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garbagechild) wrote2024-12-07 03:20 am
garbagechild) wrote2024-12-07 03:20 am
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IC Contact
"... So I just talk? I start talking? .... Now? ... What's the light mean? ... Oh! HI, I'M WRATH, THIS IS MY MAIL VOICE, PLEASE LEAVE A--" BEEP.
[OOC: Want to thread with me but don't have a current post to do it on? Wanna send Wrath a private message? Wanna prank-call him in the middle of the night and then instantly regret it as he dials you back over and over and yells "Hello? HELLO?" into the mic? Pop a thread on here with the IC date and time and let's get playing!]
Call (sorry this ended up super long!)
He owed Team Rocket for giving him his Pokemon. But his faith taught him of the divine nature of the Sun, and beings born from it. Even if it was a moth, the Volcarona was a Blessed creature. To see it in such conditions...every time it looked at him, he felt God's eyes fix upon him. He had never feared God before. Even when Valtiel possessed him he hadn't been afraid of Her judgement, even when he knew She would punish him for the suffering he caused - She would punish him but She would be understanding. But whenever the Volcarona looked at him, in between it's pained thrashing and screaming, he felt cold dread grip his heart.
It had taken a while, to try and figure out what to say to Wrath. Wrath had claimed him as 'his human'...but had stressed the importance of being a part of the team. When they spoke on it quietly after meetings, Wrath didn't seem to really...think too greatly about what Team Rocket did. He simply followed and did as he was told. At least, that's what Walter hoped. Ignorance was one thing. If Wrath knew and simply didn't care, then that was an entirely different problem.
Walter was still the Conjurer. He still believed, unshakably, that God was sleeping, aware of the world. And that if he served Her well, She would love him and protect him. But to stand by as Her emissary, Her representative in this world, was tortured and tormented...it was worse than any murder he had committed. ]
Wrath.
I need to ask you some questions.
(that's okay!)
[Or hears it going off but is too busy playing with something else to bother answering.]
[Today, though, he picks up pretty quick.]
What kinds of questions?
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What is so important, about being in a team?
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[He's not actually sure 'trust' has ever really been part of the equation... after all, backstabbing one another to various degrees for points with the Master had SORT of been an expectation. If you screwed something up, there was no guarantee you'd be covered for. Any time that happened, it was a huge favor and you'd better damn well be grateful.]
Well, you should never trust a majority of people anyway.
Humans are very fickle.
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You're not cared for. And you cannot rely on them. [ Being in a team...was sounding more like being in the Order. ]
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What does loyalty have to do with trust?
[Wrath likes being able to trust people.]
[But the way he learned loyalty was through fear.]
Team Rocket does take care of me and I do rely on them.
[The eyes narrow a little. He doesn't quite have the eloquence to put his finger on it verbally, but he doesn't like the way Walter says "them" when talking about the Team. Is he not a Rocket too?]
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How do you trust someone without loyalty? My Pokemon are loyal to me, so I trust them to do as I ask and to protect me.
Other Rockets are not loyal. I've heard them talk. And one has attempted to steal my Pokemon from me in the base. Why should I trust them to do anything, should I need them?
[ The Order he had been loyal to, from fear and brainwashing. But he knew, he had always known that they wouldn't protect him. It's why he saw no reason to spare them from their own teachings. He had served Team Rocket as commanded since he had arrived, and it was similar. The fear and brainwashing were gone but there was nothing else to otherwise bond him to them, and certain members; Handsome Jack, Felix, Vanitas; had taught him that just being a Rocket didn't promise anything.
In their place, he had learned a different kind of loyalty from his Pokemon. They liked him. They fought for him. And when he was in need, they protected him. He wasn't taken care of by Team Rocket. He didn't rely on them. His Pokemon did that. ]
What do you rely on them for, Wrath?
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[He doesn't like the questions he's being asked.]
[He doesn't like thinking about these sorts of things at all.]
Walter.
You're talking like a traitor.
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Are you going to answer my questions, Wrath?
[ Or was he going to try and punish him. He felt eerily calm. ]
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No.
I don't like your questions.
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It does not matter if you like them or not.
But refusing to answer is also telling.
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I don't have to answer anything.
I got a promotion.
I outrank you!
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And what will you do to me?
[ He's still calm. Eeriely so. Would Wrath try to hurt him? Turn his back on him? He felt something in his chest. His heart was beating but there was something else, something familiar in his mind.
Don't trust them. They'll disappoint. ]
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I'M the one who should ask questions!
So there!
[And then he folds his arms.]
[That settles it!]
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[ And he cut off the call. There was no point continuing it. He'd asked his questions and had gotten...a response. And although the response he had gotten had done nothing to actually answer what he had asked, it opened his eyes in a different way. He saw Wrath in a different, harsher light. ]