007. [Video]

[garbagechild]

<sub>[It's not uncommon for Wrath to be sharing screentime with his Pokemon, but in this case, he looks distinctly irritated about it.]

[Behind him is a Lopunny that's a good foot or so taller than him, clad in a dress that is... DAMN FANCY-LOOKING, ACTUALLY. There's like... frills and ribbons and junk.]

[Wrath glares directly into the camera, appealing to the hypothetical audience to side with him.]</sub>

She wasn't gonna be happy until Mama and I bought her a DRESS.

And she's still not happy!

Why does she like clothes so much?

Pokemon don't even need to wear clothes like people and things that look like people do.

I wish I was a Pokemon, because then I wouldn't need to wear clothes.



<sub>[The Lopunny-- a recent acquisition from the raid he'd performed with Ralph of a wealthy socialite's all-night dinner party, aka Wrath's first Real Mission (tm)-- lets out a huff and taps her long, curved claws impatiently on her arm. She clearly is about as pleased to be paired with Wrath as he is with her.]

[He responds with a huff of his own.]</sub>

Hmph.

Anyway, she's brown.

So her name is Dirty.

_{[The rabbit Pokemon's head whips around, outraged, but Wrath yells right over her angry growl.]}

I DON'T CARE, DIRTY!

Comments

[islandshore]

[That's... odd. So odd that Riku squints, placing a finger over his chin while his brows knit.]

Did something happen? Bad experience?

[Or maybe he's like dogs and just doesn't like getting clean.]

[garbagechild]

The people who gave me one turned out to be enemies.

_{[Another flat statement, although this time he actually does look a little bit upset about it.]}

[islandshore]

...I see. Did they force you into it?

[He's hesitating. This clearly is dipping into personal territory. What if he doesn't want to talk about it?]

[garbagechild]

<sub>[YEP. Fortunately, Wrath... hasn't really developed the same level of secrecy regarding personal traumas that older, more-human people might have.]

[He answers the question matter-of-factly.]</sub>

No, but one of them attacked me right after and chased me all through the town.

He was gonna rip off my limbs.

[islandshore]

What?

[See that? That would be Riku gaping; he even fumbled the 'gear a little.]

Okay, what kind of sick freak would even... Just... Why?

[garbagechild]

<sub>[SORRY RIKU. WRATH'S BACKSTORY IS KIND OF A HORROR SHOW.]

[Completely oblivious to Riku's... perfectly understandable reaction, Wrath shrugs.]</sub>

Well, they were his limbs once. But he gave them up, fair and square. It's not my fault he made that deal. And no one else was gonna be using them...

[islandshore]

[He pinches the bridge of his nose, trying to absorb all this new info.]

So, wait. Your limbs came from someone else? Just... how? Mad science? Magic? This is getting weirder by the second.

[garbagechild]

... Mmmm...

_{[He thinks about it.]}

Both.

_{[Alchemy is pretty much FANCY SCIENCE MAGIC, after all.]}

[islandshore]

Huh. And is that a common occurrence where you're from? Do people just end up with hand-me down body parts?

[It's so surreal. Kinda funny that this would throw him when he's spent so much time in this world.]

[garbagechild]

No.

I'm the only one I've ever met.

Unless you mean automail.

I guess those can be handed down.

[islandshore]

Automail... What is that, some kind of armor?

[His mind jumped to chain mail. They sound... sorta similar? Except the auto part makes him think of cars.]

[garbagechild]

Um, no.

It's like... um...

You know a Steelix? Carl has a Steelix.

It's like a Steelix, except if the Steelix was your arm.