And The Walls Came Tumbling Down

[these_guys]

Who: ANYONE AND EVERYONE
Where: ANYWHERE AND EVERYWHERE
When: November 28 - 30
Summary: GET IN HERE AND MINGLE
Rating: BUT PLEASE MARK YOUR THREAD CONTENT ACCORDINGLY
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[mother_of_lies]

[This is most certainly A Thing.

What had just happened? Dante's lips are tight and her hands curl into fists, her initial reaction simply anger at this unprecedented interruption of her daily life.

But at least she sees that she isn't alone - though really, of all the choices, him? Is this the other side of the Gate? Surely not! But where else could this be? Alchemy wasn't prone to sending matter from one place to another, if not the other side of the Gate.]

There, there.

[She mutters distractedly at Wrath as she joins him, preemptively. The last thing she needs is a temper tantrum on top of everything else. Is this his fault somehow?]

[garbagechild]

<sub>[SURPRISE FIELD TRIP!!!]

[Wrath whips around at the sound of her voice with a gasp-- and equal parts relief and fear run through him like electric currents at the sight of her.]

[His first impulse is to cling to her like she's the only solid, sensical thing in the world (which is more or less true, at least for the time being, and at least for him), but he catches himself just in time and drops into a bow instead, kneeling there in the snow. A GOOD SERVANT. Like he'd been taught to be.]</sub>

Master!

What's going on, where are we?

[mother_of_lies]

Calm yourself, Wrath.

[She reaches out to absently stroke his hair. His voice makes her teeth ache when he's distressed. But he's behaving himself nicely, even so.]

Get up. I don't know where we are, but we're going to find out.

[It must have been an alchemical accident.]

[garbagechild]

<sub>[A tremor runs through him at the touch-- and he resists the urge to lean into her hand. He's pretty shameless about soaking up attention from Sloth, but with Dante he knows that getting careless could mean accidentally doing something wrong, and doing something wrong won't result in anything good.]

[So he'll just. APPRECIATE THE STROKING ON ITS OWN TERMS, before climbing to his feet and holding out the Pokeball.]</sub>

This just appeared in my hands. What is it?

Do you think it's a toy?

_{[BALLS ARE TOYS, RIGHT?]}

[mother_of_lies]

Let me see it.

[Dante holds out her hand for him to place it in, expecting immediate and unquestioning obedience. She's noticed the cat like animal following her but pays it little mind.]

[garbagechild]

<sub>[Immediate and unquestioning obedience is what she expects and it's what she's gonna GET. Wrath is freaked out enough by this whole situation to begin with-- he doesn't want any punishment on top of that.]

[So he plops the ball down in her waiting hand and then clasps his own behind his back, patiently. He can be a good boy. He really can!]</sub>

[mother_of_lies]

[Dante peers at the red and white ball, frowning thoughtfully. She ignores Wrath - he isn't going anywhere. She shakes it lightly, unable to determine the weight of it. It's not heavy, and yet...]

Hmm.

[She turns it in her hands and presses her thumb against what looks like a button.]

[garbagechild]

<sub>[The result is instantaneous. A blinding flash of light erupts from the ball-- making Wrath gasp and leap backwards slightly-- and then forms into a shape. A very large shape.]

[When the light fades, a third (fourth, if you count Dante's little feline tagalong) figure has joined them. Its skin is leathery and brown and it stands on two muscular legs, with an equally-muscular tail sweeping through the snow behind it. Long ivory fangs curl down from its mouth and a pair of dark, intelligent red eyes glimmer out from underneath massive, bony brows.]

[She rumbles.]

[It's cold. Not good for the baby.]

[Snorting out a pluff of steam, she leans forward to sniff at Dante.]

[Are you her trainer?]</sub>