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[cook_the_rude]

Dr. Hannibal Lecter is at a small table near the fireplace, with a glass of white wine, drawing.-



[[OOC: Just couldn't resist that tweet from the show's producer! Warning for rear-view drawing of nude -- doesn't register as NSFW to my sensibilities, but your mileage may vary.]]

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[buh_bye]

"You are very good, Dr. Lecter," said Death looking over the man's shoulder.

[cook_the_rude]

"I know," Dr. Lecter says.

[buh_bye]

"So, how are you today?" asked Death taking a seat near Hannibal.

[cook_the_rude]

"Quite happily drawing, thank you," Hannibal says, politely.

[buh_bye]

"I could never draw," said Death, "Cook anything interesting recently?"

Or anyone for that matter.

[cook_the_rude]

"Yes," Dr. Lecter says. "All the time."

[buh_bye]

Death smiled at Hannibal and ordered a beer.

"So, it looks like you are drawing from memory," he said.

[cook_the_rude]

"Or from anatomical knowledge, combined with imagination," Hannibal says.

[buh_bye]

"Is that not something like memory?" asked Death, "Your knowledge is kept in your memory, and your imagination is part of your mind."

The beer arrived.

[tu_vas_triompher]

Feuilly has been working as well, though on rather a different project. He passes the other artist's table with a portfolio pinned under his elbow and a set of empty dishes in his other hand, and pauses for a thoughtful look.

[cook_the_rude]

"Hello, Feuilly," the artist says, looking up with a polite smile.

[tu_vas_triompher]

They've never been introduced; calling him by name seems a bit--superior--but Feuilly doesn't feel like rising to that particular bait. It might even be well-meant; he doesn't know yet about Hugo's novel, but Feuilly's getting used to running into friends-of-friends who seem to more or less recognize him. He nods to the artist. "Hello. Did you have a live model to start with?"

[cook_the_rude]

"In a way," the artists says. "I studied drawing since my youth, and have enough experience to draw from my imagination. Many live models and statues went into this."

Pause.

"Allow me to introduce myself," he then says. "I'm Dr. Hannibal Lecter, Baltimore, USA, 2013."

[tu_vas_triompher]

Feuilly's mouth quirks for a moment in amusement. "Well, yes, I can see that you've studied, sir." He's not such an amateur as to imagine that the man stumbled into composition, technique, and anatomy through sheer unpracticed talent. "I was wondering if live models had fallen out of use. People might be studying from photographs now."

His face goes a bit still at the introduction. He hasn't heard about the Hugo novel, but he's had the "watch out for vampires, xenophobic English policemen, and Hannibal Lecter" warning.

[cook_the_rude]

"We do study from photographs," Hannibal Lecter says. "But photographs are, unfortunately, flat. I'm sure you've tried copying from, say,engravings, but it's not the same. It lacks life."

[tu_vas_triompher]

"Mm. Drawing from an engraving gets you something that looks like an engraving." He looks from the sketch to the artist, briefly, and then back to the sketch again. "Is that style in fashion?"

[cook_the_rude]

"It depends," Dr. Lecter says. "There are several variations of drawing styles used in my time."

[electro_kinetic]

"Guys, hm?" asks Noriko, the picture of innocence as she looks between the drawing and the artist.

She really, actually, would have pegged him for an ass man. It just seems to fit. (There are so many ways that mental statement could be twisted and she is not letting even one of them happen.) "Pity."

[cook_the_rude]

"There is only one man on the drawing," Hannibal says, smiling up at her, "and it's a pity you don't like my drawing."

[electro_kinetic]

"Taken to mean you're attracted to them, given you're drawing one's naked ass," she says, tucking her hands into her pockets. "Never said I didn't like it."

[cook_the_rude]

"Saying I'm attracted to them," Hannibal says, "falls as short of the truth as reducing my drawing to the figure's bottom does."

[electro_kinetic]

"Aren't you suddenly the uptight cannibal," she says. "Now you can't curse either. Mind telling me why you're drawing a rearward-facing naked young man, then?" Noriko asks, not neglecting the rest of him when she asks.

[cook_the_rude]

"To keep my hand in," Hannibal says. "It's a traditional subject."

[electro_kinetic]

"Planning on drawing lots of naked people, then, are you?"

[cook_the_rude]

"No," Hannibal says. "That would be boring."