- 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."

Comments

[slightlyoffchilt]

How would you like to work for me? Formally?

[He thought that was a fair turn of events -- after all, Crane had abused the demon, and Walt had abandoned him. Why shouldn't Chilton have a turn? He calculated that he would be at least a fairer employer; he wasn't prone to emotional hurricanes, and nor was he sadistic for the sake of inflicting experiments upon any old subject. Chilton was far more selective in his abuse -- and as long as Abduxel followed through, Chilton didn't require to exploit the demon to any non-consensual extent.]

Since you're out of the job, and I already gifted Raina with Dorian. [He inclined his head, acknowledging the offering.] See? I'm already far more transparent with you than your former contacts had been.

[And that way Abduxel had an open-ended use; Chilton wouldn't have to incur the details of his schemes immediately.]

[abduxel]

[He raises an eyebrow at that, not bothering to hide his surprise. But it's a smiling sort of surprise.

He thinks briefly of working for Walter White; he finds Walter's brand of difficult personality to actually be much safer than Chilton's, easier to play with. Easier to build trust - just talk about your family a little, do small friendly gestures. He's more haphazard, which also means Abduxel can just dance a step ahead of the whirlwind. But Chilton is calculated, and Abduxel wonders if Chilton calculates better than he does.

This was Chilton's answer about what he wants...]

You want to be in charge, then.

[He laughs a little.]

I might like that.

I can't help but be suspicious that you orchestrated this, but even if you have, I suppose that deserves a reward in itself, doesn't it?

Alright. The pieces are in position. What does me working for you look like? Regular pay, tasks that call for the skills I've used on you? That kiss I'm waiting for?

[slightlyoffchilt]

Regular pay, yes, to include what health benefits and vacation time I can afford you. Your official job description would be "administrative assistant" -- I'm the administrator. You'd be my assistant.

[Abduxel was not wrong about Chilton's thirst to be in charge.]

I think you would most assist me in patient security -- I don't want anyone to ever do what you've done to my files, my protected information. And who better to thief-proof a room than a burglar? So to speak. Though it won't be simply wiring my office and basement.

[Chilton smiled, his eyes keeping to the demon's.]

I also want a spy on my most extraordinary patient projects. If you're inclined to stable employment -- and whatever other intimate benefits -- that would be the baseline required.

[abduxel]

[The description of burglar-proofing Chilton's information makes his eyes crease with an unvocalized laugh. But his gaze is unwavering, interested, intent. He raises his hands in a sort of casual surrender. Playing on the language of moving pieces,]

Checkmate. You've got me. I would be happy to provide these things. And, as you know, I'm quite good.

[His eyes are greedy to see how Chilton would react to this behaviour which was, compared to his usual attitude, a move much more submissive.]

[slightlyoffchilt]

I have no doubt about your quality.

[Oh, he was all glowing compliments now. Abduxel had agreed to the offer, and Chilton would soon conjure up a contractual agreement serving both their needs. He wondered, idly, if the demon might need to sign in blood. If not for mystical reasons, then perhaps for atmospheric couture.]

We'll reconvene, then, in a couple of days. Work out your contract. Establish your hours.

[It seemed so mundane, it was funny. A demon, working for him -- well, Chilton had hired worse, hadn't he?]

It will be a pleasure.