abnormalizes | Seasons: IC Contact/Continuations

[It's a great smile!! Evangeline looks like she's at her desk and is properly lit up.]

Hi, Chipp! Welcome back, it's been a while.

I've been doing okay! Working on that whole 'personal growth' thing, so, you know. It's going well but it's also a pain in the ass.

Awh, that shit's always gonna be hard, yeah... good you workin' on it, though.
Good you got the chance to work on it!

Gimme the scoop - what all you learned since I left? Any fun stories? Banged the dragons yet?
Oughtta catch me up to speed, right...?

[Of course what she immediately latches onto is-]

No! None of the dragons are interested because I'm too young for them and it's the worst! They're all "come back in a thousand years" like I'll actually be around in a thousand years.

[SULK]

Wow. Lame. Not a one even give you a pity lick down or nothin'?

[look the dragons are huge, their tongues are probably good enough on their lonesome, right]

Nope. And like, I'm not going to pressure them if they're uncomfortable, but it would've been nice.

[She would appreciate some tongue!]

Damn, 's just sad... even I'd consider blowin' a guy I weren't all that into, if he asked nice enough.

Maybe next time we all dig up some weird, otherworldly creatures, they'll be into the idea. You deserve a shot after gettin' turned down by all the dragons.
I mean, shit - all of'em!

[This has irreversably colored his opinion of the dragons. Not in a way that he won't go asking someone to help him get some dragon powers (once he learns about them), but y'know.
They're forever "the losers that turned down Evangeline en masse".]

All of them!!

Also, hey, wait, hold on, forget about the dragons for a second. Do I have a shot with you if I ask nicely?

... Did I make it seem like you ain't?

Uhhhh. Well. I didn't want to assume?

Awright, fair 'nuff. But, yeah - you gotta shot, 'long as you good about it.

And you don't mind be bein' sticky 'bout shit.
Lotta stuff I ain't too good at, y'know - easier to not do all that stuff, have more fun that way!

That's fair! I wouldn't want you to do anything you're uncomfortable with. If my partner's not having fun, I'm not having fun either.

-But in exchange you've gotta tell me when you're uncomfortable, I'm not good at guessing.

Naw, naw - I ain't gonna make you sit 'round tryin' to guess!

'S just... kissin'. And talkin'. 'Course, could always just keep the tin can on for ya, don't gotta worry 'bout kissin' that way... somethin' tells me you'd like it.
But talkin', dirty-like - all I'm used to is the "grab your head 'n shove your face in the pillow" kind.

... Don't much like doin' that to ladies.

[He is, unfortunately, a Good Boy. At least the way his screen turns a little pink as he admits that is probably kinda cute?]

[Oh no, he’s so cute.]

I could definitely give your helmet a smooch.

No dirty talk, got it. [She wonders how he’d feel about being called a good boy - maybe she’ll ask later.] Do I get to know what you do like, or is that a fun surprise?

[Well he doesn't count praise as dirty talk, so it's certainly not off the table --]

To tell ya the honest truth, Miss Evangeline, I don't much know! Here in Ellipsa, my only experience with someone who ain't a guy was Nenett.
Only experience I got doin' it with someone I like, too.

And 'fore Ellipsa, back home, it was mostly, ehh...

[As he thinks of how exactly he wants to word this, his screen decides to betray him horribly in the worst (best?) possible way -

He's scratching the bottom of his screen in thought, but the eye itself blinks shut before opening up wide again... as a set of big, sharp, neon dog's teeth.
In a grin, of course.]

... Mouthy fellas. How 'bout we call'em that?

Uh huh. Not much for the hatesex thing myself, but good for you.

[Evangeline hums thoughtfully.]

I like it best when it’s hard and fast, but you don’t like being rough with girls, so it sounds to me like I should ride you.

Wouldn't call it hatesex, myself! Ain't like I hated any of'em.
They were just noisy 'n needed shuttin' up.

As for the hows, I like bein' rough, I just don't like bein' mean.
My memère raised a gentlemen - happy to go rough if you wanna, I just won't call ya nothin' while I do it!

Oh, well in that case, I would be delighted if such a gentleman as yourself would kindly fuck my brains out.

Anything for you, Miss Evangeline. You just gimme a time 'n place, and I'll --

...

[Actually? He just got a good look at his surroundings again, and it's given him a thought.]

Well... hang on.
How you feel 'bout movie monsters?

Positively! I feel positively. What are you thinking?

[She’s excited, whatever it is.]

[That's answered by him moving to take his phone, purely so he can swivel it to whatever caught his eye -

Namely, it's his workbench. In his shed. It is not a friendly looking workbench - there are all manners of things like buzzsaws and blades on either side of it.
But it is empty, with plenty of space...

And then he leans around the phone a little, with just his antennae and the top of that eye of his peeping into frame.
Big and bright and joyful, despite the tone of his suggestion.]

Horror movie monster like myself works best in the right settin', don't you think?
I mean, hell - you already know I got bodies under my belt, 'n not in the same way you do.

Only right I get a chance to act out the part for fun for once, ouais?

[Not that he's any good at acting and thus probably won't be acting at all, but look. All of his sex with Nenonen had been soft and soulful and fulfilling -
The meat and potatoes and veggies of sex, something that he'd do everyday to keep himself healthy!

And he'd kind of like to have not that.

If Nen was the warm, comforting stew that does his heart good, then he'd kind of like to try fugu for once in his life, and Evangeline's the licensed chef who can make it happen. ... Or something like that??

Though, he won't be upset if she turns it down. He's a big boy, he can handle it!!]

[Evangeline’s eyes go wide, and a blush finally comes to her face.]

Can I come over right now?

[She’s also terrible at acting, especially the fearful victim, but she loves doing it anyway.]

[The video cuts, no explanation from Chipp directly -
But in just a couple seconds afterward, she'll get a GPS ping to his location.

... It's. It's just Shigeru's land, down in Amberfall. He lives in the shed... behind the house...]

[It takes Evangeline slightly longer to get there than it would if she were straight out the door, but - she's wearing her EGO suit, and that won't do for this! It can't be ripped apart to leave her in tatters and ripe for the taking, obviously she has to change outfits.

So when she does enter the shed, she's wearing a cheerleading outfit. It's white and black, with a short skirt for easy access.]

What a dark and spooky shed... It sure would be awful if I were to be cornered in here by some horrible monster...

[She's so fucking excited.]

[As she approaches the dark and spooky shed, there's the quiet hum of machinery emanating from somewhere within, and without any provocation... the door slowly opens, creaking on its hinges.
Almost like magic?
(There's definitely a bit of violet light around the door's knob but it's not there, pretend it was the wind, the wind makes it spooky--)

It's not fully dark, though. Aside from the few computer monitors lining the shed's small walls (all of them emblazoned with his eye, because of fucking course they are), there's just a single light... pouring over what looks to be a hatch in the floor.
Mysterious! Spooky! Does she risk climbing down into the depths unknown???

(They really are unknown; unlike the shed, he's got his lights off in his basement. Spooky... er. Spookier?)]

hell yeah!!

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i foresee myself needing many more Evil:tm: icons for this

I'm so delighted

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