Office #2 at the school, Thursday mid-morning.

[biotic_psychotic]

[CW/TW: Jono's thread goes some dark places. Torture/etc.]

Jack had decided on office hours so once she hit the coffee shop for the largest to-go cup they had she went and camped out in her spartan school office. After about twenty minutes she became bored and out of coffee. Examining the lock on her door, she pulled a multi-tool from her pocket and began disassembling it. Once it was off the door she took pictures of the whole rig and reassembled it. It was tossed carelessly into the bottom desk drawer.

The door was propped open with the wastecan. From another pocket came a tennis ball. Leaning back in her desk chair, she began doing a slow bounce with it from floor to wall and back to her hand.

The teacher is in.

[Open office hours!]

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[biotic_psychotic]

Jack's eyes went flinty. "That.. is not something any motherfucker wants to try with one of my kids. Not once, not never. The motherfucker who tries that is the motherfucker I leave in parts. Good you were there to step the fuck in and try for him. That's basic goddamn decency."

Which the Dean had lacked though that was no real surprise to her since she never really expected anyone to have it. Atton was fine. She'd just seen him a couple days prior.

"Who busted him out?"

[sharp_man]

"I'm honestly not certain," Hannibal answered. "We were never close. Sparkle seems satisfied to have him back, but neither of us were able to help, so I don't know if anybody did, or if he made it out himself."

He smiled grimly. "Please don't believe I wasn't tempted, but I seem to be one of the few here without greater than natural powers, so I'm somewhat at a disadvantage against a Jedi."

[biotic_psychotic]

"He's a Jedi too, huh," Jack mused. "Lots of those fuckers around." It helped mitigate her sudden rage. Atton was a Jedi too. If he wanted Skywalker in parts, she was pretty sure Skywalker'd have pranced his pretty ass right into an ambush by now.

She examined Lecter. "I'd believe you were tempted. I'm just the type doesn't got a whole fuck of a lot between temptation and action, you might say." Not when her kids were involved. Never then.

[sharp_man]

"Whereas I give a lot of thought to everything," Hannibal said, smiling. "And yes, there are quite a few Jedi around, some of them better than others."

Kanan was fairly interesting. Skywalker was just rude.

[biotic_psychotic]

"Yeah, you seem the type," Jack said and gave him a flash of a genuine smile so he'd know maybe that it was meant as a compliment. She could appreciate a good tactician.

"I like the ones I've met," she noted, "which is a little fucking strange for me. Haven't met the prettyboy yet, just know he's the Dean and he looks like he spends more time making real goddamn sure every curl on his head is the same damn length than I do on most anything."

Also that he'd messed with two of the Jedi she liked but both of them seemed ok now. She liked Lana too and wasn't real clear what made someone a Jedi or what made them a Sith but she didn't really care. Lana hadn't thrown anyone she knew under a bus.

[sharp_man]

Hannibal smiled and nodded at the compliment.

"Not one to spend too much time on your hair, then?" he asked, grinning.