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!]

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oof sorry for the lateness

[garbagechild]

<sub>[The boy puffs as Walter speaks. He looks livid, but he doesn't interrupt. Walter has a calm and decisive way of talking that makes it difficult to.]

[The things Walter describes are not alien to him-- no, those words make perfect sense to Wrath, he already knew that they both came from cruel masters. The part he doesn't understand is why Walter would choose to dislike their new team when it was comparatively so much better! HOW????]

[When he does speak, it's short and angry, breathless. He pauses sometimes, struggling with the words.]</sub>

Because if you're not loyal, they're even meaner. Why would you want that?

Here they don't put us in small cells or hurt us. They don't even ask us to kill humans!

They take care of me and tell me I'm good when I do my missions. It's not like the team I was in before-- we were always hurting.

But to them I'm good. They say so. They say, 'Good job, Private Wrath!' sometimes. That's not like my old team either-- even if we did as we were told, we were still bad and not real. I was always scared. So I don't give them a reason to do that! It's not hard! I just do my job!

THAT'S why I'm loyal.

Because maybe I was good all along and my old master was wrong and Team Rocket is right.

Why would I give that up?

That would be stupid!

Disloyalty is stupid!

I lost this reply twice fffffffff

[11121_assumption]

[ Walter paid clear attention to Wrath, still remaining calm. When he spoke, his voice was soft, and he was clearly taking time to think his words carefully. ]

Wrath, I can't speak for how you were before I met you. I do not mean that you were bad, or not real - but because I was the same. I killed other people. For most, I felt nothing. For others... [ He shook his head slowly. This wasn't the time. He continued, a little slower as this was still difficult for him to say. ] But...I think you are good. You care for your Pokemon, and treat them well. And...you have been good company with me. I'm not...good, at this. At expressing this. But I told you before that your memories are yours. I think you are real. ...You matter. If you didn't matter to me, I wouldn't talk to you about this.

Team Rocket are like our old masters. Not to us. To the Pokemon we steal for them. They hurt them greatly, Wrath. They put them in little cells for months. It does not matter, if a Pokemon is obedient or loyal. When they cannot use it anymore, when it is too broken to give them anything, they maim it so they can sell it's body parts and abandon what is left.

I'm tired of it. Of being told to hurt things, because I 'have to', or because I might be punished. And there is another way.