IC contact [Mask or Menace]

[infomodder]

"Gone fishing."

[ so don't leave messages to ruin the after fishing glow !!!

your one stop shop for not leaving him alone ]

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[slightlyoffchilt]

This shall do. [He says, his way of godly dismissal. Of course, whatever momentary finality seems communicated in his words, it's more an illusion than anything else; Chilton will most certainly discuss Will Graham, his martyr-knight, to anyone who's unfortunate enough to hit earshot range.]

If all goes well, you soon will find me in your dreams.

[Glad to end on a creepy note, compliments of Chilton still having that Chiltony foundation, implanted memories or no.]

[infomodder]

[Dude no. Sir please why no. Like hole-in-the-face Chilton doesn't pop up in his dreams enough as is, those are his parting words? He's so thrown by that creepy note (does he know, is it coincidence????) that he can't bring himself to give more than a half hum, half grunt in reply. He's...not even sure if it went through, but knights are supposed to surly, right? That fits, right?

It's just fine that Chilton ends up discussing his martyr-knight to anyone within earshot, because Will Graham and Freddie Lounds are about to partake in a mutual griping session about Frederick Chilton, full stop. Maybe they'll even laugh at the idea of him cursing Freddie to get lightning fried. Confused sad laughter surrounded by veggie crisps and other meatless convenience store junk food.

Frederick Chilton totally never called out significant events before they happened back in Baltimore or anything, haha, oh wait, but no, it's different! No need to take his weird god talk right now to heart, haha—

—SON OF A BITCH!!!]