and adding in all the ones she'd learned over the last few weeks (since she hadn't missed any classes due to Vegas).

"It's not just me, right? I'm not just getting a bad vibe because I grew up in Moscow?"

"How're you doing, Jonothon?" Kenzi had been relieved Jonothon seemed okay during rehearsal on Saturday, but she wasn't counting on that still being the case without checking.

"I did," Eleanor said. She was squeezing her fingers together, now, trying to figure out how to word this. "It wouldn't be hard to do. It might help. It might ... not. I think I could undo it, if it didn't. But it might all interact strangely and that might not work, either. I ..."

She cleared her throat. "I'm offering," she said, finally. "If you want. It would be no hardship to try, or to reverse it, either. But I can't say for sure that it's safe. I need to be clear on that."

She had offered once before, when he had been functionally mute from his lack of telepathy, and he had quite understandably declined. He might well again, considering the situation. But if he wanted to try --

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