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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[garbagechild]

<sub>[By rite of ancient Deino tradition passed down through the ages, a returned snarl means an ACCEPTED CHALLENGE.]

[Mad needs no further invitation.]

[Now honed in on Dervish's location, she charges directly at him-- trampling a small bush and knocking over a lawn chair in the process, but it barely slows her down.]

[She does not wait for him to get out from under the blanket before hurling herself onto him with a chorus of ugly snort-barks.]</sub>

[exeggutorhead]

[Even from under the blanket, Dervish has NO FEAR. He's been training with the big Pokemon and he can fight!]

[That said, he still gets knocked over when Mad collides with him. But he's fighting back before he's even fully over, trying to bite through the fabric.]

[This poor blanket.]

[garbagechild]

<sub>[After a few minutes of this, the blanket literally will not exist.]

[Dervish has the advantage of having Actually Been Trained (because Wrath... well, what Wrath does with his Pokemon doesn't really count as training), but Mad has level and age on her side.]

[Between both sets of teeth, the blanket starts to rrrrrrrrrip.]</sub>

[exeggutorhead]

[He may not be able to see, but Dervish can feel the cold air coming in through the new holes.]

[He promptly tries to shove his entire mouth through one that's too small for that, biting wildly in the hopes of biting down on his FOE.]

[And trying to shove his head through that hole means he needs MOMENTUM. First getting his legs under him, and if he can manage that to start forcefully shuffling at whatever direction Mad is as fast as he can manage.]

[garbagechild]

<sub>[Her enemy is now a blanket with a mouth, so Mad is quick to change strategies-- running sideways in circles around him on her short stumpy legs and continuing to snap at him.]

[The result is a vaguely tasmanian-devilish whirlwind through the yard, stirring up dead leaves and upending anything that isn't actively rooted down.]</sub>

[exeggutorhead]

[At this point, there's no way the furiously squabbling dragons aren't making enough clatter for people in the house to notice.]

[And notice Envy does.]

[In fact, he looks out the window just in time to see Dervish, head nearly through the hole in the blanket, make a leaping tackle towards Mad. Directly into the pool.]

[He's on his feet and scrambling towards the door the moment what he thinks he just saw actually sinks in.]

WRATH!

[garbagechild]

<sub>[Honestly with the way they're going, Dervish doesn't even really NEED to forcefully tackle Mad-- she just kind of runs sideways straight into the pool anyway.]

[There's a PLOSH and then they just. Sink.]

[Deino legs aren't meant for swimming, and neither are blankets.]



[Wrath, meanwhile, was munching on chips and idly shredding paper with his hands near the fireplace. His head pops up when Envy says his name.]

[????]</sub>

What?

[exeggutorhead]

The Deinos are in the damn pool!

[There's not a whole lot that Dervish can do tangled up in a blanket and very suddenly surrounded by very cold liquid that isn't anything like the air they were just out in, besides frantically waggle all of his stumpy legs.]

[Lucky for them, the pool is always occupied.]

[By the time Envy gets out the door, the pool sharks have nudged the little dragons back up to the surface. Dervish is letting out hideous squalls of alarm.]

[garbagechild]

<sub>[It takes a moment for the logistics of that statement to fully load in Wrath's mind.]

[But once it does, he's scrambling to his feet too.]

[Thank Arceus for the pool sharks.]

[Mad doesn't squawk and scream like Dervish-- but she is equally-unhappy about the state of affairs and it's honestly probably only the Sharpedos' rough skin ability that stops her from biting her own saviors.]

[Wrath is not spared when he skids to a halt by the poolside and yanks her out of the water. But he's used to it.]</sub>

Mad!!

[exeggutorhead]

[Envy may not have had to jump in the pool, but untangling a screaming baby dinosaur from a wet blanket means he's getting pretty wet anyway. He gets a few nips for his trouble, but Dervish is mostly concerned with keeping his mouth open to wail about how awful that was to the entire world.]

C'mon, how'd this even get tangled like this--Wrath, get Mad in and some towels, I'll--ow! Dervish!--I'll be in in a minute!

[DRAGONS WEAK TO ICE. Gotta get them dry.]

[garbagechild]

<sub>[Scrambling to keep hold of the soaked and snarling Deino of his own, Wrath does as he's bidden and runs off back inside, bare feet crunching the dead leaves on the ground.]

[By the time Envy returns, he'll find the younger Homunculus tending to a growling pile of towels on the floor.]</sub>

[exeggutorhead]

[By the time Envy gets inside, Dervish's howls have subsided into one long, unending whine. That was so scary what even happened??]

Here, hand me some too.

[FOR BOTH OF THEM. It's freezing out, and Envy's shivering a little from having his entire front slapped with a sopping blanket. Dervish looks like a spasming drowned rat.]

I think they were trying to fucking...I don't know, eat each other, and they ran right into the pool.

[Frustration is how he shows worry.]

[garbagechild]

_{[Wrath holds out a slightly smaller mound of towels than the quivering one on the floor.]}

Mad wouldn't do that.

Not EAT another dragon.

_{[:I kill, though, maybe.]}