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[ It's been a rough few weeks and Will knows that the oncoming weeks ahead are probably going to be just as bad for him. He has a lot of explaining to do and a few apologies to make, which isn't the easiest thing to deal with. His double caused a significant amount of damage both to others as well as to himself.

He's not in the best mindset as he sits out in the cold, just a few hundred yards from the colosseum. The thought of entering it and letting whatever beasts have been brought through the door maim him or worse. With bruises from head to toe and a few fractures scattered around his bones here and there, falling from the window of his fourth story spire had left him a little worse for wear, as had the final fight with his double.

Beside him were a few bottles of water, a small handful of chocolate bars and what was left of one of his bottles of aspirin, Will had originally intended to offer some help to anyone leaving the arena in poor shape, only his mood had gotten the better of him. He knew it was dangerous for him to be out in public right now, what with several people cursing his name and after his blood, but Will wasn't thinking straight (when was he ever?) Stricken with grief after watching someone special to him, take their own life in order to save his, Will was in a state of both physical and mental pain. Still, he would sit and wait, see if anyone needed his help, or if he could even muster the effort to help when the time came. ]

I have a few supplies... If anyone might need them?

[ Stroking his dog, Winston who acted as a guard around his deflated master. ]

[ Private audio to Tyki ]

[ Will was an intelligent man, it didn't take him long after picking out a few words that he recognized in Portuguese to work out roughly what the rest of the message meant. The part he was truly struggling with, was deciding if it was a prank or not?

After some pondering, deciding he really had nothing to lose, Will picked up his device, switched the settings to private and contacted the number left on the flyer. ]

I might have a need for your offered services.

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[ Pell's headed for the colosseum, as he usually is around this time. Arrivals time. He tracks the days so he knows when new people come in, and if he's in good shape to he goes to help them. There's usually someone coming out in need of healing or direction or just a friendly face. Bracing himself for injuries and fear he approaches the building, his cloak flowing around him.

He doesn't expect to pass Will, let alone see him in such a state. That's not what he remembers...... correction, what memories he has. How did it happen?

The man won't be happy to see him, he knows, but. Pell stops, pulling his hood down and coming closer warily. Like he's approaching a wild animal. ]

...Will?

[ Will knew this was a possibility. That when he say there, out in the open, he left himself vulnerable to people who might want to check in on him. He hated that, why did people feel the need to bother themselves with bothering him?

Taking a deep breath in through his nose, his chest rising noticeably as he did so. He didn't answer Pell, no, instead he let his eyes search the floor before him, slumping down a little more.

Winston on the other hand, he ran straight over and happily offer Pell his paw. ]

[Rosen is dazed as he leaves the colosseum, his throat is burning from the exertion, his hands are scratched up from the scramble, one forearm is starting to show odd bruises from a tentacle, his face is half dusted with sand as his hair sticks up oddly, but he is in one piece. He is in one piece and all his limbs seem to be working, so he'll consider this a small victory. Or perhaps 'victory' is too grandiose a term.

As he pauses to take in his surroundings he spots a young man sitting nearby. He squints a bit through the filth now coating his glasses. The young man is yet another person entirely unknown to him. He'd normally be inclined to leave them be, he's not one for intruding into the lives of others without purpose. But upon closer inspection, he sees that the young man looks...injured? Or scuffed... at least.....

Did he just escape the sharks too?

He approaches timidly, wringing his hands together distractedly as his eyes remain intent on the stranger]

E-excuse me [His voice falters as if he's momentarily forgotten the mechanics of speech. He clears his throat before trying again] Sorry...it may be none of my business...but...are you alright?

[An awkward pause before he tries another tactic of reassurance, shyly ducking his head down a bit]

Its just that...i'm a doctor... and...if you need help i'm not sure what I can do but I can try....

[He mentally kicks himself. Great job, Dr. Rosen, you sound very helpful]

[ Pell smiles sadly at Winston, kneeling down and taking the paw to shake, speaking to the dog in a soft praising tone. It's not the dog's fault, obviously, so he can manage some petting. What a good boy he is. Yes, it's good to see him, too. Go sit down now, okay?

When he straightens back up Will still isn't looking at him, and Pell feels vaguely ill. What his double had done was a violation, it's no wonder Will would hate him. Worse, he knows what was taken... he has to live with those memories now, with the horrors that just don't match up with the man he thought he knew. But he doesn't know how to ask. Doesn't feel like he's allowed to. ]

...you're hurt. At least let me heal you. Then I'll go.

[ Softly, almost pleadingly. ]

[Even in his condition, Will wanted to help. That's what Jill liked about him. He should be at home in bed, getting some much needed rest. Despite all that he had been through, he was sitting out in the cold waiting for the chance to do good for someone.

There must be a lot on his mind. All those thoughts of what happened. The abuse he suffered. The torture. The pain. The loss of his friends. The invasion of his mind, and the death of...

He's at least got Winston for company, who is a good guard dog. Winston was settled all the while, but suddenly his head perked up and his tail began to swish. He barked again and again, and slowly, a figure could be seen coming down the street as if out of the mist. A familiar figure with a blue cap on her head. As soon as she laid eyes on Will, she smiled.]

Hannibal emerged from the Colosseum with his white shirt spattered with blood that wasn't his. Once he had left the shark-infested arena he had had a moment to look at the phone in his pocket, and had read the newbie guide, so he had some idea of what this place was, even if it was in so many ways unlikely, if not impossible. Yet the world was full of things that were impossible except that they existed, like life itself, or human intelligence, or free will, or love. He met this strange world with interest and curiosity, taking in everything as he walked down this unknown street.

So when he saw something that was actually familiar, it gave him pause. Especially considering who it was.

The last Hannibal had seen Will, it had been right before he woke up here, in the split second that Will had grabbed him and dragged him off a cliff. The idea that this place must be some sort of afterlife had occurred to him. This was some evidence for that idea. Fate had seemed to show that Hannibal and Will could not live without each other. Perhaps they could not be dead without each other as well.

Hannibal approached, and Winston perked up, lifted his ears, cocked his head, wagged his tail. Hannibal looked at the dog and wondered how old it must be now. Curious, it still looked like an adolescent canine.

[So far Will is the first and only person to contact him for 'services' so naturally he wants to be careful. His voice is smooth and calm.]

My services, my good man?

[Bucky is not in the best shape to be fighting right now, mentally or physically. He hasn't had to fight without an arm in a long time--he can do it, of course, but without any weapons to speak of and in the simple, soft, white clothes he was wearing when he went into cryo, he's just better off avoiding as much danger as possible.

Actually what happened was he punched a few sharks, got his nice white clothes all dirty, and is making his way out of the coliseum, again. He looks tired, he looks frustrated, and the sight of Will gets a very small smile out of him but not much else.

He sits down by Will with a deep sigh and looks over to him.]

Wouldn't happen to have an extra jacket, would you?

[ The colosseum provided a nice distraction from the moping Rose had been up to. Faith had helped lift her spirits a bit, but... There was still a lot bogging her down after the doubles wreaking havoc on their lives. She figures punching sharks will be a good way to let out some of that frustration but then she sees Will and Winston outside the arena looking a little worse for wear.

Rose knows she wasn't the only one to have a Bad Time, but. It's hard to see others in the same sort of state. Especially ones like Will who she believes don't deserve the things this city puts them through. They're too normal for this brand of crazy. ]

Heyyyyy, buddy! [ directed at Winston with a bright, winning smile despite herself. Practicing a happy front for years comes in handy during moments like these. ] I'm so happy to see you! [ Then, she glances up at Will with the same expression. ] And you too, dude! Sorry about missing any runs. It was, uh. It was a little insane there for a while.

[ To put it lightly. ]

[ Will still didn't move to look or talk to Pell. It wasn't Pell's fault, he knew that and he didn't hate the man, no, that was partly what made it worse. Will was lost, longing and lonely, he didn't want to be near anyone but he also wanted to make sure people were okay.

Sighing, finally, he looked over at Pell, staring at his feet as he opened his mouth to talk, yet nothing came out... Closing his eyes and rubbing his forehead, trying to compose himself and find his voice. ]

... I can't let you do that, Pell. I can't let you use the energy and effort it takes to heal me when there might be someone who needs it more.

[ Will spotted the man coming over, he looked a little beat up, so he started to open the lid of a bottle of water for him. Holding it out as he approached, almost oblivious to what he was saying.

Taking a moment to pay attention, Will frowned. He didn't really want a Doctor getting into his head, especially with everything he's just been through, but he did have some pretty bad injuries. ]

How about you catch your breath first? Water?

[ Avoiding eye contact as she spoke, Will was never really fond of eyes for a start. Hopefully, he could help this man find his feet, maybe that would make Will feel a bit better about everything. ]

What did were you fighting... Or running from?

[ Will was looking at his feet, kicking the toe of his shoe into the dirt, when Winston started to bark. At first, he just allowed it, he would have normally silenced the dog, it could be seen as intimidating or bad a sign of a bad owner to let your pet continue to bark.

As Winston continued, however, Will began to frown. ]

...Winston, c'mon, calm down.

[ Reaching out to pet his dog on the side, only missing and overstretching as Winston started to jog off in the other direction. ]

Hey! Winston!

[ Will called after as he came to a stand, squinting and frowing, looking at the person walking towards him. It took him a moment to realize who it was and when he did, his heart felt heavy and broken. Knees giving out a little as he stood there in shock.

No, no she must only be a hallucination, he saw her die... He saw the life leaving her eyes as she lay there as he attempted to save her. It couldn't be her, it just couldn't. Could it? ]

...Jill?

A-Ah thank you.

[Rosen gingerly accepts the bottle, staring at it for a moment as if he's not entirely certain its real. After what he saw in the colosseum he is questioning the validity of most things right now.

He finally lifts the bottle to his lips and drinks deeply. It does little to stop the burning in his throat but it helps to steady himself a little at least. After a moment he closes the bottle again, wipes the corner of his mouth with a dusty corner of his sleeve, then turns his attention back to Will]

Sharks. [His voice is tight and faltering still as his breath remains ragged] Sharks of various shapes and sizes...and in unnatural combinations with other creatures.

[Sharktopi was apparently a thing now ]

So I take it you weren't in there then?

Despite the lack of focus and attention he was paying, Will noticed when his dog started to indicate oncoming movement. Winston was a shy dog at the best of times, Will recalled how long it had taken him to catch hold of the rope that dangled from his neck the first time he saw him, out in the road that night.

Petting the side of his leg as he hunched over where he sat, Winston, doing as was asked of him and coming to his master's side to be showered with little scratches behind his ears. "Easy there buddy, what's the matter, huh?" As he sat there, as comfortable as he could be with, all things considered, Will noticed a figure walking towards them. Ignoring whoever it was for a moment while he tried to muster the energy and willpower to actually get up and see if they were in need of any help.

Finally, after a short moment of pondering, Will picked up one of the bottles of water he'd filled and with a deep sigh and heavy heart, he started down the road towards them. It didn't take him long before he recognized the man splattered with blood, yet Will still had to double take. Standing still where he was, Winston going on ahead to greet his old friend happily, sniffing up at Hannibal and wagging his tail in long slow swishes.

Will couldn't believe what he was seen. Closing his eyes as he exhaled, shaking his head lightly. He was exhausted, wounded and unwell, this clearly meant his condition was getting worse, Hannibal wasn't here, it was just Will, he'd arrived here months ago and it had only been him since. Still, a little flicker of hope sparked inside of him at the sight of the other man, opening his eyes, taking off his glasses to get a better look. Yes, it was definitely him.

"...Hannibal?" Will's voice was low and hushed like he'd been screaming until he was hoarse (which was partly true.) Taking another step, though his muscles ached and his footing was off balance, Will was determined to meet the man halfway on the road. He had to be sure it was actually him, he wanted it to actually be him, if truth be told, he really needed it to be Hannibal, for once Will could admit to himself that he needed another human being.

[As Winston came to greet her, Jill smiled and leaned over to pet the dog, who happily accepted the attention before trotting back to Will.

When she looked up again to see Will standing there, her expression was a mixture of affection and sympathy. And maybe a little sorrow, too. She wondered what Will was thinking. Would he be angry with her for what she did? She knows she wouldn't have wanted him to sacrifice himself for her, but she couldn't allow him to die because of her double. That woman came from Jill, so Jill was going to take responsibility for her.

Slowly, she walked toward Will, her eyes fixed on his face. He looked like he might doubt she's even real.]

Hey. I told you I'd come back.

[ Will had to be cautious too, due to the nature of the request. He had to be certain it wasn't someone of authority trying to capture criminals with a ruse.

Repeating what he read off of the flyer, trying his best to pronounce the words as correctly as he could. ]

My Portuguese isn't the best, but I'm pretty sure I didn't misunderstand any of that.

[ A pause. ]

I'm in need of some help... I believe your department deals with this kind of predicament.

Hannibal smiled at the canine as it approached and crouched down, scratching Winston behind his ears fondly, stroking the fur of his flank. "Hello, boy," he crooned, letting the dog lick his hand as he looked him over. Dogs usually started going grey/white around the muzzle as they age, spreading back over the face. After the years Hannibal spent in captivity, he would expect more white. But no, Winston looked more or less exactly as he did that night Mason Verger made dog treats of his own face.

He looked up as Will stood, and slowly rose. He could see the look of disbelief on his friend's face, and hypothesized that he may well be wondering exactly what Hannibal was wondering, how after going over a cliff they were both standing here, seemingly alive, in this strange place. As he started toward his friend he thought about the corkscrew tucked in his pocket. It came from the house on that cliffside; he had used it to open a bottle of wine as they waited for the Red Dragon. He had considered murdering Will with it then, and the idea surfaced once again, particularly as he remembered how Will had sought to end both of their lives.

And yet the same thing that had stayed his hand then came to stay his hand now. After everything, he was deeply happy to be seeing his friend again.

As he got closer, a faint frown crossed his face. The last time he saw him, Will's countenance had been weathered by the years and by everything they had been through because of each other. But right there, in the middle of the street, Will's face looked fresher. Younger. The cheek that had been ripped open by Dolarhyde's knife was whole. Even the scar near his hairline, where Hannibal had tried to use a bonesaw to open his head, was gone.

He lifted a hand and gently touched his friend's unscarred cheek, a fondness tinged with curiosity.

"Hello Will."

[ It had been a while since Will had seen Bucky, he's honestly been worried about him, last time he saw him, he wasn't doing so well. It was good to see him again, it honestly was but not like this.

As Bucky took a seat, Will turned to look at him. He looked a lot different from when they last saw one another, but instead of passing commenting on it, instead Will paid attention to what he was saying. ]

Oh, um, here.

[ Moving his arms, Will removed the jacket he was wearing. He didn;t have a spare one on him right now and Bucky looked like he needed it more than him anyways. Draping it over his shoulders gently. ]

What happened to you?

And I can't leave you like this.

[ With anyone else he'd step in about now, but not with Will. With Will he's almost afraid to reach out now that Will knows what contact with him can do. ]

Later, then? I'll go to the colosseum, make sure everyone gets out okay, and then... meet you at your apartment?

[ Winston was as pleased as punch to see Rose. He sprang in his step while jumping up, trying to lick her face, paws lightly padding at her and that tail of his was wagging fast a steady. It was nice, knowing that there were people here who enjoyed Winston's company just as much as Will did.

Normally, Rose's cheerful voice and demeanor would have brought a little smile to his lips, this time, there was nothing. He was hurt, worse than he was letting on but in a sad kind of way, Will was enjoying the pain, it let him know that everything was very real indeed.

It would have been rude to ignore Rose, so with a small sigh and the turn of his head, will looked up towards her. ]

It's really okay. I've not done too much running these days anyway.

[ Typical Pell, adamant to help. On the inside Will was smiling, his face was too bruised and sore to do it on the outside. ]

I don't want you in my apartment...

[ That came out colder than it was meant to, and Will winced pulling a face, finally looking up at Pell. ]

Not... Not because I don't want you there... I don't want anyone there... It's not...

[ He couldn't bring himself to say the words, to tell Pell that the body of his doubles victim was still there... will hadn't the strength to take her down yet, but he was working on it. ]

What kind of supplies are you talking about?

Had Will been in the right frame of mind, perhaps he too would have wondered about the aging of Hannibal's face. Though the man had always aged well, there were still slight differences Will could have picked up on, had he been so observant as normal. Still, seeing those dark golden, almond eyes staring back down into his own sparked something inside Will that had not been light in some time.

Winston's reaction was pleasant enough to watch, he recalled asking Hannibal to feed the dogs for him once when he was away with Jack for work, it was only natural that Winston recognized a hand that fed him, even if Hannibal remembered a very different version from a time that hadn't yet happened for Will and his pets. As Hannibal's attention was then aimed towards Will, Winston took to merrily sniffing around the floor in the direction the doctor had come from instead.

Will was mesmerized. Not quite sure what to believe by this point. After everything he had already gone through, it wouldn't be a surprise to him if the Gods were merely pulling another prank on him. What better way to get under Will Graham's skin than this? As much as his feelings for the other man were muddied and mixed at best, there was still something so strong and dominant inside Will that craved to be near him, to hear his opinions and know his mind. It was upon hearing his name that Will felt his chest explode. A simple greeting was all it took. Hello, Will and the tears began to gather in his bottom lid. The touch of Hannibal's hand to his face was the gun that started the race, his tears trying to outrun themselves as they rolled fast and free for a short burst, Will's hand raising to touch Hannibal's cheek in return.

"Please.." The word was spoken from a tired tongue like Will had or was about to completely give up on everything. "... Please, just be real... No tricks... No lies... I'm done, I can't... Not if it's not truly you, Hannibal." His eyes, still wet and glazed over searched Hannibal's face before returning to hold his gaze. "I need it to be you, Hannibal... " Will's hand that had tested to see if Hannibal was real and able to touch him, now moved curiously to touch the blood that soaked and stained his shirt, a concerned frown shaped his brow, Will smeared the red between finger and thumb to judge how fresh it was. "Who's blood is this?... What have you done?"

As much as it pained him, Will couldn't forget the accusations he had thrown around about Hannibal. Seeing and feeling blood upon the man's arrival, briefly sent Will's mind to rather dark and untasty places.

Water, chocolate, energy bars and some aspirin. It's not much but it's the least I can do

[ More like it was all he had and he was willing to give it up for those in more need of it than himself. ]

I'll make a trade for the chocolate. You needing something?

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