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Petyr "Littlefinger" Baelish ([personal profile] baetiful) wrote2016-03-07 08:56 pm

IC CONTACT POST



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slightlyoffchilt: (Inimical.)

[personal profile] slightlyoffchilt 2016-05-30 06:07 am (UTC)(link)
May I?

[Chilton reaches over, invading Baelish's space, his fingertips brushing lightly against Petyr's cheek.]

A kind of modern sedative, yes. Distributed through my hands -- I have complete control over the breed of sedative, the dosage. The effect.

[He pulled back that hand before Baelish could protest. It wasn't as if Chilton was about to administer any, of course.]

One of my powers here.
slightlyoffchilt: (Adroit.)

[personal profile] slightlyoffchilt 2016-05-30 06:33 am (UTC)(link)
I have had to use such power in self-defense before, yes.

[Chilton watched as Baelish touched the back of his hand; he had the distinct sensation of being appraised. Probably nothing, he reasoned, just his nerves. The anxiety of Raina's departure would inevitably seep into every emotion he experienced from hereon out.]

A few times, actually. It is a highly convenient escape clause -- one I tend to be quiet about.

[Rincewind knew, of course, as had Raina. Both required sedatives for medicinal use. And recently, Chilton had alluded to his ability to Will, thinking that the profiler had already known. Now that number rounded out with Petyr Baelish.]

Works like a charm.
slightlyoffchilt: (Picayune.)

[personal profile] slightlyoffchilt 2016-05-30 06:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[Chilton glanced at Baelish, a question on his lips. But he figured that this man from Westeros hadn't experienced a modern sedative, and he was curious. He had been warm and welcoming, he had cared for Chilton at this most brittle, vulnerable moment, so what was the harm?]

You'll get a little sluggish, a little tired. Nothing that a correctly caffeinated coffee won't fix.

[He extended a forefinger, touching the fingertip to Baelish's wrist. Chilton hadn't come out of the Porter with precise control of his ability -- he had to learn it over the months that followed. But now, nearly two years with this power, he understood it completely.

He pressed into Baelish's bloodsteam something that approximated a triazolam. A hypnotic, a central nervous system depressant in the benzodiazepine class.

Just a little.
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