IC Contact

[garbagechild]

"... 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!]

Comments

[garbagechild]

<sub>[Oh, no. Ralph. Oh no.]

[Wrath's eyes narrow, and he pushes the plate of cupcakes away from himself.]</sub>

Envy's not a good guy.

And I like it here.

<sub>[Envy, Lust, and the rest had, at long last, more or less convinced Wrath that their treatment under Master's stern hand was wrong and undeserved, but Wrath has no such beliefs about Team Rocket. He gets a bed, free food, and they hadn't even punished him for getting himself kidnapped and held captive for two whole months! Paycuts and getting yelled at or occasionally sprayed with a hose are so pale in comparison to what he's used to that they don't even faze him.]

[As far as Wrath is concerned, the place is basically a discipline-free playground.]</sub>

[rocketralph]

<sub>[Ralph withdraws his hands as though he's been bitten and sucks his lips inwards.]

[Oh.]

[Oh whups. Maybe that...wasn't the best example. His mind races and he hunches down, trying his best to whisper and not cause a scene.]</sub>

But Wrath! Think about it! What we do here--this is wrong.

[garbagechild]

_{[Wrath chuffs in exasperation. GOD, Ralph! You're so dramatic!]}

It's not like we kill people.

_{[To a former assassin, that's a pretty big downgrade on the 'bad' scale!]}

[rocketralph]

_{[Ralph stumbles over his words.]}

W-well! No! But! That doesn't mean we're not hurting people.

[garbagechild]

You shouldn't question the team.

That's being disloyal.

_{[His tone makes it clear that he is giving Ralph a STERN WARNING. Surprisingly stern for someone who is usually just kind of making sounds and running around.]}

[rocketralph]

_{[Ralph leans back, his huge hands now resting on the table. Oooooh boy this did not go how he planned. He had to look for an out and fast.]}

Ah...er...right. Right. Forget I ever brought it up.

[garbagechild]

<sub>[Wrath grunts by way of reply. He doesn't forget anything >:(]

[At the edge of the table, Truck had been sniffing curiously at the plate of cupcakes, and now he licks at the edge of the plate with a whine.]

[Wrath yanks the plate away.]</sub>

Truck, no. We don't eat traitor food.