abnormalizes | Seasons: IC Contact/Continuations

Evangeline! Where might you happen to be currently?
I'm outside your door, if you're here.

[Hence why it's only "technically" text. He really is just... out on her doorstep, hoping she's here to let him in...
Holding a bag hanging from his elbow, of course.

He'd waited a bit to actually talk to her about this, but frankly, it's only been a day or two since he actually got everything he wanted to show her... so it's all still good!
Bread doesn't go stale quickly, after all.]

[Rather than bother to answer, she heads to her door to let him in.]

What would you have done if I hadn't been home?

Ah... a very good question, actually!

[Honestly, she's lucky a physical invitation is as good as a verbal one, considering Grim Reapers need to be invited in before they can cross thresholds ~~and that i keep FORGETTING THAT~~, because he's nice and quick to wander right inside, half-spinning on his heel so he can turn to face her as he walks through the entry.]

The answer, however, is exciting - I have an easy way to get out and about through Ellipsa, now! I used one of those Wishing Stars that Riki sells...
My motorcycle is here with me, finally!

I'd offer to show you, but I'm not sure you would want me pulling it out of my bag in your living room...

[Yeah, he just stuffed it wholesale into his hammerspace bag.]

Oh, congratulations! I'd love to see it, but not in my living room, yeah.

[Girl who keeps a scythe in her hammerspace purse sees nothing wrong with this.]

In that case, would you like me to step back outside? I can very easily pull it out to show you, and replace it when you've seen enough.

Absolutely, show me your super cool motorcycle.

[Outside she goes!]

[Outside he goes, as well! Already rooting through his bag, of course, and once he's far enough away from the door...
He whips out this bad boy, like it's nothing, clearly using a bit of his enhanced Grim Reaper strength to hold it by its tire as he plops it on the grass.]

Here we are! Made by the lovely Hog, herself... it's unofficially mine, but she'd begun to hang its keys by my door long before Ellipsa saw fit to snap me up.
So it's mine.

I believe this is her "Cathedral" model? I've seen a few others in different colors around Gomoku in the days leading up to my arrival, here.
And make no mistake - it is a two-seater. No sidecar necessary; the passenger gets the throne on the back, attached to my own seat.

[With wide eyes:]

This is the sexiest motorcycle I've ever seen. Absolutely incredible.

Isn't it beautiful?

[Moving, now, to fold his arms over its main chassis, leaning forward and everything.]

It's powerful, too. The spikes on its wheels are enchanted - they retract against solid ground, but grow longer as needed for rough terrain! The stained glass is impenetrable, unable to be broken, its light never fading!
The alloy is stainless, eternal, made of a mix between black iron from the desert and steel harvested from the floor of the Starseed Ocean!
It even glitters at night... not too unlike your eyes, truthfully.

Not only that, but its Remnant is fresh [- he reaches out, here, to pat the red, glowing orb of soul energy floating at the front of its chassis -] so I needn't worry about powering it for years to come.

Truly, it's wonderful; the best bike I have ever had to my name!

I love it so much. Did you come here to take me riding, or was there something you wanted to do first?

[She would absolutely be willing to discard the rest of her plans for the day and hop on.]

Oh -
I hadn't considered taking you out for a ride, actually...! Rather, it was something else I wanted to show you -

[Lifting that bike back up again, and zoop! Right back into the bag it goes!
And back into the house he goes, already moving the plastic bag on his elbow off his arm and into his hands, holding it close like it contains something precious.]

I've finally taken your recommendations, of course... Riki truly does sell some wonderful items, doesn't he?

[Back in!]

What is it? -Did you get your birth certificate?

[She'd be excited for him for that!]

...

No, I'd forgotten about that as well...

[Whoops. Things he's taking mental note of. His other Wishing Star was used on a crate of cooking ingredients from the land of the dead, so, y'know.]

No, instead - I finally have a loaf of the bread you recommended! And you were correct -
It really can taste like anything! Even things I have only eaten while here in Ellipsa...!

[Hence why he's now holding that bag close to his face, as if it really is the most precious thing he's ever held.]

... The taste is exact, too. Exactly as I remember!

Oh, I'm glad you're enjoying it! What did you set it to?

[She has no idea.]

You, of course!

[She Will Have An Idea.]

Oh! Oh. Like, me specifically? Not human in general?

[Or meat in general? So many other kinds of less weird meat available?

She has no idea what her face is doing right now.]

Yes, you, specifically - why would I want something general?

[Said, of course, like she's just the silliest thing for suggesting that.
He's also taking it out of the bag, now, to unwrap - eyes bright and keen, smile warm and happy...

... It's already half finished.]

I've been doing research on the topic for a bit of time, now - there's difference to the taste of meat based on the diet of the creature it comes from!
General human wouldn't taste exactly like you... I wouldn't want that whatsoever. It would be a waste to me - useless at best, a waste of money at worst.

Would you like to try?

[Normal things to offer to people normally!]

I. Um. Hm. Let me think about that for a bit.

[Gaze flitting from his face to the half-eaten loaf and back.]

...Do you mind if I ask you why you want it to taste like me? Because you said it like it's obvious but it's really not.

...

[Holding the loaf close again.]

Why wouldn't I? You're precious to me, Ol Siaion.

I understand that? I just don't understand how that translates to wanting to taste me in the non-sexual-innuendo sense.

... Mmm. Alright, how do I best explain this...

[STILL holding the loaf close... even pulling it away a bit, as if he's now starting to worry she'll try and take it from him.
But he tilts his head in thought.]

That was...
The closest and most intimate I have ever been to another person in my entire life. Even to die between your thighs doesn't compare -
I will never forget the warmth of your chest cavity, how your heart beat in my palms.

However... at this point, to achieve that again would necessitate harming you.
And I would rather crucify myself to a set of active railroad tracks than harm you. If I were to ever harm you again, I would hope my guts would be strung over powerlines as an example for anyone else who dared to do so, themselves.

And so...
This would be the next best thing. I at least... have the taste.

[Here, he cradles that half finished loaf, looking away from her as he does. As if he recognizes this is, perhaps, the worst thing anyone could ever say -
Well aware that it is, in itself, earning him his name in one fell swoop.

He's not called Loupgarou for nothing.]

...Okay. Okay. Just - just give me one moment to get my thoughts in order.

[Because boy does she have a lot of swirling thoughts.]

-I was terrified of being eaten, growing up. I knew all about the cannibal restaurants in the Backstreets, how the chefs make death as agonizing as possible to enhance the flavor, that any time I left my house I was at risk of being killed and served on a plate.

...And then when you killed me, it was quick and easy. I knew that you were going to eat me, but it didn't seem as important at the time as your feelings. Being eaten wasn't nearly as bad as I'd been afraid of.

So... I guess, if it isn't hurting me, then there's nothing wrong with it, right...?

- I would never prolong a death.
Never.

[Said with true, actual horror in his voice at the mere thought - he knows she wasn't implying he would, but that they do...]

...

After my own at the hands of Jean, I know that a prolonged death is the worst torture a person could endure.
I made sure yours was as clean and fast as possible - I wanted to be certain you would not spend a millisecond awake and alive.
As I said, you're precious to me. Such suffering... I wouldn't even wish it on an enemy, let alone a friend as dear as you.

... I don't think... I could kill you even if you asked that of me, at this point.

...

It isn't about the taste, or the substance, or any of it, anyway. It isn't even about the warmth of your flesh, the beat of your heart.
It's...

That I was allowed to hold such grotesque parts of you, to delve inside you where no one else has... to make you a part of myself in ways that not even a living human could possibly imagine.

A Grim Reaper's psychoplasm needs replenishing.
In lieu of light, we use food.
That food is pulled apart at the most microscopic level, turned into magic, and woven into our being -
And as far as our few scientists can tell, so long as a Grim Reaper doesn't end up too hurt or left in the dark for too long... those interwoven bits will remain for years before they need replenishing properly.

You have literally become a part of my magic, Evangeline. It's... an experience I will never forget.
And all I have left of it is the taste...

Oh. -Oh, that - that makes more sense. Me becoming a part of you is...

That... kind of makes me happy?

[It's a very bewildered kind of happiness, and she's questioning herself, but.]

I think - that I would like to always be with you, in some way.

text, technically; guess who just remembered this whole idea

oh I was afraid of bugging you about it too much

then its a good thing my horrible memory actually shook this one out for us LMDLHKJ

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... cw: cannibalism discussion from here on out, probably,

fun times!

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cw: this one is PARTICULARLY graphic

also fun

1/2; and now she's getting to see his ✨trauma✨

2/2;

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