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]

"Do they make books of those? That actually sounds useful."

Wrath can read pretty well now, but he's still not really the type to pore over tomes the same way, say, Lust does. He had never taken part in the more educational duties the Homunculi traditionally performed-- he was more the rabid wolverine that they pointed at people who needed to stop being alive like, right now.

"I like names to be accurate. Like mine." He's a little more talkative than he's been around Henry in the past-- standing in the liminal space of a department store elevator has weird effects like that. "My name is very informative. Yours isn't, really. But that's not your fault. Your mommy probably gave it to you, and humans are really terrible at naming things, as a general rule."

[no_ufo_ending]

"Yup," Henry confirmed. First stop: book store. THEN Build-a-Mon.

He tilts his head as Wrath continues. While Henry hasn't seen Wrath being terribly angry, he also hasn't been named a traitor. So.

"I guess. But that's just one of my names." Henry added slyly, hoping to give himself an air of mysteriousness.

[garbagechild]

If Henry wants to be mysterious, he'd better be ready for those piercing husky-blue eyes to be turned on him expectantly.

"What are your other ones?"

Because you can't say something like that to Wrath and not immediately be expected to share the deets.

[no_ufo_ending]

Henry is just. Fucking thrilled that Wrath took the bait. Not that there's any trick at play, he's just glad that Wrath wants to know.

"Well. In other places, I go by The Receiver of Wisdom. But I have another name. It's a super secret name, known only to me and two other people. And now you."

Henry actually leans down a little, being careful not to jostle Norman.

"I am called...Banana Man."

[garbagechild]

It takes a moment for the dust to settle on that revelation.

Wrath first looks at Henry. Then at the unmoving elevator doors. Then back at Henry again, this time with a furrowed brow. You can actually see the little mathematical calculations floating in the air around his head.

Finally, he asks, "Why?" in the exact same tone someone would use after hearing their friend tell them that they hot-glued their hand to the doorknob at 3 AM.

Because Wrath cannot freaking fathom why on earth anyone would like bananas so much that they wanted their identity inextricably tied to them.