victory_road | 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.]}

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He hadn't intended to go near the tower until it was cleared. But as the battle progressed more Pokemon were being forced to flee in the direction of the Rocket's HQ, so Walter intended to clear the area. Darkness flew overhead and suddenly began to squawk urgently, circling down to Walter.
"Attack! Attack!" Walter hurried, following Darkness as he led him to an alleyway where- oh. Where Wrath is struggling with two Skull Grunts.

Walter quietly debates intervening. On the one hand it doesn't seem like they're going to hurt Wrath. They seemed quite amused with him. On the other hand, he doesn't know their intention with Wrath, whether it be physically hurting him or locking him away. And he's...accustomed to Wrath's company now. Noisy, unpredictable as he might be, Wrath has never been a problem or hurt him, through words or actions.

"Darkness, Wing Attack." He ordered his perched Murkrow, who gave a loud cry before taking off, wing glowing as he struck the Grunt holding Wrath.

Jack had watched the entire thing.

He had noticed the boy skulking in the shadows from a nearby eave and his chest swelled with pride when Wrath launched his attack. What a fantastic little monster he was! That technique! That form! The hollers of the Skull Grunts were like music to his ears.

However his smile faded when Wrath's war cries changed to cries of actual distress. Wrath was a little whirlwind of teeth but it seemed like he just wasn't up to taking out two foes at once. With catlike grace he hopped down from the awnings and took off down the alley at a stilt-legged run toward the offenders. His winter coat flapped behind him like tattered raven wings and the red R of his own uniform peeked out just above one of the buttons.

"Your fashion sense is something I can get behind, but your common sense needs work. Unhand that boy immediately!"

[Maika was getting weak. Thida could tell just by looking at her that the Inkay needed healing badly, or else neither of them would be able to help the Valor attack. As much as she's loathe to leave the Radio Tower, Thida decides that sneaking out a bathroom window on the lower level would get her out quick enough to find a Pokemon Center.

While she doesn't hear Wrath's racket, however, she does spot him and the Grunts who've accosted him in the alley just as she's got a foot propped up on the windowsill, and a spike of anger rushes through her body. How many of these bozos were there?!

It's not long before there's a definite patter of running footsteps coming Wrath's way, and what's probably the most least threatening ghost in the world wielding a soaking wet mop appears, getting up close and personal to thwap the Grunts in the face with the dripping, yarny strands. You might get a little collateral damage, Wrath, but it's only water, and the splatter range is damn accurate.]

Let 'um go!!

[Penny might be on her way to take out the lead numbskull with the rest of Team Valor, but helping small children in distress is part of what she was literally made for. Even if their choice of costume is in kind of poor taste, in her opinion.]

Hey, stop that!

[So the alley is now occupied at both ends. At the far end, a Crobat drops from the sky to rather erratically hover in place. More or less. At the nearer end, pointing threateningly at the grunts? A girl in a green-accented costume, flanked by a hulk of an Aggron.]

Kids are supposed to get candy today, not get kidnapped you- you EVIL JERKS!

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Feral child meets half-feral squid, the results will shock you!

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