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!]

Comments

[11121_assumption]

You do.

And what will you do to me?

[ He's still calm. Eeriely so. Would Wrath try to hurt him? Turn his back on him? He felt something in his chest. His heart was beating but there was something else, something familiar in his mind.

Don't trust them. They'll disappoint. ]

[garbagechild]

I order you to not ask me any more questions!

I'M the one who should ask questions!

So there!

<sub>[And then he folds his arms.]

[That settles it!]</sub>

[11121_assumption]

Very well.

[ And he cut off the call. There was no point continuing it. He'd asked his questions and had gotten...a response. And although the response he had gotten had done nothing to actually answer what he had asked, it opened his eyes in a different way. He saw Wrath in a different, harsher light. ]