- 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]

Have I not dominion over you already? That's what employment entails -- you and your 401k plan are dependent upon my say-so.

[Chilton set down the notebook, finally walking over to examine Abduxel's handiwork in close proximity.]

Raina won't like the house detail, and you know she won't. We might have to compromise there. Why can't I carry around a compact mirror? Wouldn't that have the same effect?

[abduxel]

[He's just laughing away about Chilton having dominion over him, and doesn't answer directly.

But when he asks about a compact mirror, he barks a Hah!, and looks at him incredulously.]

A compact mirror?

[He looks down at himself illustratively.]

You think I'd fit? [His demeanor, previously irritated, had shifted almost entirely into the realm of amused. A little capricious, maybe, or easily distracted.] Look, we'll hide a floor-length mirror in a closet, or something, then, but you'll have to yell to it if you need me from another room. For what it's worth, I'd advise telling her such that she can make use of it, too.

[slightlyoffchilt]

I'd consider you fairly svelte, Mr. Lin. Let's not be too hard on your frame.

[Delivered rather dryly.]

I mean more for the sake of communication -- these devices we've been given aren't necessarily the more foolproof of options, wouldn't you agree? I wouldn't trust the Network with our breed of secrets.

As for your transport, well. It would be better in my study, if anything.

[abduxel]

Dr. Chilton. [Faux-admonishing, he turns to the doctor.] Have you been checking me out?

Anyway, yes. We can speak through a little mirror. Of course, then I'll really know what your arguments are about, when you drop my name during.

Do you have a compact handy? Or are you going to write my sigil yourself?

[slightlyoffchilt]

I was more concerned with flattering you. You respond well to flattery, don't you?

[A remark made upon sly lips.]

I don't have a compact mirror on hand, no. I'll have to mimic your drawing -- with blood, I suppose. I'm sure that won't raise eyebrows.

[abduxel]

[He raises an eyebrow.] You know, your flattering words are going to start ringing hollow sooner or later, Dr. Chilton. Best take full advantage of it for now, and tell me all the ways that I'm attractive.


[He goes on:] In any case, people will just think you're carrying it around for Raina. Don't let anyone use it for their makeup. [He laughs a little.]

[slightlyoffchilt]

Your mouth is constantly moving. That has an appeal.

[Dry, dry words.]

I assure you, I have no intention of employing something cosmetic. Rest assured that you will be its sole benefactor.

[abduxel]

[He scoffs, an incredulous laugh at that backhanded comment.]

I suppose that depends where it's moving, doesn't it, Frederick?

[He winks.]

[slightlyoffchilt]

And how many have you used that line on? Just wondering, for the sake of statistical interest.

How often has it worked?

[abduxel]

[Abduxel steps towards him, placing a hand on his shoulder as if comforting.]

I'll answer that question in about ten minutes. We're either at four for five, or five for five. That last one is up to you.

[He grins wickedly, taking Chilton's comments as sharp jokes and trying to parry them.]

[slightlyoffchilt]

Oh -- Matthew. I don't distrust your sexual prowess, you know, nor your appetite. But you do work for me, now. There are certain... [He glanced at the security camera, hidden, directly across from their placement in the office.]

Protocols. That are crucial, now.

And that includes fellatio during office hours.

[abduxel]

[His eyebrows shoot upwards. If Chilton meant to dissuade him, something was lost in translation. He leans in conspiratorially.]

Is this a protocol for or a protocol against?

[slightlyoffchilt]

[Chilton shot the demon a look.]

Protocol against. You must know that this hospital has a Human Resources department, and they don't know how inhumane you happen to be. I imagine you'd qualify for their services.

[abduxel]

Oh, what, are you worried I'd report you for abuse of power? [He laughs with a sinister smile, but he removes his hand, too.] There's plenty of hours that aren't "office hours," you know. Besides, what would HR have to say about you aggressively sedating me, I wonder; you don't seem too concerned.

[He turns then to look at the mirror where he'd written the second sigil, and just goes on:]

Will Raina be at your home this evening?

[slightlyoffchilt]

I could easily argue self-defense, Matthew. Just because they don't know you're a demon, doesn't mean they wouldn't consider you dangerous. We're all viewed in such a way -- a symptom of the imPort condition.

[Which is basically Chilton's way of not acknowledging that Abduxel had a point.]

I imagine she will -- haven't I mentioned? We moved out of government housing and in, together.

[abduxel]

[He gives Chilton a good-natured but long-suffering sidelong glance. This was all beside the point.]

I'm not going to report you, Dr. Chilton, to any sort of HR. Cross my heart, and hope to die. [His smile crinkles his eyes, slyly.]

Are you going to write my sigil at home yourself, then? I don't imagine she'd take to it well if I came over. [Casually:] Unless the two of you were still hoping I would join you.

[slightlyoffchilt]

[That got Chilton crossing his arms. Always with the cheeky humor, that Mr. Matthew Lin.]

I thought I had made such an offer before, and found it rebuked. Unless -- have you and her made up?

[abduxel]

I'm not entirely convinced she wouldn't try to murder me in your bed, if we're being honest.

But I have no qualms with her, myself. Not since you made your deal. And she is a beautiful woman.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Murder you, well -- she is highly creative about her kinks, you know. Artful, entrancing. I wouldn't put a bit of bloodplay past her -- though there's no telling if such would be to the degree of homicide.

[Or... demoncide. Whatever the proper term might be.]

She -- yes, she certainly is a beautiful woman.

[He smiled, addressing part of Abduxel's statement.]

[abduxel]

[That draws a quiet, dark laugh from him, and he holds up his slightly bloodied knife meaningfully, eyebrows raised at Chilton. The expression and gesture are exceedingly clear, so much that Abduxel might as well have said it aloud: do you really think I'm not into bloodplay, doctor?

He tucks the knife back way, smiling still.]

It takes more than a little blood-loss to bring me down, Doctor, so extend my apologies to Raina. When my throat was slit, I got back up after a little rest. In any case, dying is not one of my kinks.

[He passes over that tidbit of information so casually. Notably, he has no discernible scars on his neck.]

For the record, I'm giving you a proposition, not offering a deal. So why don't you just picture it a while, and let me know if you're feeling inspired.