slightlyoffchilt | - IC CONTACT POST FOR MASKORMENACE -

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- IC CONTACT POST FOR MASKORMENACE -

"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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In an entirely platonic and appropriate manner.
No need for concern, Doctor.

He's dangerous, you know -- not, ah, intentionally. To be. Fair. [He has to admit that much at this point.] But everyone he invests in, or allies with, suffers.

As I said, there is no need for concern.
As moving as I find your fussing to be.

Fussing? This is legitimate warning for your reckless behavior.

[Says the guy involved with a potentially sociopathic robot.]

What, precisely, are you worried will happen?
Relative to you, of course, as we're both aware you would hardly be concerned about me unless it affects yourself in some way.

Do you know what happened to Gideon? Why his leg is missing? You know, because I've told you, the last we heard of Abel Gideon was when he was safely snugged away in a medical hospital, in recovery. Awaiting physical therapy -- not like much could be done for a T4 fracture. But then his guard was gutted and strung on fishing line, according to the FBI's file; I was privy because he was lastly my charge. It was unmistakeably the Chesapeake Ripper's work.

[A beat.]

Do you know why he was once more my charge? Because I hadn't wanted him back. Will Graham did, however, for his... Investigation. Fishing line, Danger, who among us is known to fish?

[ A tense pause, this time. ]

I find you subtly encouraging me to hurt a number of people today, Doctor.
Is that purposeful?

Graham didn't intend to get Gideon hurt. He simply miscalculated the Ripper's eventual motivation.

[Spoken somewhat smugly; Chilton would much rather buy into Will's malfunctioning empathy thing than, say, Hannibal's semi-successful seduction of the FBI's most precious teacup.]

But don't you worry. My more literal psychic driving pertains only to transport vehicles.

[Believe him, he's tried.]

I could, in fact, transform myself into a transport vehicle, if I wished.
I will assume, however, that you meant to be clever.
That being said, you should know that I am monitoring Will Graham as well.

I've already driven you, though we were stationary.

[Heh, heh, he thinks.]

I figured you would be -- but it isn't necessarily by Graham's design that these things happen. He simply attracts psychopaths, and those are the ones you must watch out for.

They tend to get possessive.

[ It's a shame she doesn't have a better sense of humor. Instead, in response to his last remark: ]

I would know, wouldn't I.

You would. [-- a sly beat.] What are you willing to modify? Bodily? For, ah, recreation?

I suppose that depends entirely on what degree of modification you are referring to.
I am not particularly attached to any specific shape in my mechanical form.
My organic body, however, is more vulnerable and requires more conservative consideration.

You know I'm not talking about your organic form. After all, you introduced the idea, about transformation.

What would you like me to attempt then?
Something more alien?
More masculine?

[ Is she serious? It's always so hard to tell at moments like this. ]

I -- [He clears his throat, abruptly, murdering whatever protest or agreement might have whimpered out. Playing with fire.]

I'm only curious of what you can do.

[Well. Not only.]