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lastvoyages[Hannibal hums to himself placidly, a bit of a Mozart concerto, though oddly he can't remember which one right now. There is a smear of blood across his cheek, but it isn't his, so he'll ignore it until it starts to itch and then dab it away daintily with his pocket handkerchief.]
[The Cards tried to capture him as soon as he offboarded. He managed to avoid both capture and getting speared, but he has bruises on his face and body from where they did their best to subdue him. He bolted for the high grass. Two made the mistake of going after him. They chased him for over a mile before he found a spot dense enough that he wouldn't be disturbed. Then, the chase ended.]
[Blood and bits of armor litter the ground as he finishes making experimental sculpture from their remains. One has been turned into a grotesque fairy with butterfly wings made from ribcage and lungs; the other is draped garland-style over a mushroom's cap. Their cheeks are cut free and missing--but the resulting meal was disappointingly bland.]
[He looks up from paring a few last bits off his decorations, hearing someone coming. His eyes glitter and he melts into the underbrush to wait for them. He's not hungry anymore. But the next one to threaten him is going to die a great deal more slowly and poetically than the two Cards.]
[The Cards tried to capture him as soon as he offboarded. He managed to avoid both capture and getting speared, but he has bruises on his face and body from where they did their best to subdue him. He bolted for the high grass. Two made the mistake of going after him. They chased him for over a mile before he found a spot dense enough that he wouldn't be disturbed. Then, the chase ended.]
[Blood and bits of armor litter the ground as he finishes making experimental sculpture from their remains. One has been turned into a grotesque fairy with butterfly wings made from ribcage and lungs; the other is draped garland-style over a mushroom's cap. Their cheeks are cut free and missing--but the resulting meal was disappointingly bland.]
[He looks up from paring a few last bits off his decorations, hearing someone coming. His eyes glitter and he melts into the underbrush to wait for them. He's not hungry anymore. But the next one to threaten him is going to die a great deal more slowly and poetically than the two Cards.]
