abnormalizes | Seasons: IC Contact/Continuations

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?)]

Very spooky ambiance - wait ambiance is too positive a word, fuck. I am definitely afraid right now!

[She immediately goes to climb down the hatch without any hesitation.]

... Merci.

[It's whispered quietly from somewhere behind the ladder as she climbs down it, of course. But surely that's just the wind, who else could be down here??]

[The basement is done up properly, of course - shelves on either side that make a winding path to the far wall across from where she is, all covered in sharp, shiny weaponry of every shape and size...
And cute adorable animal statues but he didn't think to change up the basement any, this is just how it always looks.

And from somewhere behind the ladder where there definitely was no one before, there's a creaking sound as the door to an old, wooden cabinet starts to slowly open up -
Only for a set of sharp metal claws to grab around the edge of that door, gripping hard enough to make it splinter.

A large, glowing, golden eye opens up to peer down at her from the opening, casting light on everything in front of him...
And. Y'know. Looking expectantly at her.

(... If she doesn't run, though, he definitely makes a little "go on" gesture with his free hand. Of course.)]

Oh! Oh wow!

[She doesn't sound or look afraid at all. In fact she's blushing quite a lot.

Evangeline absolutely does not run until he prompts her to, mumbles 'oh right' when he makes that hand gesture, and runs... deeper into the basement down the winding path, instead of trying to make it up the ladder again. You know, good horror movie decisions that totally lead to survival.]

[Ah yes, just like a proper horror movie chase - down into the tiny little dead end full of knives, where surely only good and safe things happen!!

The moment she turns and runs, though, he lets out an awful bark-like cackle, that eye swapping back to a set of big, glowing fangs, and...
He doesn't run. Why would he run?
He's mastered the art of stalking his targets, after all... and no matter the plans for when she's caught, Evangeline is his target, right now.

As he walks past one of his metal shelves, he holds out his claws to his side just to let them clink and scrape against it.]

Awwwh, my special li'l guest runnin' off so soon...? I know this place like the back o' my hand, y'know -
Just where you think you gonna hide?

[(If he were to say his heart wasn't absolutely pounding right now...

... Well, it'd be the truth, as he doesn't have a pulse. But he sure feels like he can hear it in his ears, regardless.
Evangeline is getting SO many birthday gifts and Christmas gifts this year, no ifs, ands, or buts.)]

[Oh, very good use of sound scraping across the shelves, she makes a mental note of it to compliment him on later.

Here she is, in the tiny dead end full of knives. What would a horror movie victim do in this situation? Maybe grab a knife and try to defend herself...?

Mmm, no, that's not a good idea. If she does that her actual survival reflexes might kick in and she might genuinely hurt him. Something else that a horror movie victim might do.

Oh, right.]

It's just a bad dream, it's just a bad dream...

[She cowers with her arms in front of her face, though she's peeking through at Chipp, eyes still bright and excited.]

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

I'm so delighted

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