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victory_road2018-09-01 10:26 pm
garbagechild) wrote in victory_road2018-09-01 10:26 pm
[Video, August 31st]
[A few days after the Contest packs up from Olivine and leaves, presumably to resurface somewhere else in six months, a video is posted to the network!]
[Why, it's Wrath!]
[He's in more or less the same spot he was last time he uploaded a video, albeit with some noticeable differences this time. The room's no longer littered with wrappers or general mess, and that hole in the wall has a tarp fixed over it. It's evening, and the sliding door to the backyard is cracked open, letting the whirring of the Kricketots filter in.]
[Footsteps can be heard thumping elsewhere, too-- he's no longer alone in the house.]
[Next to him on the couch is Mad, sans the googly-eyes and angry eyebrows, determinedly chewing on a VERY BIG golden trophy. Unlike the many things she destroyed during her performance onstage, this thing is made of metal and fortunately invulnerable to her jaws.]
[Wrath, meanwhile, once again has papers and booklets spread out in front of him, but this time they're not drawings.]
Hello network, it's "your boy" Wrath, and Mad, the "queen of destruction".
[Blatantly paraphrased from a news segment he'd heard about himself and the other contest winners earlier. As usual, it sounds stilted and frankly extremely weird coming out of his mouth, but he seems pleased with it, even if he's not really sure whose boy he's supposed to be.]
It turns out when you win contests, people just give you stuff, which is pretty great.
[He taps the catalogue he's been looking at.]
They said that I could have any Pokemon I wanted, I just had to tell them what and a nice person would "breed" it for me.
So I'm choosing, but it's hard.
[He lifts it up-- now that it's in the light better, it's apparent that it's a specific Pokemon Breeder's catalogue-- it looks like he was given several, with photographs and blurbs about the species and parents offered. There's QUITE A LARGE SELECTION, and Wrath has circled several in red marker.]
I like this one because it's got wings, and it likes to hang upside-down so maybe it could keep Pipsqueak company since the rest of us get dizzy if we try to do that for too long.
[He's pointing at a shiny Noivern photograph, sleek, seafoam and carmine with a neat line of small fuzzy Noibats hanging next to her.]
... But, I also like this one because it's two very good colors, and has knives on its face.
[Pointing to a shiny Haxorus that's as black-and-red as a Hot Topic advert. It does indeed have knives on its face.]
[He lowers the catalogue, shrugging expressively.]
I can't decide. But I don't think they'll give me both so-- HEY!
[Now that he's said it OUT LOUD, Mad has suddenly realized that her trainer is talking about obtaining other dragons-- as though having Slime around wasn't bad ENOUGH! So in a violent lunge, she's leaped from her spot and seized the catalogue in her teeth, shaking wildly to try and wrench it from Wrath's grasp.]
[The video is now shaky footage of a tug-of-war with both participants yelling and lots of shredding-paper noises.]
[Why, it's Wrath!]
[He's in more or less the same spot he was last time he uploaded a video, albeit with some noticeable differences this time. The room's no longer littered with wrappers or general mess, and that hole in the wall has a tarp fixed over it. It's evening, and the sliding door to the backyard is cracked open, letting the whirring of the Kricketots filter in.]
[Footsteps can be heard thumping elsewhere, too-- he's no longer alone in the house.]
[Next to him on the couch is Mad, sans the googly-eyes and angry eyebrows, determinedly chewing on a VERY BIG golden trophy. Unlike the many things she destroyed during her performance onstage, this thing is made of metal and fortunately invulnerable to her jaws.]
[Wrath, meanwhile, once again has papers and booklets spread out in front of him, but this time they're not drawings.]
Hello network, it's "your boy" Wrath, and Mad, the "queen of destruction".
[Blatantly paraphrased from a news segment he'd heard about himself and the other contest winners earlier. As usual, it sounds stilted and frankly extremely weird coming out of his mouth, but he seems pleased with it, even if he's not really sure whose boy he's supposed to be.]
It turns out when you win contests, people just give you stuff, which is pretty great.
[He taps the catalogue he's been looking at.]
They said that I could have any Pokemon I wanted, I just had to tell them what and a nice person would "breed" it for me.
So I'm choosing, but it's hard.
[He lifts it up-- now that it's in the light better, it's apparent that it's a specific Pokemon Breeder's catalogue-- it looks like he was given several, with photographs and blurbs about the species and parents offered. There's QUITE A LARGE SELECTION, and Wrath has circled several in red marker.]
I like this one because it's got wings, and it likes to hang upside-down so maybe it could keep Pipsqueak company since the rest of us get dizzy if we try to do that for too long.
[He's pointing at a shiny Noivern photograph, sleek, seafoam and carmine with a neat line of small fuzzy Noibats hanging next to her.]
... But, I also like this one because it's two very good colors, and has knives on its face.
[Pointing to a shiny Haxorus that's as black-and-red as a Hot Topic advert. It does indeed have knives on its face.]
[He lowers the catalogue, shrugging expressively.]
I can't decide. But I don't think they'll give me both so-- HEY!
[Now that he's said it OUT LOUD, Mad has suddenly realized that her trainer is talking about obtaining other dragons-- as though having Slime around wasn't bad ENOUGH! So in a violent lunge, she's leaped from her spot and seized the catalogue in her teeth, shaking wildly to try and wrench it from Wrath's grasp.]
[The video is now shaky footage of a tug-of-war with both participants yelling and lots of shredding-paper noises.]
no subject
[At least, in this case. Not that Boone is any good at that himself. At hearing his name, Pointy shoves his face in the camera, filling the screen with Drapion, letting out a curious growl at the fellow pokemon and wondering why she's so unhappy.]
no subject
[One of the pages she was yanking on finally rrrrrrrrips and the Deino stumbles back, pausing for a moment before shaking it so viciously that her mop-haired head is almost a blur-- and falls over backwards off the edge of the couch with a THUNK in the process.]
MAD! You're being UNREASONABLE.
no subject
Maybe once she's had her tantrum she'll calm down?
[A little like a child, really.]
no subject
[Which might have something to do with the fact that he totally encourages these tantrums when he's in the mood to also be throwing tantrums, but it's super inconvenient when he's trying to do other things! >:(]
[As though on cue, the little dragon's head pops back up over the edge of the cushion and snaps at Wrath's feet. He yanks them out of the way with a yelp, and she disappears again. Like a whack-a-mole.]
ack sorry i missed this
[Or, well, all the time in some cases. Pointy seems just like an overgrown scorpion child.]
Got any ways to make it up to her? Maybe a poffin or something.
[Sure, Boone. Just encourage the behaviour.]
that's fine man my tagging schedule has been all over the place
[She pops up again and this time he gives her a small whap on the snout with his half of the magazine. She lets out a snarl and disappears.]
Especially the green ones.
[... but how can she tell]