IC Contact

[garbagechild]

"... So I just talk? I start talking? .... Now? ... What's the light mean? ... Oh! HI, I'M WRATH, THIS IS MY MAIL VOICE, PLEASE LEAVE A--" BEEP.


[OOC: Want to thread with me but don't have a current post to do it on? Wanna send Wrath a private message? Wanna prank-call him in the middle of the night and then instantly regret it as he dials you back over and over and yells "Hello? HELLO?" into the mic? Pop a thread on here with the IC date and time and let's get playing!]

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[garbagechild]

Wrath's loyalty was a very funny thing.

It was strong, but also particular.

Just as Walter's devotion to the Order had compelled him to kill two young children, Wrath's own Master still held far more sway over him than any of the friendships he'd managed to cultivate. He didn't like it. But fear is a powerful motivator-- especially to a child. Even an undead one. Would he stand between Dante and one of his new friends, if it came down to it? Until it actually happened... he probably wouldn't know.

And as for Henry... well, that was simple. Envy's humans were untouchable! Pack rules!

Either way, if he picked up on Walter's sudden chilliness, Wrath sure didn't show it.

Just continued to laugh and spin.

"Does he have a name?"

... He's referring to the Murkrow, but he doesn't exactly... clarify...

[11121_assumption]

Sadly, while Wrath might have an inkling of how corrupted and unhealthy his tie to his Dante was, Walter was still...conflicted in his views of the Order. In the very pit of his heart, he loathed them. He hated the suffering they had inflicted on him and the few...friends? Allies? Fellow children he had been raised alongside in the orphanage. He had no remorse for what he had done to any of the priests he'd killed, men responsible in part for his upbringing and the running of the Wish House. But he was still loyal. He still wholeheartedly believed in the faith they had taught him. Still believed he owed them for the most basic care they had given him, food, water, shelter. Still couldn't comprehend just how wrong it all was.

He wasn't sure what he was being asked to name. "My Masters?" He had to think. Who was his 'Master'? "I was raised by Father George. He taught me what I needed to know about the ritual. But after...it was Valtiel."

[garbagechild]

"Masters?" Wrath laughs. Not meanly, just with his usual childish delight. "No, I meant the nice shadow bird! Does he have a name? Or should I pick one?"

Humming, he tugged lightly at his new friend's bushy tailfeathers.

"He's very dark, just like Darkness. Maybe he should have a dark name, too!"

[11121_assumption]

Oh. Walter hummed thoughtfully, approaching them to get a better look at the bird who was clacking it's beak at Wrath, giving as good as he gave and tugging back on his hair playfully. There were several feisty ones among the Murkrow (no doubt taking after their mother) but this was definitely the most physically mischievous one. He had tugged at Walter's hair before, although Walter hadn't pulled on his tail feathers first.

"I gave them each names but you can name him if you like. I called him Blackout."

[garbagechild]

"Blackout? Oh, I like that!"

He laughed, continuing to play with his new buddy. Wrath-style play was particularly rough and grabby, but fortunately this bird seemed to be a kindred spirit.

"He's very good!"

[11121_assumption]

Yep, Blackout and Wrath were a perfect match, as the Murkrow eagerly bit and grabbed onto Wrath with his talons. If he was truly hurt, he'd squawk out or fly out of reach.

Walter watched them play, bringing his hands together. At least they were happy. Darkness was also pleased with this outcome; while he didn't encourage rough-housing, if both Pokemon and trainer were fine with it then there wasn't any harm, was there? Finally he nodded and turned to leave.

"Take care."