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route_10652015-08-12 12:11 am
garbagechild) wrote in route_10652015-08-12 12:11 am
Sometimes people leave you, halfway through the wood.
Who: Alphonse Elric, Envy, Greed, and Wrath.
Where: An ill-fated bakery. All around Goldenrod. The freakin' basement.
When: August 11th onwards! This is a catch-all.
Summary: The world has been pretty good to the various monsters and serial killers hailing from Amestris, but one particular villainous wild child has yet to be rehabilitated.
Rating: PG-13 for talk of abuse, manipulation, brainwashing, all that good stuff.
Log:
Continued from here.
Where: An ill-fated bakery. All around Goldenrod. The freakin' basement.
When: August 11th onwards! This is a catch-all.
Summary: The world has been pretty good to the various monsters and serial killers hailing from Amestris, but one particular villainous wild child has yet to be rehabilitated.
Rating: PG-13 for talk of abuse, manipulation, brainwashing, all that good stuff.
Log:
Continued from here.
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[As much as he's been raging AGAINST them telling him what to do, the truth is... no one's ever NOT told him what to do.]
[For such a free spirit, Wrath is at a total loss when it comes to the concept of being able to decide things for himself. The big things, anyway. The prospect is... scary, honestly. Dante's firm hand casts a heavy shadow that Wrath learned very quickly to live in fear of, but at least he knows what to expect with it.]
... That's not what Master says.
[... is what he finally decides to say, wrapping his arms around himself. Even if the statement itself is born of stubbornness, he sounds unsure and worried.]
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She didn't want us to think we could decide what to believe. She knew that if she did, we might not.
[He's really not so sure about including himself in that, but he's going to go ahead and say 'we' anyway. He feels like he should.]
[But he can also SEE that Wrath's not sure about all of this. And he knows how frightening it is to have to change. To have to start deciding what to believe instead of being told.]
[He slowly reaches back into his pocket and pulls out the other thing he'd brought down here in case Wrath accepted the sandwich. It's a little bar of chocolate. He unwraps it before holding it out to Wrath.]
Here. Try this, I brought it too. It's good.
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[But the sandwich had been really good.]
[So although still wary, Wrath cautiously (VERY cautiously) scoots forward to reach out for the mysterious treat.]
... What is it?
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It's chocolate, it's like a candy.
[And it is definitely not made of people.]
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[Very tentatively, he takes the bar and brings it up to his mouth to give it a wary lick.]
[And then his eyes get REAL BIG.]
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It's good, right?
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[HE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO ABOUT THAT. He should have thought this through better.]
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[HE'S FINE. HE'S NOT CHOKING. Well. Mostly. There's a bit of a moment when he tries to swallow that he looks alarmingly like a baby owl trying to choke down a rat whole, but then it goes down and he immediately shoves his fingers into his mouth again to absorb EVERY LAST MOLECULE OF THE DELICIOUS DIRT-COLORED RECTANGLE left on his skin.]
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[Envy waits for Wrath to finish inhaling the chocolate, looking both amused and a little fond, even if he'd probably deny it showing on his face if anyone asked.]
...So I guess I should keep bringing you that, huh?
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[Chocolate is WAY easier to make than people rocks.]
I can bring more down every time I visit, what about that?
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[And on second thought, as inconceivable as it seems for there to be 'plenty' more of such a RADICALLY MAGNIFICENT SUBSTANCE, Wrath doubts the other Homunculus would have given him anything that wasn't plentiful. He doesn't buy your flip-flopping personality THAT much, Envy.]
Okay!