cannibalmind | For lastvoyages: Seventh Casefile [voice+spam]

Well. That was an interesting set of alternate memories to sift through.

[private to TX and Kitchen Authorities]
I would like to volunteer my services for an extra shift in the kitchens. In addition Mr. Riddick has expressed interest in lessons in cooking and wildcrafting. To carry this out I would need some extra time in the kitchens early morning, and a few weeks worth of daily access to the CES. In addition I am willing to provide some basic lessons to new staff if needed.

[private to the Marquis]
We have not spoken much, and I thought it was time to correct this oversight, which I am certain is entirely my fault. I am seeking permission from my Warden and applicable staff to begin lessons. I wished to know if you had any questions regarding my plans.

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[After Gotham he had had the necessity to get in better physical trim almost literally beaten into his head. Incarceration for so many years had softened him, and he needed to correct that. Not a man for gymnasiums, he opted for a few daily strolls around the Barge's common areas. He's out wandering now, humming snippets from Goldberg Variations under his breath.]

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[Hannibal blinked and moved aside, then stopped to address the younger man.]

Ah, hello again. I am all right. The latest Flood gave me some interesting food for thought. [A slight tilt of his head.] You seem a bit distracted.

[There was a heavy urge to respond with a riddle.]

I'm making mental traipses. One distraction to the next, though there is an underlining one.

[He made a dismissive motion.]

Anyway, I was fortunate enough to be out of commission for that event. How was your experience?

I see. Are you seeking inspiration...or a distraction?

[A low chuckle.]

I had found a creative outlet for my predilections, which oddly enough did not include eating the Rude. Most interesting. Yourself?

I have enough inspiration to last me. Distraction is what I'm lacking.

[He considered how to answer.]

Unaffected.

[That wasn't entirely true.]

Or affected, and nonexistent, dead, otherwise occupied, etcetera.

Hmmmmmmmm.

Let's stroll, and end it at my cabin; I have a chess set I'd been meaning to challenge you with.

Ah yes. I understand. I had some personal tragedies mitigated, and it seems to have made a difference.

A traditional chess set? Three-dimensional? Xiangqi style?

You've picked a formidable opponent.

[Riddler was a fan of all strategic games, but chess variants had always been a favorite.

He fell silent, momentarily struggling with a reply.]

...I don't wish to be brash, and believe me, I've made an effort to hold my tongue these past few days--

But of course someone is going to be better adjusted if they don't harbor the hurt and anger from their personal tragedies. What people could have had and could have been doesn't affect the sort of person they are in reality. It's showed you what you missed out on, 'if only'.

[Perhaps he hadn't mentioned everything that had taken place during that flood.]

Interesting, though, yes.

A formidable opponent is precisely what I was hoping for. The truth is that I have had my eye on you for this purpose for a while.

[He leans against the wall for a moment, folding his arms thoughtfully.]

It at the very least gave me the opportunity to consider some new career options.

When was it that I caught your eye? For that purpose, specifically; I'm not oblivious to the interest I otherwise draw.

[Riddler stops beside him, but still a little further down the hallway.]

And what career options might those be?

When you anticipated my movements on deck when I attacked your Inmate. Once I got over being homicidally angry, I was somewhat impressed. And curious.

Oh that. A form of heavily armed private investigator. Or a restauranteur.

The state of mind needed to anticipate combat isn't easily achieved. By anyone, least of all myself. I can control the forthcoming attacks when absolutely necessary, but it's not one of those situations where I generally excel.

And I don't say that to be modest.

[The 'private investigator' got a grin. Edward had a little bit of a bias.]

Good choice. Both of them.

I was trained in such things in my youth. You have a good instinct for it.

I suppose I would have to specialize in vegetarian cuisine, in order for my meals to be fully trusted....

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