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victory_road2016-10-31 04:49 pm
garbagechild) wrote in victory_road2016-10-31 04:49 pm
002. [Action for Goldenrod]
[Team Valor? Team Mystic? Team Instinct? PFFFF. Wrath already HAS a team! TEAM ROCKET 5-EVER!!!]
[Needless to say, there's a lot of outrage and offense going around the Rocket HQ, and while Wrath doesn't really understand the intricacies, he gets the general gist. There's a RIVAL TEAM coming to cause trouble, and he is offended.]
[So while there's a few Rockets who conceded to join one of the three taking on Team Skull, the only colors Wrath is interested in flying are the classic Rocket red and black, and he's not interested in sitting on the sidelines, either. He wants to tell those numbskulls where they can stick it, so he sneaks out through all the chaos and into an alley near the Radio Tower.]
[And hides.]
[And waits.]
[Until two Skull grunts come swaggering past on their way to creep in the little-known back-door.]
[Then he leaps.]
"BRO!!!! BRO WHAT IS THAT!! OH SHIT, IT'S GOT MAD TEETH, DOG!! GET IT OFFA ME!!!!"
"SHIT! I'VE GOT YOU DOG!! HOLD STILL!!"
[Scuffling sounds ensue.]
[One of the grunts is crying.]
"IT WANTS TO EAT MY EYEBALLS!! I'M TOO YOUNG TO DIE, YO!! I HAVEN'T EVEN GONE TO KALOS AND EGGED LUMIOSE TOWER!! BRO!"
[An inhuman shriek escapes... someone (probably Wrath) as the smallest, bitiest Rocket is dislodged from where he had clamped onto the crying Grunt's back. He yowls and thrashes in the grip of the other one, whose eyes grow wide with awe above the bandanna covering most of his face. His voice is soft in wonder, even as he fights to hold onto the whirlwind of sharp teeth and gangly ten-year-old limbs.]
"BRO... IT'S NOT EVEN A POKEMON.... IT'S... THE UGLIEST CHILD I'VE EVER SEEN. BRO... I... I LOVE HIM..."
"OH SHIT... YOU'RE RIGHT! I'M NOT EVEN ANGRY ANYMORE! LOOK AT HIS WACK HAIR!! THIS KID IS METAL AS FUCK."
"BRO.... CAN... CAN WE KEEP HIM?"
"UH, YEAH, DOG!!! GUZMA WILL LOVE HIM!!! LET'S GO SHOW HIM OFF!!"
"BRO, I ALWAYS WANTED TO BE A FATHER... BRO..."
[The other grunt is crying again.]
[Wrath, meanwhile, has apparently realized that his kamikaze attack has gone horribly wrong.]
--wh-- WHAT, PUT ME DOWN! I'M not going with YOU!! I'm a ROCKET!! Let me GO! AAAAAAAA!
"SHHHHH, LITTLE DUDE, IT'S OKAY! BIG SIS WILL MAKE YOU A L'IL SKULL UNIFORM AN' EVERYTHING."
NOOOOOOO!
[Save him.]
[Needless to say, there's a lot of outrage and offense going around the Rocket HQ, and while Wrath doesn't really understand the intricacies, he gets the general gist. There's a RIVAL TEAM coming to cause trouble, and he is offended.]
[So while there's a few Rockets who conceded to join one of the three taking on Team Skull, the only colors Wrath is interested in flying are the classic Rocket red and black, and he's not interested in sitting on the sidelines, either. He wants to tell those numbskulls where they can stick it, so he sneaks out through all the chaos and into an alley near the Radio Tower.]
[And hides.]
[And waits.]
[Until two Skull grunts come swaggering past on their way to creep in the little-known back-door.]
[Then he leaps.]
"BRO!!!! BRO WHAT IS THAT!! OH SHIT, IT'S GOT MAD TEETH, DOG!! GET IT OFFA ME!!!!"
"SHIT! I'VE GOT YOU DOG!! HOLD STILL!!"
[Scuffling sounds ensue.]
[One of the grunts is crying.]
"IT WANTS TO EAT MY EYEBALLS!! I'M TOO YOUNG TO DIE, YO!! I HAVEN'T EVEN GONE TO KALOS AND EGGED LUMIOSE TOWER!! BRO!"
[An inhuman shriek escapes... someone (probably Wrath) as the smallest, bitiest Rocket is dislodged from where he had clamped onto the crying Grunt's back. He yowls and thrashes in the grip of the other one, whose eyes grow wide with awe above the bandanna covering most of his face. His voice is soft in wonder, even as he fights to hold onto the whirlwind of sharp teeth and gangly ten-year-old limbs.]
"BRO... IT'S NOT EVEN A POKEMON.... IT'S... THE UGLIEST CHILD I'VE EVER SEEN. BRO... I... I LOVE HIM..."
"OH SHIT... YOU'RE RIGHT! I'M NOT EVEN ANGRY ANYMORE! LOOK AT HIS WACK HAIR!! THIS KID IS METAL AS FUCK."
"BRO.... CAN... CAN WE KEEP HIM?"
"UH, YEAH, DOG!!! GUZMA WILL LOVE HIM!!! LET'S GO SHOW HIM OFF!!"
"BRO, I ALWAYS WANTED TO BE A FATHER... BRO..."
[The other grunt is crying again.]
[Wrath, meanwhile, has apparently realized that his kamikaze attack has gone horribly wrong.]
--wh-- WHAT, PUT ME DOWN! I'M not going with YOU!! I'm a ROCKET!! Let me GO! AAAAAAAA!
"SHHHHH, LITTLE DUDE, IT'S OKAY! BIG SIS WILL MAKE YOU A L'IL SKULL UNIFORM AN' EVERYTHING."
NOOOOOOO!
[Save him.]
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[Every single aspect of this child is overkill.]
[He sniffs loudly, and folds his little arms, apparently calming down from tantrum mode.]
... anyway, who're you?
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She pulls her sheet around her like a hole-ridden little cape.] Thida. Who're you?
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I was going to teach those stupid humans a lesson.
But I guess you helped.