Who: WJH, PXW, and Seph When: Now Where: Around What: A three act play: "Ah, Don't experiment on children in my basement, Hi" Warnings: Grossery and gore (maybe), questionable experimentation, PTSD, emotional abuse
[And maybe that would be easier, simpler, but while Sephiroth agreed to potentially problematic testing on monster corpses and maybe even a people-corpse or two, it's distinctly different when he wanders into the basement to see Will Henry the focus of that same scientific curiosity and disregard.]
[And that's truth. Will Henry being attached to the man in the basement -- in some form or fashion -- guarantees that Sephiroth cannot simply toss either of them out onto the street on a whim.
[ Will Henry's expression darkens, like he might really pick a fight about being asked to introduce himself. But he won't, he doesn't have enough information yet to determine if he should show his real face. It's much easier when people believe he's just Warthrop's small, pitiful assistant. Easier to get them to lean close and pat him on the shoulder. Easier to put a knife in their back. ]
My name is Will Henry.
[ The better question: ]
Who are you?
[ What are you doing with my Doctor in your basement. ]
[Already, he can tell this Will Henry is a stubborn sort. There’s something taciturn about him, like he’s hiding away whatever is being stung together in his mind. In that way, he’s reminded of himself at a similar age.]
My name is Sephiroth.
[No surname. There, was that exchange so hard?]
What was he testing you for?
[We’re back on the subject of a certain doctor now.]
[ Warthrop would lambaste him if he spoke out of turn about any of their business. He happens to know from valuable experience(s) on the matter. This underfed little teenage boy sets his shoulders, bristling at Sephiroth like his determination will have any meaning to the man. ]
[It has meaning, certainly. It means that this conversation is likely dead in the water already, given the unfortunate state of their exchanged first impressions. But it isn't terribly affecting to him.]
If it's going to be a regular occurrence, I would like to know.
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[ This is the sagest advice that Will Henry has ever given anyone. Don't look into the eye of madness at the bottom of the pit. ]
no subject
It wasn't a part of our arrangement.
[So. No.]
What's your name?
no subject
[ Really, the best possible scenario in Will Henry's mind. They'd leave this man behind and he wouldn't be a threat anymore.
He, stubbornly, does not give his name. ]
no subject
[And that's truth. Will Henry being attached to the man in the basement -- in some form or fashion -- guarantees that Sephiroth cannot simply toss either of them out onto the street on a whim.
Also. Stubbornly requests that name again.]
I asked what's your name.
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My name is Will Henry.
[ The better question: ]
Who are you?
[ What are you doing with my Doctor in your basement. ]
no subject
My name is Sephiroth.
[No surname. There, was that exchange so hard?]
What was he testing you for?
[We’re back on the subject of a certain doctor now.]
no subject
[ Warthrop would lambaste him if he spoke out of turn about any of their business. He happens to know from valuable experience(s) on the matter. This underfed little teenage boy sets his shoulders, bristling at Sephiroth like his determination will have any meaning to the man. ]
no subject
If it's going to be a regular occurrence, I would like to know.
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[ This is a reiteration of 'nunya'. ]