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[Open & Close ] To the perpetually plain ...

Who: Will Graham and various others!
What: Catch-all log for before Will's death
Where: Various locations around the City
When: Backdated to start of the month, before the 12th
Warnings: To Be Announced! Just arguing and possible violence?

[ Closed to Maketh ]

Will had been hanging out with Jill Valentine pretty much since he arrived here, he'd even been tagging along on some of her patrols for the Guard. Sure, it wasn't the kind of police work he'd been used to back when he worked in Homicide, and it was a far stretch from the job Jack Crawford had him doing as a special agent with the FBI, but it was something.

He'd done a little snooping, found out what kind of people worked for the City Guard and how someone would go about getting in. Henry, that was they guy he'd been told to go talk to and he fully intended to! But first, he wanted his gun back.

Sending Maketh a message seemed like the logical thing to do, however, Will knew Maketh and how she felt about him, there was no way she'd simply agree to give him his weapon back via text. No, he waited around the Guardpost until she was on shift. He'd jimmied the door open with a small knife taken from the armory seeing as no one was around and he didn't fancy hanging outside.

So there he was, sitting in one of the chairs, thumbing his way through a bunch of paperwork that had rather clumsily been left out. Waiting for Maketh was nerve wrecking, he never knew what kind of a mood she was going to be in.

[ Closed to Sato ]

It had been a while since Will had visited the Armory. He'd been specifically banned from it actually! But still, as he recalled, he was banned from taking a weapon from there, not actually going in and handling the weapons. Sure, that might have been a small technicality but Will was going with it.

There he was, picking up various weapons, some of which he had only seen in books and movies. Currently swinging what looked like some kind of spear around, thrusting it and attempting to get a feel of it, before picking up something that resembled a Zweihander.

Sure, these kind of weapons were not ideal but Will was struggling to see how safe and protected he'd feel with just a flip knife and old rusty gun that only had one bullet. It was while picturing how stupid he'd look with one of these anicient weapons, that Will lost his hold, dropping the sword to the ground with a loud, resonating clatter. Grimacing his face, knowing full well it would have disturbed anyone else in there.

Time to make a swift exit, empty handed of course.

[ Closed to Lance ]

Just as promised, Will was going to show Lance how to look after one of the fennec foxes he'd been caring for. Okay, so maybe he got the feeling that Lance just wanted to play with something cute for a few hours, but still, it was something different to do in the Cave and Will was probably just as curious about Lance as he was about him. They'd never met in person yet and it was when face to face that Will got a real feel of a person's character.

Taking the initiative, Will decided to call Lance as he was already on his way to the apartment with a few of the animals. He sent a message with his address at the Spires and waited for Lance to respond and come over. Hannibal was out, probably at the clinic or collecting ingredients for dinner, so it seemed like a perfect time to have company over. SOmehtin Will didn't do often.

The whole in the wall where the window had been smashed through, was now covered with cardboard and a sheet, hopefully, Lance wouldn't ask too many questions about it.

[ Open to All ]

Will was down by the Lake, he'd promised to catch more fish and help save up a stockpile of food in case the City should need it. He wanted to get started on it right away, start the smoking and drying process as soon as possible so the fish he caught wouldn't get wasted or ruin.

He'd also promised some people that he would teach them how to fish, sent out a message on the network letting people know he'd be down here and should they want to, he'd be willing to spare a few hours and show them the ropes. He only had one rod but there were so many other ways to catch a fish. Will had set up a rock formation in a more shallow part of the lake, a funnel of pebbles and stones to filter the fish in the dip he'd made. It got you wet, but it was a pretty effective way to fish with your hands.

[ note: feel free to add your own starter if there was something else you wanted for Will! This is a catch-all log so anything is welcomed! ]

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The door was open. There were scratches on the lock.

Maketh just shook her head. Apparently she was going to have start booby trapping the place.

She had her gun out as she stepped in, scanning the room before finally settling on the culprit.

Oh, wonderful.

Maketh lowered her rifle with a frown.

"You're going to put those back exactly as you found them, Will Graham. What are you doing in here?"

"Don't get too deep, there's some sharks still," Amos reports as he wanders up to the lake, hands in his jean pockets. There's a twig from the orchard in his hair. He has no network invitation, just a rambling walk that's lead him to the lake. "An' some of the cave fish are meat eaters too, watch the teeth."

Strange thoughtfellows, blind and albino cave fish, some dappled with patterns and others ghostly clear, some with huge dark-seeing eyes and some with no eyes at all. Amos wrinkles his nose playfully at Will. "Hey handsome, whatchya up to?"

Lance definitely wanted to play with cute animals for awhile.

He'd never had any pets growing up, for many reasons, and the closest he'd ever gotten in his hectic adult life had been a goat that ended up staying in his office for a few days, a chinchilla that belonged to a neighbor and he found eating old college papers, and two lobsters he'd kept in his fridge for a time while trying to convince himself to go ahead and cook them. All of these short lived experiences had ended with the animals moving on to better homes, the lobsters included.

So he was always excited to play with animals, let alone get to take care of them. And, of course, he was also very interested to meet Will in person; it was far easier for him to get a sense of someone--even when not trying to analyze them any further than a person would normally--when he had a change to speak with them in person. Still, he was hesitant when he actually reached Will's apartment; there was an inherent risk in meeting someone new, especially in this place, in an isolated environment. Lance was a little more sensitive to that than usual considering some occurrences in Hadriel and what had happened just before arriving here, and the fact that he was still healing from that latter experience.

But he was pretty sure meeting Will was not going to be dangerous, and so he regathered his courage and knocked on the door. Besides, the risk was worth it to play with fennec foxes, right?

Right.

Will was engrossed in one of the files when he first noticed someone was in the room. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up at the sensation of being on the other end of a pointed gun.

Still, it was nice that she lowered it without them arguing, and honestly, she seemed more concerned with him going through the papers than the small damage he'd done to the door.

" I can fix the door. You should consider a mechanism that would blow it and render it un-openable." Tossing her a look as he stood up. " I could maybe make something?" Knowing full well she would refuse anyway, Will let the subject drop.

He wasn't going to humor her by giving a response to her quip about the files, but he was going to answer her question. "I've come to talk to you. I thought that if I messaged or called you wouldn't take me seriously... So, here I am."

Giving her that fake smile he wore so easily, just for her as he extended his arms, letting the files drop down to the table top.

A little startled as he heard the voice coming from behind him. Will turned his head over a shoulder to see who was talking to him. Offering a small smile as he recognized Amos.

"Hey! Yea, I er, I know... I've actually been wondering about catching some of the bigger things down there... Just not sure how to go about it safely."

As Amos grew closer, Will stepped out of the water, setting his fishing rod against a homemade stand he'd put together with a few bits of wood and stone. He looked away and twitched his mouth in a mix of amusement and nerves from the 'handsome' comment. He could never tell if Amos was just joking about or if he was so inclined that way?

"Just the usual. Fishing, although I'm trying to get as much as I can today. I want to be useful if the City should need more food. What brings you out this way? Oh and..."

Will reached up, pulling the twig from Amos' hair, twirling it between finger and thumb before smirking. "Been ambling in the brambles, have we?"

It was smart thinking, to be a little concerned about meeting strangers here. Even if they had spoken a few times over the phone device. Just look at when the Fear saw fit to bring in a bunch of doubles? What if something like that had transpired and Lance was unknowingly walking casually to his doom?

Good just it was just Will, nothing up his sleeves and no mass murderer waiting to jump his victim. Hannibal was out for the evening too so there would be no other surprise meetings for the duration of Lance's visit, though Will recalled Lance saying he'd met Dr. Lecter already? It was a risk, having two Doctors in his life already, let alone inviting Lance in too but oh well...

As Will heard the knock at his door, the fox he'd chosen for Lance to meet, decided it wanted to run a muck and scamper around the apartment. Currently, in the process of chasing after and tempting it into behaving, Will called out in a loud, clear voice. "It's open! Come on in! Just! Close the door behind you fast!" He didn't want to risk the critter escaping.

"I already have," Maketh snapped, shouldering her weapon. She promised Sweets that it wouldn't come to violence between her and Will. Or at least she'd promised to try. Best not to break that so quickly, if she can manage it. "I was told my measures were unfair and unnecessarily painful when people seem to come and go as they please. But in light of your suggestion I will reconsider the matter."

She crossed her arms with a frown.

"What did you want to discuss?"

...Huh. That wasn't what he was expecting to hear, but Lance did as he was told; he only cracked the door far enough to slip in sideways, shutting it carefully but quickly behind him and then looking to see if he could catch sight of Will. He also couldn't help but take a quick glance around and get a sense of his surroundings, although it was much more a cursory look than anything investigatory, and he remained close to the door just in case he needed to make any sort of retreat.

He was dressed simply that day in jeans and a sweater, his gun hidden out of sight underneath the long hem, and was wearing sneakers instead of the nicer shoes that were the only part of what he was wearing when he arrived to have survived. His hair was also starting to get slightly out of control, a little longer than before and fully reverted back to its naturally curly texture, but it just added to his purposefully nonthreatening look. To be fair, the effort was not just for Will; Lance had decided that it was probably a better strategy to go with in Hadriel at the moment, and there was also the side bonus of it being much more comfortable than maintaining a more formal FBI-regulation appearance.

It also meant he didn't have to worry about ruining a suit while playing with a possibly-too-exuberant fox.

"I'm inside; what's going on?" He asked, after a moment, not particularly loudly--he still hadn't tried raising his voice after being injured and wasn't feeling like doing so now--but hopefully the apartment wasn't that large and Will would hear him alright anyway.

Edited 2017-05-16 04:49 (UTC)

"I'm just thinking of the safety of the Guard and the privacy of those theses files are on." Yet there he was, looking through them anyways.

Will was a little surprised to hear that someone had managed to get through to Maketh, explaining that she didn't need to use brute force as a go-to answer. Huh, funny that she's actually considering it and listen to someone. Shame she didn't listen back when he first met her... Could have saved a world of hurt.

As Maketh crossed her arms, Will sat on the edge of the table, resting his hands on his lap. He knew full well that she wasn't going to like what he had to ask, but it was worth a shot anyway.

"well, firstly I'd like to discuss the possibility of me having my own gun back. I've not fired it since I arrived here and it was fully loaded when you took it from me." Taking the gun Maketh had given him instead and set it on the table. " This only has one bullet in the chamber and I can't get a feel for it. Besides, it's something from home, something that means a lot to me and I'd like it back." It was the gun he'd killed Hobbs with, after all, his ghost still haunted Will to this day.

Taking a breath and raising a hand to stop her from talking before he had finished. Oh the audacity of him~ " Secondly, I want to join the City Guard. I know it's Henry I need to talk to but I thought I'd come to you first, considering you'd be the one to oppose should I request it. I've been walking the routes and doing the rounds with someone else and I think I have the hang of it by now. Besides, you could use someone like me on your side."

Other than the broken and shoddily fixed window in the living room, the apartment was fairly tidy, with very few nice things around it. That was Hannibal's influence, should Lance look to the left, he'd see a bedroom door ajar, that was Will's room. The blinds closed, the bedsheets missing, an old boat engine on the floor with various old tools he'd scavenged around it and a few wet t-shirts drying on an airer. Will still suffered from nightmares and the fever seemed to attack him at night when sleeping, leaving his bed soaked through with sweat.

Hannibal's room on the other hand? Well, his door was closed, there was nothing suspect in there, but it would be rude to open a closed door just for ones own curiosity, wouldn't it?

"Hey! We're over here." Will called out, popping his head around the corner of the kitchen. " Could you grab that towel on your way past? I've got him cornered but he's not playing ball today." What a perfect learning experience for Lance! Will could show him how to catch and calm a spooked fox right off the bat.

That wasn't the point, Maketh wanted to snap. The information was hardly classified. But she took a breath and swallowed it down. Focus. Be professional.

And then he started talking.

Maketh felt her eye twitching. She put a hand over it.

"You want to join the Guard. Why would I possibly agree to that?"

The issue of the gun will come later.

He remembered seeing the boat engine before, from when he called Will most recently, but the lack of sheets on the bed is... Odd. But that was something to consider later, along with the patched window, and instead he focused on grabbing the towel Will asked for and heading for the kitchen.

Now that he knew the issue was probably a misbehaving fox he was a bit less tense and a lot more curious as he leaned into the kitchen, offering the towel but not wanting to approach more in case he scared the fox. "Here. Where is he?"

Will knew he was annoying her simply by being there in the room, uninvited, but he wanted to have this conversation and was going to force her to.

Watching her motions, reading her body language, Will knew he was only getting her all the more vexed. Not what he'd wanted but it seemed unavoidable anyway, so he continued despite it.

"I do, yes. I think I could be helpful... Why would you disapprove? I mean you're in the Guard after all." Not meaning offense, he was just trying to make his point. " I have training and experience, I can take a nonviolent route when you fail to."

Oh, the issue of his gun had better not get forgotten. Will isn't going to let it rest. Sorry.

There were a lot of things Maketh almost said to that. In the end she grit her teeth and swallowed them down. Focus. Be professional.

When she finally does speak, her voice is carefully even.

"You have been proven untrustworthy in the field. You hallucinate. Information you provided has been useful, yes. But I have no reason to put you in the field and risk my guards!"

She narrowed her eyes, dropping her hand.

"Jill, apparently, has taken the risk upon herself. Any particular reason I should force it on the others?"

"Right under here, look." Will leaned to the side, letting Lance see a very cute, very spooked fox under the kitchen table. Extending his hand and taking the towel, Will quickly and carefully placed the fabric over the animals head before wrapping it up in a bundle and dragging it over to his lap where he sat.

"Winston came barging in and scared him. I think he thought he wanted to play. Easier to teach people how to look after a fox then it is a dog, apparently." Tossing Lance an amused expression as he quickly glanced up at him. "C'mon, just pick him up as he is and set him in your lap. Covering his head calms him as he can't see anything to suddenly make him jump. Plus he'll get used to your smell now."

Going to stand up, while still pining the fox down in the fabric with one hand. Waving from Lance to get involved with the other.

The clatter prompts a light avuncular chuckle as Sato strolls into the Armory proper.

After being out in the tunnels for a while, he's not exactly clean -- or rather, his clothes have a good few rips and bloodstains, but the skin underneath is clean and intact. But aside from his pistol, he's not carrying any weapons... yet. Somewhere out there in the labrynthine twists and turns of the caves, there's a mound of monstrous shambling greenery with a sword and a couple knives lost somewhere, well, inside it.

Still, it wasn't a bad run up until that point, Sato figures, and so seems in a pleasant enough mood when he comments on Will's butterfingers, "Maybe something smaller would be a better fit."

Oh no, it's so cute, and it looks so nervous. Lance steps a little more into the room, although he does so slowly, watching as Will carefully snags the little creature in the towel and remembering something he'd read once recommending using the same tactic on an angry cat. He doesn't remember why he'd come across such information, and it's not exactly helpful here, but whatever.

It's easy enough to put together that Winston must be Will's dog, which makes him wonder where said dog is now, but he presumes he's probably shut in the other bedroom or something so as not to scare the fox further. And speaking of not scaring the fox, he listens to what Will explains but is more than slightly suddenly nervous as Will indicates for him to do it; this is all happening a little fast.

Still, he steps forward and moves to sit down on the kitchen floor; his injured leg only protests a little and he can ignore it, crossing his legs and hesitantly and cautiously reaching out to gather up the little fox. His attention is completely on the task at hand, any previous wariness about Will or being in his apartment clearly not as important as trying to calm the little fox.

It's only after he's gingerly settled the small animal in his lap and gently run his hands down its fur that he looks up at Will again. "Is this right? I've never..." Held a fox, of course, but really any other animal either aside from a cat here or there that a friend or acquaintance might've owned.

This Again? " I was ill!" Still is, but she doesn't need to know that part. At least he was seeking some medical attention for the fevers, hallucinations, and fits... Didn't mean they had stopped though and the fact Maketh was using that as a reason to deny him, frankly vexed him.

"You're a bigger risk than I am, Maketh! Hah, you know, you really should take a look in the mirror once in a while." Hands on his hips as he started to pace about. The moment she mentioned Jill's name, Will interrupted, pointing a rather annoyed forefinger right at her face.

He just wanted to help people. Why was it so hard for her to understand that?

"Don't you dare bring Jill into this! I've never done anything but look out for her, if fact I'm utterly insulted you suggest I'm a risk to her let alone anyone else!" Oh, he was fuming... Huffing and shaking his head, tossing her a repulsive glare. The cheek!

Will froze. He'd been told that he wasn't allowed to take anything from the Armory, yet nothing had been said about touching and in effect, dropping. Still, he didn't think Maketh would see it the same way as he did, should she find out he was, in fact, browsing through the weapons.

Turning towards the sound of a chuckling laugh, then a very clear voice. Oh God, no. It was none other than the very man he'd been sent to investigate. Swallowing down the nervous lump in his throat, Will nodded, avoiding eye contact altogether as he rubbed his hands together then fidgeted with the pockets of his trousers.

"I er... I wasn't looking for a fit so much as fulfilling a childhood fantasy." That nervous, quick, half smiled quirked at the corner of his lips. Will tossing Sato a fast little look, a flash of his eyes passing the older man's features. "I mean... Slaying a dragon with a sword or bashing a great shield at attempting a parry."

He should just stop talking. He was making a fool of himself. A fool who dropped huge lumbering double handed swords with about as much grace as a donkey.

Sato of course has no idea. They haven't actually met before. But he fancies himself a reasonable judge of others, and there's definitely no mistaking this nervousness... and fear? Possibly.

"I don't think there's dragons in the tunnels right now, but there's nothing to stop you from working to make your dreams come true, going out to slay monsters," he says, almost encouragingly as he heads for the weapons rack himself. He's not an overly tall man himself, and massive swords and axes are slow -- the machetes and cutlasses are a better fit. "Of course it'd be easier if Rage was willing to hand out automatic weapons or RPGs, but I couldn't convince her," he continues conversationally, attempting to be easy-going and watching Will's reaction out of the corner of his eye.

Will was full of useless information himself, he'd randomly think of something, such as where the origins of Sylvester the cat's catch phrase Sufferin' succotash. Still, it was good to store an ample amount of useless information now and again, it meant there were things worth forgetting should something worth remembering come along.

Winston gave out a playful bark from the other room. Will hadn't locked him out the way, he just knew not to test Will when he was busy. He was a good dog, it was hard going, trying to convince him to join Will's merry little pack, but he was happy enough once he did. It was a shame and also a blessing that Winston was here with him. His dogs were missed dearly and Winston got more than his share of Will's love.

Will watched as Lance came and sat by his side. Noticing how his leg bowed and bent and the mild discomfort it seemed to bring. Had Lance been hurt? Once the fox was in his guest's lap, Will slowly stoo up and leaned against the counter top, looking down at how natural Lance seemed to take to calm the animal. He used this time to scan him over with his overkeen eyes. Getting a feel for him as subtly as he could.

"You're doing fine." He confirmed. "Slide your hand to his underbelly, you'll feel how calm he is now. Should be able to move the towel soon..."

If Lance ever needed to make room for useful information in his head, there's a whole lot of song lyrics he could forget. Although, that said, he likes to think that filling his brain with lyrics to songs he hasn't heard in years and years is the reason he can't do advanced math; it's a good excuse.

Lance glances up at the sound of the dog bark, a little startled and ready to scoop up the fox and stand up if necessary, but no dog appears and he relaxes again a little. He likes dogs, or at least all the dogs he's ever met, but that doesn't mean he won't be slightly jumpy about one potentially coming out of nowhere while he's sitting on the floor holding a small animal.

He watches Will stand up and move to lean against the counter, offering a small smile at the assurance that he's doing fine with the little creature, and he presumes the point of touching its stomach is to feel for its heartbeat. So he does so, although he uses his left hand instead of his right; he's still used to being careful with his right, having broken it just before arriving in Hadriel, although it's mostly healed and no longer wrapped. It's also probably noticeable that although he's gently cradling the fox, he's keeping some distance between it and the left side of his body.

He's also paying less attention to Will than to the fox, having decided to trust that Will means no harm and that the animal needs the attention and reassurance more than he needs to be on guard. "He does seem calmer." Lance says, after a moment, sparing another glance up at Will. "Does he have a name?"

Maketh stands up, shoulders tense and eyes wide. How dare he. "I am responsible for their lives! If you are going to stand there and accuse me of--whatever it is you think I've done, you will damn well prove it, Will Graham!"

Her eyes are wide and furious.

"You have done nothing to demonstrate your ability to function in the field without endangering my guardsmen. And if you intend to get on the roster, then you will prove it have earned it."

She takes a breath. Lets it out.

"And you will prove it to Henry Percy, whose mercy is exceedingly less than my own."

But he was, in the end, impartial.

Will and fear were old friends. Everything Will did back home, was out of fear of something or other. Fear drove Will's every move, his every thought and mostly, every action. If Sato had senses like that of a dog, he would have been able to smell the clear and obvious scent of fear that dripped from Will like sweat from a brow.

Sure, they'd never met before but Will had shown up here and there, just before or just after Sato had been passing by. He'd even stalked him over the network whenever the chance presented itself. So to be in the same room and by coincidence? It was fair to say Will was taken aback just a little.

"No, I er... I er actually had the pleasure of seeing them first hand when I arrived... I was just, just being nonsensical, really." Will was a twitchy little man, especially when his nerves got the better of him, as they were doing now. Rubbing the side of his face, keeping his eyes closed as he talked, despite hoe strange, he must have looked in doing so.

So he liked to encourage other to involve themselves in dangerous activities? Another point to note when making his report later. Fond of more modern weapons too as it seemed. Will cracked open his eyes and watched Sato pick his blades of choice, moving without thinking about it, to be closer. Taking one of the blades beside the machetes and turning it over in his hand. "Did she say why she wasn't interested in automatic weapons?" Will too, side eyeing to see what Sato was doing, where he was looking and so on.

Will never really liked songs with lyrics. Too much to analyze when singing them back, over and over in your head. No, he preferred instrumental music, even though that could be just as powerful in what the notes were saying to you, it didn't have the focus on singing and for that reason, Will preferred it.

"Winston, easy. We have guests." He called out over a shoulder, picking up from Lance's body language that the sound of his dog made him slightly nervous or uncomfortable. Winston, of course, gave a soft grunt in response, his nose sniffing loudly at the door before his feet could be heard padding away and into Will's bedroom.

Will continued to watch Lance, frowning anxiously and looking away before relaxing and giving a little quick smile to the one Lance had offered. He wasn't used to people smiling at him, as sad as it sounds. "What happened to you?" He left it at that. Assuming Lance had been harmed but wanting to see what response was offered instead. Despite his mild discomfort at having a house guest, even thought he'd been invited, Will smiled again as he was asked about the foxes name.

"That's Raphael." Most of the foxes were named after Italian renaissance artists, some after classical musicians and the Nugs were named from Japanese words . "I think he actually likes you. Has his heart slowed down?" Will moved, coming to kneel down beside them, stroking between the foxes ears, watching as it pushed up towards the attention.

"It's not what you've done, so much as what you're capable of." Throwing a variation of her own words to him, back at her. She never had real proof that Will would harm the residents or the Guard here, so he was just as much in the right to want to join and help as she was to rule it.

"That's because you've never given me a chance to!" Snapping right back at her as she hissed her anger towards him. "Put me in the field alone then! If I fuck up and get hurt it's just me that's going to suffer for it. I can work alone you know! It's just you seem to be my only problem!"

Hah! He laughed at that last part. The idea that someone was harder to satisfy than Maketh? he didn't believe it and so let his amusement ring out in a chuckle behind his breath. "You talk of me proving to you excessively, Maketh... I think you're projection your own issues on me. I'm not your scapegoat or your punchbag, so quit with the holier than thou crap and put me out there!"

In addition to playing piano Lance sings--or used to, anyway, he doesn't know if he still can--so he enjoys songs with lyrics for the exact reason Will dislikes them. They say a lot, and hold a lot of emotion and meaning.

He appreciates Will calming the dog, though he makes a mental note to ask if he can meet him later. It's obvious Will cares a lot about the animal, just like he seems to about the foxes, and on a more selfish note he's totally willing to meet more cute animals... Just preferably one at a time.

The smile in return is nice to see, although Lance's own immediately falters at the question and his shifts his own gaze right back to the fox. Sure, he knows it isn't that hard to pick up the signs--he's seen Brennan do it for far more subtle ones--but he wasn't expecting it; he probably should've been, considering what he knows of Will so far.

Eventually he offers a small shrug, gaze still fixed on the fox, and the same vague answer he's given to most other people in Hadriel that he's had to explain to. "A case I was working before I got here went unexpectedly badly." It's an understatement, considering it's been over a month and he's still healing, but it's true.

Focusing on the fox's name is a good distraction though, and he glances up once again as Will moves to kneel next to them. "After the archangel, painter, or ninja turtle? Although I think they're actually named after each other in descending order, so the answer is really all the same." He's rambling a little, suddenly slightly nervous--not because of Will specifically, just in general--but soon nods at the question. "I think so."

The fox definitely seems calmer, and he didn't miss the comment about it liking him even if he didn't remark on it.

"I have already stated my terms!"

She was yelling now, no hesitation at all, matching him for volume and rage easily.

"Henry Percy will decide the matter. If you are found wanting, then you will never speak of this again. Now get out!"

"Too easy, apparently." Sato seems pretty indifferent on the issue, considering he's the one that brought it up in the first place. If Will isn't that interested in fighting, then he's automatically less interesting, and Sato... well, he isn't exactly the kind of guy that's going to care is someone has their eyes closed, if you get the drift. "I'm not disagreeing, but I think bringing a few RPG-7 rounds would make hunting monsters a lot more entertaining."

A thought does occur to him as he casually picks out a replacement machete and couple knives, adding, "Maybe that's why they didn't do so well against their enemies before. I should talk to Rage again soon. I wonder if she's even heard the word 'nuclear' before?"

How strange? Will had a piano in his home back in Wolftrap. If he could play it, he didn't, never had a guest to play for and he was always too busy solving a crime and rescuing dogs to have the time for indulging in something fun!

Will loved his animals dearly, he'd be happy to learn that it came across that way to outsiders. There was no doubt that Lance would meet Winston. After all, the dog seemed to follow Will wherever he goes, he has a knack for getting out of the apartment on his own.

That faltering smile was easily noticed by Will, who suddenly paid Lance more attention because of it. There was no way such a vague answer was going to wash with Will, but Will could work with such an unrevealing answer, all he needed to do was put a little imagination to it and he could get the gist of it. "You underestimated someone... Put yourself in a position of uncompromised safety... They had you in their sights and you only just made it out..." That was their design. Will frowned, looking off to the side, deep in thought. No, not now, he'd analyze it later, work out what happened and why right now there was a cute fox that needed attention.

"Hm? Oh er, no, I don't I'm much of a Master Splinter, do you?" A light-hearted laugh as he took Lance's hand and set it over the foxes head, right between the ears. "Just there. That's where he likes it best." Watching as the fox seemed to settle into a little curled up ball of fluff on Lance's lap. "Hannibal helped name them. So it's safe to say his inherited name is from the painter."

"Fine!"

Will yelled back, just as loud, just as furious. He was beyond himself. Why he'd even bothered to come and even attempt to talk to her, he didn't know. Will went to make his way towards the door, when he just had to turn around, fingers twitching as he anxiously, already, regretted what he was going to say. Though he said it all the same anyways.

"You're still avoiding the subject of my gun, Maketh. I might settle for the fact you'll try your damned hardest to keep me off the guard, but I want my property back. You have no right to keep it from me. You let murderers and monsters wander around with a free pass and yet treat me like I'm worse than them!?"

If she wasn't going to surrender it, then Will would just have to confiscate something of hers. Such as the files he'd just set down on the table. Scooping them up as he made a b-line for the door.

Will might not have been interested in fighting, but that was mostly because it involved another person. He'd been in the tunnels before, seen some of the horrors that dwell there. He was afraid, but that didn't mean he wasn't capable. Sometimes all we need is a little push in the right direction and we show what we're truly capable of. Will's flight or fight sense was just as tightly wound as the next psychopath. He just didn't know it yet.

As Sato continued in thought, Will actually let out a laugh. The shake of his shoulders as he silenced the sound, but was still clearly amused by the idea. "Nuclear, really?" Shaking his head and turning the blade over in his hand before looking up at Sato for a moment, giving him a smile. "Where's the fun in that?"

"Are you---are you serious!?"

Stealing her files? Really?

Maketh doesn't chase him, though she's tempted. She tips her head back and laughs.

"I keep multiple copies of those, Will! Go and be childish. See what it gets you!"

Again, he probably should've been expecting the guesses, but part of him had been thinking the 'no psychoanalyzing' agreement went both ways. But fine, two can play at that game--

Only he changes his mind, suddenly, uninterested in getting into a competition with Will. While a part of him is ready for the chance to do so, and prove his talent with reading people and deducing their stories, he can't see himself getting any benefit out of it other than stroking his ego; he doesn't think Will would take it well, and it'd be immature on Lance's end.

So instead he goes utterly neutral, and although it's surely obvious that it's purposeful--he isn't trying to hide that, and it'd probably be impossible to anyway--that doesn't change the message that he doesn't appreciate the prying and won't entertain it.

He sees Will reaching for his hand and so he allows it, letting him guide him to pet the fox's head, and he's immediately mollified by how soft it is and how the animal reacts. It's so cute, and he brings his other hand to gently pet Raphael's back at the same time as his head. "How long have you had these foxes?" He asks, after a moment, as a way to change the subject. He's also wondering-- "Do they all have really distinct personalities?"

"Who doesn't love a good old-fashioned boom?" Sato smiles, seeming in good humor. Done with the sharp edges section himself, he starts to wander a little, heading towards the bows if Will's willing to follow.

"And the EMP burst would be enough to knock them out if they're as technological as they sound. Much more effective than trying to fight robots with arrows," he continues, grabbing a smaller crossbow and squinting down the sights at the wall, checking it out thoroughly. It's just not the same, but it'll do.

Amos ducked his head a little at he reach, then giggled at the revelation of the twig. "Climbed a few trees earlier, yeah. Don't ask me 'bout shark fishing. Or any fishing. I don't fish or hunt. Seems unfair, yanno?" When he knew where animals were, could hear whether they're still or moving. Life was not fair, and he knew this, but he just was not comfortable with it.

Oh ho ho~ She's laughing at him now? She's not going to take him seriously at all, is she? She's never going to address the matter of his gun too!

So, in a last-ditch attempt at getting one up on her, Will stops for a moment at the door, his back to Maketh. He waits for her to finish her little quip at him before tossing the vast amount of paper he was holding, into the air behind him.

Opening the door, causing a draft as he goes to leave, the papers fluttering and spilling all around the room behind him.

"Enjoy cleaning up my mess then, Maketh."

With that, he leaves. He's foolish but he's not foolish enough to hang around for the backlash from that.

Will isn't a psychoanalyst though, he's just doing what comes naturally to him. He can't help it, can't turn it off. It's a part of him, not something he had to go to school to learn about. There are no tests to pass when it comes to what Will does. But yes, one would have thought the agreement would go both ways. Will never agreed to anything though...

Would Lance be surprised if Will were to tell him, he didn't think he would quip back? Will had already worked out that Lance wanted to, oh how he wanted to but would find no point in doing so other than mere point-scoring. He was one step ahead, always.

"I've had them for a good few months now. I er... I can't really tell you the exact date or time... I er... still struggle..." That was right, Will was still sick and so still displayed the symptoms he was suffering with, such as; loss of time and an unclear understanding on the date. Half the time Will assumed he was sleeping when awake and visa verse for when he was sleeping. It was a tiring way to live but Will refused to go to the clinic and be seen.

Smiling at the other question, Will nodded. "Oh yes. Very much so. Have a few trouble makers in the pack and a bunch of goody-two-shoes too."

For Lance, the line blurs hard; although his training and schooling helps, he's also always had a natural talent for understanding other people. Otherwise, no amount of school would've been enough to lead to him having the success that he's had in his field, especially with so many odds stacked against him due to his background.

Because he tries to come across as professional and composed as possible, he'd hope Will would've expected him not to react any other way; still, it's difficult for Lance to override his defensiveness, and so he's not always as good about controlling his responses as he might like to be.

At least Will focuses on the foxes and the question he asked, so he's able to concentrate on that as well; however, what Will actually says about his difficulties with time are concerning, and considering he brought it up--and, considering his personal question before--Lance feels like there's a fair opening to ask. "Does anyone know?" He's not pushing, at least not yet, for him to tell someone or get help, but he wants to know if this is something Will is dealing with just on his own; Lance really can't in good conscience just ignore if Will might need help.

"So which one is Raphael?" He asks, in regards to some of the foxes being little angels and some being little devils. By the name he should really be one of the former, but names don't mean everything.

Oh, Will is going to follow him alright, why wouldn't he? He's been desperate to be alone in a room with this man since he first found out about him. So, like a little spring lamb, Will follows Sato as he leads them to the bow section.

"Then why not just tell them to get something less destructive instead? There are other ways to make an EMP." The nuclear option was one that actually scared Will. Simply because they were in a cave, in the middle of nowhere with no hope of fleeing. So yea, tossing nuclear bombs around at anything that moved seemed like a pretty shitty idea.

"Do you do this a lot?" He asked, without any obvious subject to the question. He wanted to see how Sato answered, see if he was paying full attention or if he was lost in thought of weapons and warfare.

"You'd be surprised at how easy it is to lose weapons in the tunnels. Just another reason modern artillery would be better." Lost. Definitely lost, as he finally decides against that particular model of crossbow and picks up another, weighing it in his hand. "At least Rage is good enough to give us plenty to work with."

"I'm sure there's other ways to make an EMP, I just don't really know how they work," he continues on cheerfully. "The gods really do need these things explained to them."

Was he climbing trees? It seemed like such a young spirited thing to do, but then again, Amos did come across as a carefree kind of character. It was nice. That even in a place like this, there were people like Amos. It gave Will what very little hope he could comprehend.

"Unfair?" Ah, right, yeah, Amos had that thing he could do. "Ah, actually yea I can see how it would seem unfair. I mean, I'm not going to ask you to trick or convince them into swimming their way up to my hook and taking it. That would be very unfair indeed." Will smiled, looking back out over the softly rippling water, where little lips popped up to eat the bugs and vegetation skating on the surface.

"Good, 'cause I wouldn't," Amos answered, promptly, but smiled after he said it. "But if you catch 'em fair an' square an' cook 'em, I'll eat 'em. I just don't do the killing part."

In case Will decided Amos was vegetarian, which he was certainly not. It surprised more than a few people, but Amos was a carnivore....just one with a conscience and an odd set of rules. He eyed Will's efforts at a fish trap, and nodded. Very nice. It would help, certainly.

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