(For just a moment, you almost panic. But then you realize: )
(Is this person......wearing a box on their head??)
(What a weird choice in costume.)
Yeah, this is weird. This is incredibly weird. Siffrin has no idea who this giant box-wearing person is, but they're giving him that weird spine-tingle that says maybe he should grab his dagger and stay at the ready. A hand does go to his side beneath his cloak, but. Stabbing someone he's just met isn't really his style.
On guard it is! (You lean back and squeeze the edge of the door.) ]
[Without any fanfare, Chipp pulls his device out of his cloak and shows it to Siffrin. On its screen is their conversation, of course. And on his screen is a grin that can't really be called friendly.
[With even less fanfare, Chipp reaches down and picks Siffrin up by a handful of his clothes. Just scoops him right up as he moves further into Siff's apartment.]
Got it in one, li'l man. Call me Chipp. I'll be your personal, one-on-one interview with the dead, today! I betcha real excited.
[ SWEET JESUS-- Oh stars, OH STARS. Siffrin doesn't?? Know how to handle this??? On the one hand, someone he doesn't know has just gone and picked him up (and wow, you sure don't know how to feel about that! But it's! Irritating!) but also: SOMEONE HE DOESN'T KNOW HAS GONE AND PICKED HIM UP and the tiny moment of sheer, awkward, unprepared dread and anxiety that produces is enough to get him to freeze up. Goosebumps break out all over his body! ]
[The kick does definitely get Chipp to let go, but not because it hurt (sorry, Siffrin). Rather, it's more the shock that someone so tiny would actually do that to someone as big and mean as him, of all people (again, sorry Siffrin).
It takes him a second to process what just happened, but after a moment? Teeth break out on his screen, and he laughs. ... As much as he can, anyway.]
Awww, you spicy-spicy, huh!? Never met a lil shit like you, willin' to 'n fight the wolf that's got ya! Gotta say, I'm a real big fan o' that, me.
Just for that, I'm not gonna grab you with my magic and throw you through the air like a meatball.
[Instead? The armchair he planned to plonk Siffrin down into turns to face the little dagger wielder.]
[ He's not his party's rogue-type for nothing!! He couldn't very well proclaim to help Mirabelle on her quest to save Vaugarde from the King if he was going to let someone like Chipp deter him. Is he thrown off? Yes! Does that mean he throws in the towel? Heck no!
He just needs to suss out the situation a little more. This "Chipp" person is awfully corporeal for a ghost, so...that's something. They're also built like a darn house, that's another thing. Probably not a good idea to try and get into a fight if he can avoid it.
So...talking it is? ]
That's very chairitable of you. [ But. ] I think I'll stand.
... Y'know, as a gentleman, havin' my offer get refused just don't sit well with me. You lucky this ain't my house. Wouldn't stand for that kinda rudeness under my roof.
[He'll just take over the entire couch. Which doesn't really fit the whole gentleman thing he just mentioned, but whatever. All he cares about is that his ass is comfy.]
[ HA. Oh, those weren't half-bad, actually. Siffrin didn't expect a fellow comedian?? This is a nice surprise. Though his cloak hides his face some, Chipp will catch the subtle twitch at the corner of Siffrin;s mouth when he delivers such excellent puns.
He can almost overlook the claiming of his couch! Almost. ]
[ That, and you never know when they're there. They appear out of nowhere, might give a cryptic message, make unsettling noises or maybe cause something to move that shouldn't... They're other in that uncanny way that gives Siffrin the heebie-jeebies. ]
Mm.
[ Did I tell you he's a #conversationalist ? absolute chatterbox over here. ]
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(For just a moment, you almost panic. But then you realize: )
(Is this person......wearing a box on their head??)
(What a weird choice in costume.)
Yeah, this is weird. This is incredibly weird. Siffrin has no idea who this giant box-wearing person is, but they're giving him that weird spine-tingle that says maybe he should grab his dagger and stay at the ready. A hand does go to his side beneath his cloak, but. Stabbing someone he's just met isn't really his style.
On guard it is! (You lean back and squeeze the edge of the door.) ]
Sorry, who are you??
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On its screen is their conversation, of course. And on his screen is a grin that can't really be called friendly.
Need he say anything more? (Yes, probably.)]
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Oh. ( Oh. ) ]
--Ah.
[ Chipp doesn't LOOK like a ghost...??? But how the heck did this person find him??????? ]
The Ghostly One.
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Just scoops him right up as he moves further into Siff's apartment.]
Got it in one, li'l man. Call me Chipp.
I'll be your personal, one-on-one interview with the dead, today!
I betcha real excited.
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SWEET JESUS--Oh stars, OH STARS. Siffrin doesn't?? Know how to handle this??? On the one hand, someone he doesn't know has just gone and picked him up (and wow, you sure don't know how to feel about that! But it's! Irritating!) but also: SOMEONE HE DOESN'T KNOW HAS GONE AND PICKED HIM UP and the tiny moment of sheer, awkward, unprepared dread and anxiety that produces is enough to get him to freeze up. Goosebumps break out all over his body! ]2/2
Siffrin lands on one foot harder than the other, hand back on his dagger. ]
Thrilled.
[ (Ow. What is this person made of, rocks?? It's like kicking a brick wall. Your ankle throbs.) ]
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Rather, it's more the shock that someone so tiny would actually do that to someone as big and mean as him, of all people (again, sorry Siffrin).
It takes him a second to process what just happened, but after a moment?
Teeth break out on his screen, and he laughs. ... As much as he can, anyway.]
Awww, you spicy-spicy, huh!? Never met a lil shit like you, willin' to 'n fight the wolf that's got ya!
Gotta say, I'm a real big fan o' that, me.
Just for that, I'm not gonna grab you with my magic and throw you through the air like a meatball.
[Instead? The armchair he planned to plonk Siffrin down into turns to face the little dagger wielder.]
Here - sit down. Let's talk.
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He just needs to suss out the situation a little more. This "Chipp" person is awfully corporeal for a ghost, so...that's something. They're also built like a darn house, that's another thing. Probably not a good idea to try and get into a fight if he can avoid it.
So...talking it is? ]
That's very chairitable of you. [ But. ] I think I'll stand.
1/2;
You lucky this ain't my house. Wouldn't stand for that kinda rudeness under my roof.
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[He'll just take over the entire couch. Which doesn't really fit the whole gentleman thing he just mentioned, but whatever.
All he cares about is that his ass is comfy.]
So. How you think about ghosts?
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He can almost overlook the claiming of his couch! Almost. ]
...
They're...spooky?
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But sure, runnin' with that - why?
Why you think they spooky?
[Said as he shifts, his elbows sitting on his knees like he's a dad talking to his kid who just snuck back in from a party.]
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Siffrin shifts his weight from one foot to the next--and then immediately back. Ow. Forgot about the ankle. ]
Because they're what's left behind, I guess? They haunt places.
ok i am no longer consumed by pokemon
So the hauntin' is what scares ya? Them hangin' 'round 'cause they can't move on.
Am I hearin' you right?
i fell asleep :'>
Mm.
[ Did I tell you he's a #conversationalist ? absolute chatterbox over here. ]