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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[goldeneyeball]

Doh! Doh! Doh! Doh!

_{[In a cloud of dust, a rather cantankerous trainer riding his trusty Dodrio makes his way down the path. He spots the mobile tangle of hair up ahead and grins to himself. Aw, yes! Some shitty kid trainer. He probably had a bunch of Caterpie or Zigzagoon or some shit. If their eyes met, that would mean a battle and that meant COLD HARD CASH!]}

[garbagechild]

<sub>[JW look how this child is dressed. Does he LOOK like he has any money? Shame on you.]

[Eye contact, of course, happens almost immediately, because there is no flippin' way that Wrath can ignore A DUDE SITTING ON A GIANT THREE-HEADED BIRD galloping down the path in his direction.]

[He stares.]

[That is the weirdest chimera he has ever seen.]</sub>

[goldeneyeball]

_{[With a screech of talons, the dust cloud disappears. JW rides high on his abominostrich and grins an awful grin down at the boy.]}

Howdy there, kiddo! You ready for a battle?

_{[He doesn't look like he has much money on him, but the rules were the rules! He unclips a ball from his belt and holds it up between two fingers. The ball is scarred and the paint is chipped.]}

Single or doubles?

[garbagechild]

_{[The kid stares up at him like he just suggested they put on comical hats and do a rain dance.]}

A-- a battle?

<sub>[He'd been in more than a few fights. But they'd never been started in such a ... matter-of-fact manner.]

[WRATH IS BAFFLED.]

[He looks at the Pokeball JW is holding, and then down at the one in his hands. It's newer and shinier, but definitely the same sort of thing. It's too bad he has no idea what it is. <8I]</sub>

[goldeneyeball]

_{[JW's grin shrinks as the kid babbles at him.]}

A battle. What, did you steal that one or something?

_{[He dismounts and pats the bird's left head as one might pat a horse before strolling up to Wrath.]}

[garbagechild]

--what?! No! I didn't steal! I didn't steal anything!

<sub>[Not that he's... OPPOSED to stealing, but he's not gonna take the blame for it if he didn't even DO it! He's innocent, officer!]

[Also, GOOD LORD is this chimera-commanding guy tall. Wrath finds himself actually backing up until he remembers... HEY. It's a human! He's stronger than humans.]

[So he straightens up, puffing out his chest and glaring up (and up, and UP) at the Pokemon trainer.]</sub>

I'll battle you. And I'll WIN.

[goldeneyeball]

_{[Sounds like a single battle to him! He backs up, boots up his 'gear to monitor damagae, and throws out his first 'mon.]}

Tylenol, get out here!

_{[In a flash, a blue platypus-like beast appears and gurgles at Wrath menacingly.]}

[garbagechild]

<sub>[Wrath actually JUMPS.]

[That man just transmuted a chimera out of nowhere!]

[Even that spooky scientist guy with all those weird living dolls hadn't been able to make them that fast. Holy wow.]

[For a second, he boggles at the Golduck... then drops the Pokeball and goes into a fighting stance, hands up. >8( HE CAN FIGHT A CHIMERA. No problem!]</sub>

[goldeneyeball]

<sub>[Tylenol and JW both link at this and exchange glasses.]

[What was this kid's deal? Was he STUPID?]</sub>

The ball, you mutant Tangela! If you aren't going to do it right, I'm outta here.

[garbagechild]

<sub>[He has no idea what's going on, but he's at least socially aware enough to realize that he's pissing this guy off for some reason. ... And 'Mutant Tangela' sounds insulting.]

[So he frowns DEEPLY.]

[He can do it right! ... Whatever it is.]

[Scowling, he lowers his fists, then reaches down to pick up the ball. He's loathe to ask what he's supposed to do with it-- he already knows he hates this guy. But for lack of anything else to try, he angles his arm back and hucks it at the Golduck as hard as he can. Which, given his superhuman strength, is pretty damn hard.]</sub>

[goldeneyeball]

_{[JW's eyes widen and he opens his eyes to shout that you can't capture someone else's pokemon you little shit, but he never gets it out. The ball beans poor Tylenol right in his forehead gem and sends him tumbling backwards. He lands, face-up, at JW's feet.]}

TY!

_{[He crouches down and lifts the blue platypus up by its forearms. the poor critter has gone swirl-eyed. His head hasn't hurt like this since he was a Psyduck.]}

What the hell is WRONG with you?

[garbagechild]

<sub>[POOR TY. He never asked for this.]

[Wrath draws himself up, affronted. He'd already pretty much assumed that the guy was gonna be pissed off at him (nobody likes to lose, after all) but being asked what was wrong with him just seems unnecessary. >8( Excuse YOU, mister!]</sub>

What's wrong with me?!

I just did what you told me to, you stupid human!

[goldeneyeball]

_{[He ignores Wrath in favor of making sure the gem on Ty's head isn't CRACKED. Arceus, what was wrong with kids today?]}

You've never had a pokemon battle in your life, have you? Take that ball back to wherever you got it and turn yourself into the police!

_{[If the kid didn't know how to battle, he probably wouldn't fork over winnings either.]}

[garbagechild]

I'm not turning myself into ANYBODY, and I'm not a pokey-man, YOU'RE a pokey-man!

_{[... Yeah, Wrath just kind of assumed that was an insult. Never mind that JW hadn't called him one. He's too mad right now to acknowledge sentence structure.]}

You and your dumb chimera wouldn't stand a chance against me in a real fight!

[goldeneyeball]

_{[Wrath is awarded with a slow, slow, unamused blink. He recalls his Golduck and reattaches the ball to his belt. His Dodrio watches Wrath warily with two of its heads. Their trainer has never turned down a match like this before! What's happening?]}

I'm shakin' over here.

[garbagechild]

<sub>[Oh, now you've done it.]

[The boy's expression goes flat.]

[He doesn't retrieve the Pokeball, which had ricocheted off of Tylenol's head and landed off somewhere in the snow. Instead he slowly bends down... and drags the earth up through the snow to coat his hand like a gauntlet. A gauntlet with big bladed fingers.]

[>8( ARE YOU SHAKING NOW, UGLY MAN?]</sub>

[goldeneyeball]

<sub>[JW's scowl slowly melts off of his face as his brain processes what's happening in front of him. What the hell?]

[What the HELL?]

[JW gropes blindly behind him for his Dodrio's reins and trips as he starts scrambling up on the flying-type's back.]

[THAT'S NOT A HUMAN, THAT'S SOME KIND OF HORRIBLE DITTO ZOROARK NIGHTMARE BABY. THAT SPOKE!]</sub>

[garbagechild]

<sub>[HE IS THE GHOST OF CHILDREN-WHOSE-POKEMON-YOU-WIPED-OUT-FOR-THEIR-LUNCH-MONEY PAST. REPENT.]

[Like with a seasoned predator, JW's panicked scramble to escape just sets Wrath into CHASE MODE.]</sub>

RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!

_{[With a wild war scream, the Ditto Zoroark Nightmare Baby sprints forward with his DIRT CLAWS held aloft.]}

[goldeneyeball]

<sub>[WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK]

[JW makes a sound not unlike a Victreebel and throws himself over Dingdong's back. He wraps his arms and legs around the bird before delivering a blind kick to its side. Two of its heads cry out and the unholy tangle of limbs and heads starts running down the snowy road full tilt.]

[A couple of coins bounce free from the pouch on JW's belt.]</sub>

[1/2]

[garbagechild]

_{[Wrath is fast, but fortunately for JW, a Dodrio is faster. The roadrunner's insane sprint puts a great deal of distance between them within seconds and Wrath actually comes to a stop, scowling disgustedly at the rapidly-shrinking speck that is his first would-be Pokemon challenger.]}

... Yeah, you'd BETTER run!

_{[>8( HMPH.]}

[2/2]

[garbagechild]

<sub>[.... !]

[AND THEN THE SHINIES CATCH HIS EYE and he pounces on them like a cat, cupping them in his hands.]</sub>

[TRAINER JW HAS FLED! WRATH RECEIVED P45!]

[toothaches]

<sub>[AND SO IT CAME TO PASS that Wrath found himself at the edge of a town where there was ANOTHER human who was not nearly as blue as his icons would lead one to believe because there is no such thing as vampires in poke'land.]

[He's seated on a bench tapping away at a noisy little game on his poke'gear while his chunky Jolteon which is wearing an ADORABLE little leather vest snoozes next to him. Maurice doesn't even think to look up when he hears a traveler crunching toward them.]</sub>

[garbagechild]

<sub>[He'd been walking for AWHILE, but fortunately, he had the benefit of not really ever getting tired. Not unless he'd been doing something crazy strenuous. This had been a stroll in the park.]

[If Maurice DOES look up, he will bear witness to the admittedly rather-odd sight of a SMALL WILD-MANED CHILD in a shiny black crop top and SHORTS strolling along through the snow with a Pokeball in one hand and a fistfull of coins in the other.]</sub>

[toothaches]

<sub>[He's not the first to look up. Hearing footsteps, the Jolteon's ears twitch and he lifts his head to yawn before blinking at the boy and delivering a little yip. Maurice glances up, wondering if Poprox was greeting a friend.]

[Instead he saw a walking fashion disaster. He lowers his 'gear and ignores the losing sound it makes when he takes his stylus away from the game. This kid looks kinda not okay.]</sub>

Hey! Hey, you okay? It's freezin' out here!

[garbagechild]

<sub>[Oh, Maurice.]

[This kid is all kinds of not okay.]

[Still, Wrath looks over his shoulder kind of blankly at the shaggy-haired fat guy sitting on the stoop. :I Of course he's okay. Why wouldn't he be okay.]

[... Oh yeah, humans don't like cold. He doesn't really either, but it's still. Like. Not THAT cold.]</sub>

Huh?