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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.]
[Video]
[She looks at the pictures he showed off.]
Oh, that second one kinda looks like Cheeks.
[Video]
Thank-- you--!
[Aside from the obvious, he seems... calm. Maybe time's soothed some aches or maybe winning the contest just sanded down his edges a little bit.]
Does Cheeks have knives on his face too?
[Video]
[She laughs, hooking her fingers into her mouth and pulling on her cheeks, making a face as she demonstrates Cheek's appearance.]
He only started looking like that one though around last month. He looked like this for ages.
[Diana shows off a picture of a rather pouty Fraxure who honestly looks like he's about to attack the camera.]
[Video]
Oh-- very sharp!
[You could toast SO many marshmallows over a fire with those things.]
[It just makes him want one even more.]
[Video]
But seems like something that's right up your alley.
[Video]
[Or they'll turn into a destructive feedback loop and effectively demolish every room they're in together, one or the other.]
[Video]
Just don't let it eat you.