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victory_road2024-07-11 05:22 pm
garbagechild) wrote in victory_road2024-07-11 05:22 pm
[Anon Text / Action for Cherrygrove, backdated to July 6th]
[TEXT, roughly an hour after the Server Disaster happens]
MY SON
WHERE IS MY SON
I CANT FIND MY SON
[Elaboration? Nah.]
[He can't find his son.]
[It's as simple as that.]
WHO TOOK MY SON
I WILL FIND U
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[ACTION for Cherrygrove City]
[Well, this morning sure could have gone better for everybody.]
[For exposition's sake, Wrath and his new team-mate had successfully (albeit very tiredly) wandered into Cherrygrove a couple nights back-- overheated and miserable, but alive (thanks to the efforts of all those who tried to educate Wrath on the benefits of staying hydrated).]
[They had then spent some time cycling between 'curled up on the PokeCenter sofa' and 'putting the drinking fountain through its paces'.]
[An important footnote about their journey: at some point, Wrath had finally looked at his PokeDex, and more specifically the entry for 'Cubone'. Even more specifically, the bit about being tragically orphaned. And thus, Wrath's Cubone gained his name and title: Son. Because what choice did Wrath have but to be the dad who stepped up? None, that's what.]
[This brief interlude of peace, hydration, and air conditioning ground to an abrupt halt when Wrath woke on the morning of the 6th to a distinct absence of Son, and the distinct presence of SOMETHING ELSE.]
[In the frenzy of not one, but MANY trainers in the lobby panicking and shouting over the discovery of mismatched Pokemon in their roster, the Nurse Joy on duty had to make some choices for the sake of safety. One of those choices, unfortunately for Wrath, had to be "the screaming, snarling child flinging chairs around and accusing random bystanders of taking 'his son'" needed to leave.]
[AND SO: Wrath the ex-Homunculus and Boo the very frightened Froslass were cast out into the merciless wastes of... quaint beach town, Cherrygrove City.]
--HAVE TO FIND HIM! I HAVE TO FIND HIM!
PUT THAT DOWN! THAT'S MINE, NOT YOURS!!
[Wide-eyed, panting, nearly frothing at the mouth, Wrath snaps this at the Froslass, who had snatched up his rucksack. He swipes for it, but it's too late. It's already a block of ice.]
[The timid ghost-type skitters out of reach, and Wrath makes to pursue her, but-- oh come on!! His automail leg won't move from its spot, partially sunk into the sandy path. Which has now also become a block of ice. He yanks on it, once, twice, then lets out a garbled screech as his bare, normal-flesh-foot slides out from under him as the ground under that turns into a patch of slick ice, too.]
AAARGH!
[No matter how much he thrashes, flails his fists, or shouts, there is nothing he can do but yank ineffectively on his automail leg and watch Boo freeze herself a little igloo to hide inside. Along with all his worldly possessions.]
MY SON
WHERE IS MY SON
I CANT FIND MY SON
[Elaboration? Nah.]
[He can't find his son.]
[It's as simple as that.]
WHO TOOK MY SON
I WILL FIND U
[ACTION for Cherrygrove City]
[Well, this morning sure could have gone better for everybody.]
[For exposition's sake, Wrath and his new team-mate had successfully (albeit very tiredly) wandered into Cherrygrove a couple nights back-- overheated and miserable, but alive (thanks to the efforts of all those who tried to educate Wrath on the benefits of staying hydrated).]
[They had then spent some time cycling between 'curled up on the PokeCenter sofa' and 'putting the drinking fountain through its paces'.]
[An important footnote about their journey: at some point, Wrath had finally looked at his PokeDex, and more specifically the entry for 'Cubone'. Even more specifically, the bit about being tragically orphaned. And thus, Wrath's Cubone gained his name and title: Son. Because what choice did Wrath have but to be the dad who stepped up? None, that's what.]
[This brief interlude of peace, hydration, and air conditioning ground to an abrupt halt when Wrath woke on the morning of the 6th to a distinct absence of Son, and the distinct presence of SOMETHING ELSE.]
[In the frenzy of not one, but MANY trainers in the lobby panicking and shouting over the discovery of mismatched Pokemon in their roster, the Nurse Joy on duty had to make some choices for the sake of safety. One of those choices, unfortunately for Wrath, had to be "the screaming, snarling child flinging chairs around and accusing random bystanders of taking 'his son'" needed to leave.]
[AND SO: Wrath the ex-Homunculus and Boo the very frightened Froslass were cast out into the merciless wastes of... quaint beach town, Cherrygrove City.]
--HAVE TO FIND HIM! I HAVE TO FIND HIM!
PUT THAT DOWN! THAT'S MINE, NOT YOURS!!
[Wide-eyed, panting, nearly frothing at the mouth, Wrath snaps this at the Froslass, who had snatched up his rucksack. He swipes for it, but it's too late. It's already a block of ice.]
[The timid ghost-type skitters out of reach, and Wrath makes to pursue her, but-- oh come on!! His automail leg won't move from its spot, partially sunk into the sandy path. Which has now also become a block of ice. He yanks on it, once, twice, then lets out a garbled screech as his bare, normal-flesh-foot slides out from under him as the ground under that turns into a patch of slick ice, too.]
AAARGH!
[No matter how much he thrashes, flails his fists, or shouts, there is nothing he can do but yank ineffectively on his automail leg and watch Boo freeze herself a little igloo to hide inside. Along with all his worldly possessions.]
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[But it is. It's his name. He's never known anything else.]
[Brain slowly rebooting, Wrath licks the ham experimentally. ... Hm. Well, it's certainly a food of some kind. He's not that hungry, but... when life drops food on you, you at least try it.]
What's Plan B?
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[ He waves for Wrath to follow him to a bench where he plunks down and continues to eat the lunch meat straight out of the package. ]
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[With literally no other ideas coming to mind, what choice does Wrath have but to take his chances with... whatever this guy suggests?]
[He shoves the slice of ham into his mouth and sits down.]
Whattha 'Fath Book'?