- IC CONTACT POST FOR MASKORMENACE -

[slightlyoffchilt]

"Hello.

You've reached the direct line of Doctor Frederick Chilton. As I am not available at the moment, you might assume I'm quite busy with something pressing. State your name and business, and I will return your call."

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[flowerette]

[ Her arms wrapped around his waist as she leaned against him, listening. Was it comforting? A little bit. Raina knew how to deal with men who had god complexes. She knew how to deal with murderers incapable of remorse, and those who wished to have the world bend to them. And though the cannibalistic aspect of it was different, unique -- Hannibal's overall profile sounded like a lot of the men she had dealt with back home. ]

It will be a hard fall for him from the top. [ The words were spoken with a faint little smirk. ] I suspect the newfound powers will give him confidence. He will believe himself to be even more godlike in nature. He will rise even higher in his confidence. But. Eventually. He will plummet.

[ She tilted her head up to look at him. ]

You could always run him over with a car. Or several.

[slightlyoffchilt]

[Chilton shuddered, imagining Hannibal with powers. He shook he head, melting off that iced horror, and leaned in to kiss Raina's cheek.]

Let us hope that, if ever he were ported in, then his powers would be something more useless. Perhaps the ability to summon a plaid suit? Although -- [now that he thought about it] -- I cannot be certain that he hasn't always been able to do that, even back home.

But I don't disagree. The mighty tend to fall. And we will be there to step on his shattered pieces, won't we?

[flowerette]

[ If he ever were ported in.... ]

He is going to be ported in.

[ Her brows furrowed. ]

I'm not lying about that, Frederick. Wasn't what happened at the August Swear In proof of my ability?

[slightlyoffchilt]

I know, I know, darling.

[He kissed her cheek again, her chin, working his way down her neck.]

You have foresight. Remarkable foresight. You are right. Just -- right now, perhaps, could we not discuss Hannibal Lecter? He is something of a mood killer.

[flowerette]

You're going to have to address it. Sooner rather than later. When the porter activates, which it's slated to do any day now, he's going to show up.

[ But in spite of her insistence, Raina did cave to the comforting kisses tracing along her neck. She closed her eyes and leaned in against him. ]

We're revisiting this topic in the morning.

[slightlyoffchilt]

In the morning -- yes, dear, of course.

[At that point, Chilton would have agreed to most anything, given the mood he maintained. Tenderly, he slipped his hand back into hers, and rose to his feet hoping to lead Raina to the bedroom.]