[Use of a radio? Easy check. He's already got a working ham radio as a finished pet project. Thinking real hard about talking to the Devil? Also check. Not difficult for someone who was told not to since he was, like, three years old.
But after going through the responses to that Hero kid's goofy post, Chipp really can't help his curiosity - So here he is, carefully fiddling with the tuning knob on his radio like he's scared it's gonna explode. Or like the real, actual Devil is gonna pop out of it.
... He's silent for a moment, until he realizes -]
- Wait, shit, am I supposed to say somethin'...? How this work??
-oh! Oh, there you are! I was wondering if you were actually going to do it, haha...
[ the voice that burbles through the radio is... almost indescribable. there's the network girl's low voice, of course, but other voices layer on top of it - gentle whispers of honey and smoke and incense that echo outward.
it's okay i'm glad you're here someone else who would protect my children
and behind it all is, of all things, a song. crystalline and high; synthesizers and choirs and subsonic sounds coalescing. it doesn't sound like any song that could be written. to someone like chipp, it probably sounds more familiar than most. ]
I'm really glad you did. [ soft. relieved. gentle. ] It's easier, like this.
[Something about the voice coming through on the other end puts Chipp on edge - it's nothing that Venus (or otherwise) has done, it's just... His nature, in a sense. To put up a wall the moment he feels like someone's paying attention to him. There's quite a bit from Venus's transmission that's lost on him. Trying to get feeling across to him is a bit like trying to fit a wide package through a mail slot. But the music manages to hit perfectly, leaving him feeling anxious for once in his life.
There's a light metallic clatter as his claws smooth out the antennae on his helmet, almost like he's trying to adjust a particularly annoying curl, before he actually tries to respond.]
No, uh, no, ma'am - am I right? Ma'am? Sorry, I don't much like to... assume...
But I ain't the angry hero kid on the network, if that's who you been hopin' to hear. Someone else entirely. Mind if I intrude a bit? Just for a second.
Yeah, I'm a girl. You don't have to call me ma'am, though? Even though it's kinda cute. Haha.
[ she listens to - whoever this is? - as he talks for a second. the drawl in his voice isn't from her own home state, but it's a comforting one, and she can't help but smile in her own apartment as she hears him. she nods, forgetting he won't be able to see her as she responds. ]
That's okay. I'm happy to hear from you, too. [ a soft giggle. ] Well. As long as you're here... why don't we talk for now, then? I can't promise I have answers. But I'll definitely talk to you whenever you want it.
[If only his radio could pick up the tiny, horrid wheeze he lets out at getting called cute. (It probably picked it up a little.) It's not really something anyone's called him before - outside of trying to patronize him before he turned them into minced meat - but something about hearing it from this stranger over the radio, with a tone that feels weirdly familiar (yet not at all), is just - It's wheeze-worthy.
He tries to regain a little dignity by clearing his throat, though. Does it work? Absolutely not. But he tried!]
I was just wonderin'... what bein' "the Devil" entails. For you, I mean. You, specifically. I know what it mean in the good book, but I wanna know what it mean for you.
And - What should I call you? Don't gotta give me ya real name if you ain't comfortable with that. But 's either that or I go back to "ma'am", so...
Edited (punctuation has left the building ig) 2023-03-11 19:40 (UTC)
[ maybe the radio doesn't pick it up. why would that matter? the radio is for him, after all. venus hears his prayer as it is, quiet and simple and clear as day. for her, it's as easy as talking to someone in the same room. ]
Ha. It's Venus, okay? I'm not really into the whole "hiding myself" thing.
[ that's the easy question, at least. it's the other one that's a bit more complicated. not that she hasn't answered it a dozen other times, to a dozen other people. ]
"The devil is only the shadow of man cast by the light of God." All of God's perfection inverted and everted. If God's job is to welcome the pure and righteous, then my job is to look after the ones he's too good for. Make sense?
[She's not gonna be able to get him to drop the "Miss". That is simply a Thing. Time to learn how to accept unyielding politeness from someone who is horribly impolite!! He has to stop and think about her answer, though. His first thought is, of course, something along the lines of "The Lord isn't "too good" for anyone" - but the way Venus speaks makes it clear how she feels about that. And he knows things are handled differently in different universes.]
... Is that your answer? Or is it one you sayin' ad verbum? [A word that probably sounds fun with the way he talks.]
And, either way... does that include folks who were too good for Hell, too?
[ hey, she gets it. and whether it's standard southern courtesy or a healthy dose of respect for the devil doesn't matter, really! honestly, she's just happy to be treated like a lady by someone who gets it. ]
Hmmm... A little of both, maybe? [ it's an honest answer, at least. ] And I mean. If they're too good for Hell then they probably wouldn't want in anyway? But it's not like I'd turn them away. You know?
[It's a hum of interest, but also one of thought. (It's also slightly autotuned by his helmet trying its damnedest to figure out how he feels and match it tonally.)]
If it help you feel better 'bout that, I don't mean "too good" like they wouldn't wanna be there - Just didn't up there when I died. Thought for sure I would, was pretty sure I cinched it, but nah. Ain't Heaven neither, that's for damn sure.
[If he could laugh, that's about where one would be.]
You sound... lot nicer than I expected. For the Devil, I mean. But you gotta real warmth to that voice of yours, a real, uh... joie to ya. This really how you sound? Not puttin' on any airs to get in good with no one?
Ohhh, so like... Purgatory? Or some other situation. A ghost?? [ she's still reeling over ghosts being real and that was like two years ago. ] Either way. I mean, if you're not the heavenly host type then I feel like you're fine hanging down here?? And even if you did go to Heaven. I mean. As long as you're not a dick about it.
[ she notices that autotune. it's a little exciting! she wants to know more about that, a bit - but she also doesn't want to pry if he doesn't want to say anything. ah, well. she can't help but grin at that last bit, either way. ]
I spent most of my life trying to pretend to be something I wasn't for God's sake? And I'm done with it. Maybe I'm not a good person, but I can't be that much worse than his crusaders. [ she laughs, gentle and warm. ] And if you think I'm warm you should see me in person?? It's sort of a. Heat lamp situation???
Heh, sure. Let's call it Purgatory for now. Easier to swallow without gettin' to talk to ya in person, I think. Though, uh... we could change that, if you interested in the idea. Might consider myself a man o' God 'spite where I ended up, but I don't bite -
Don't feel bad if you wanna say no, though. I don't mind.
[Said with his best attempt at sounding gentle in return. It's not something he's great at (not nearly), but it's important to him to make it clear he means no harm.]
I mean... I'm talkin' to the Devil on the radio. That count?
[Which is to say: no, he's not doing anything right now.]
If you got someplace ya like, go ahead and suggest it. Someplace in public, though. Even if 's just me you meetin' with, I ain't gonna let you go out meetin' someone alone. Just ain't cool. That's my rule on the internet, so now 's also my rule on the radio.
Hmmm... I mean. You're definitely incredibly pretty. Like I don't really think there's any way around that? Like. 9/10. Maybe a 9.5. I'm kind of insanely jealous??
Buuut... I don't really know how hot you are, I guess? I feel like... You make music, so that's definitely something, but I don't know you well enough to say whether you give. Like. Hot Vibes????
[ oh, wow, okay. being hyped up by strangers is rare, especially vaguely ethereal cute girls???
though. huh. looking at venus... mizuki doesn't want to assume, and she's not about to ask, but. ]
ehhh, yeah, that makes sense!! i def go for more of a "cute" vibe than a "hot" one anyway... and woooow, just a 9 or 9.5 huh?? guess i can live with that /(◕ x ≦ )\
ur rly hot tho! even if i dont rly get all that devil talk ( ̄▽ ̄*)ゞ
do u wear tops like that a lot? i get nervous showing off that way
Oh phew. I'm glad you get what I mean? I've been sitting here for like five minutes thinking like. "I sure hope she doesn't think I'm trying to neg her or something??" Haha.
Thank you though?? That means a lot. Like. It's nice to hear in general, but especially when someone super pretty does it. You know?
[ oh. OH. venus is old enough that's not just a late bloomer thing, and she wouldn't just say it was a long story if it was that or surgery or something. so. mizuki shouldn't—she should disengage from this, now, knowing other girls like her is bound to complicate what she's tried to make for herself in the worst way—
instead, she opens a direct message to venus. ]
you don't need to get toooooo into it, i think i get the idea. when did you know?
[ not the most graceful question, if she's playing the curious cis girl act. ]
[ that's okay, mizuki. so far, venus isn't seeing anything wrong with the questions. maybe it'd be different in person, with tone and interaction and hesitations between each word-
-but right now, it's just the curious questions from one girl to another. any suspicions she might have are just that: suspicions. ]
Oh. Uhhhh. That's kind of embarrassing? I mean. I guess I always kind of wanted to, on some level. Like, I was... So, so tired of being told to man up and everything? But I didn't really know it was an option. Haha. So I guess... I only really understood it all two years ago. You know. When I became the devil.
Yeah. It's like. It's not perfect all the time every day?? But I'd rather die than ever go back. Haha.
[ venus adding a "haha" doesn't make that any less depressing... ]
Oh. Uh. I am literally the actual devil? Like. The devil talked to me and my girlfriends on the radio and then we pulled off our old skin and became something new. (I guess we weren't girlfriends at the time? Also I was a boy but I mean. Close enough??)
Wait why would it be a metaphor Did you not like. See the wings
It was less gross than it sounds I swear!! I didn't even bleed or anything. Like. My entire arm just sort of popped off, and then we just had to get the rest of it. Actually I guess Neptune might have been a little gross. But also, in a beautiful way? So. I don't know.
Do you uh. Do you want to see what my wings look like in motion?
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