route_1065 | [OPEN] You don't know what you got till it's gone.

[OPEN] You don't know what you got till it's gone.

Who: Ralph and anyone else!
Where: Rocket base gym and training area.
When: June 7th, morning
Summary: Ralph is furious at his fourth wall memories and no longer hhaving his wrecking ability. The only thing he can do is try to get stronger the old fashioned way. [prose and brackets welcome!]
Rating: G
Log:

BAM!

BAM!

BAM!

Loud, deep thuds echoed throughout the far end of the Rocket base. Like the pounding of some rhythmic machine, the sounds were slow and deep. Everyone in the gym area had a front row seat to the source of the sound, and if they were smart, stayed away from it.

A mountain of a man in uniform was slamming fist after fist into a freshly painted concrete wall. His hands were wrapped in boxing tape and the red glow on his face suggested he'd been a this for quite a while. He didn't say anything to anybody when he came in. He didn't look at any of the other Rockets. He just kept throwing punches at the bricks. The weight stand next to the wall had toppled over and sent its contents rolling across the floor.

Ralph's sandshrew, Bossy, sat nearby with a juice box in her claws and quietly pretended not to be concerned.

He had to get stronger. He was Wreck-It Ralph. He was supposed to wreck stuff. The fleeting dreams from the strange weekend had dangled what he'd left behind over his head. Sure his job hadn't been fantastic, but he'd still been himself. How did the other people here not go crazy? How did they deal with missing the parts that made them who they were?

Anybody passing by would hear the ape-like man muttering to himself between the blows. "I'm. Gonna. Wreck it."

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[It isn't that she's not smart, she's just gotten used to it. That, and sticking by Ralph was way safer with all these weird buggy things chasing her around whenever she went outside for more than a couple of minutes at a time.

Still, he seemed pretty focused, which is why instead of interrupting, Vanellope sits herself down beside Bossy and silently offers her a gumdrop from her bowl of candies.]

_{[This goes on and on and on. He's been a grouchypants since he crawled.]

[Bossy, on the other hand, looks up form slurping on her juice box and flicks her ears. Ever since The Kid showed up, she's been claiming her spot on the big guy's shoulders.]

[Not cool.]

[The grouchy yellow armadillos wrinkles her nose and snaps at the girl's fingers.]}

[Uh, rude. She's pretty sure that wasn't an attempt to eat the gumdrop, which is why her hand gets pulled away and she pops the candy into her own mouth instead. Look, it's not her fault. She just had dibs.

Oh well, time to get away from Miss Bitey and saunter on over to Ralph.]

If y'keep doing that, your knuckles are gunna pop out. It'll be gross.

_{[Bossy chitters at Vanellope as she walks away.]

[Ralph, meanwhile, seems to be wearing down. He doesn't answer right away, but after a few more blows, he lets his arms hang at his sides and rests his forehead against the wall. The kid had a point. Bloody knuckles wasn't going to get him anywhere.]}

What am I gonna do, Vanellope?

[She offers the candy bowl out to him instead--he won't bite her hand off, she's pretty sure. Head, maybe, but not hand.]

Alright, big guy, talk me through it. What's this about?

_{[Ralph huffs and chuffs and pulls away from the wall long enough to look down at what she's offering him.]

[. . .]

[Aww...]

[Ralph sighs and sits down there on the gym floor with his elbows on his knees. Almost daintily he reaches out to select one of the candies from her bowl.]}

I had a dream. I dreamed I could do everything the same as back in my game.

Huh...

[She picks out another candy for herself, chewing thoughtfully at it while her brain kicks into 'gear. It was like a memory just out of reach--except it did seem familiar. No harm in asking.]

Did we wreck some buildings together in your dream? Goldenrod City buildings, I mean.

_{[Ralph squeezes his eyes shut and scrunches up his whole face in thought. That did kind of sound familiar. The edges of the dream were fading now, but he remembered how it felt to be his old self again. It had been so real. Had Vanellope been there? Yes. Yes, she'd been laughing.]}

Probably...I'd tear this place apart in a heartbeat if I could.

_{[He squashes the candy between his taped-up fingers.]}

Yeah. You punched through the walls. Then we...we did the record store. Right? That's how it happened in my dream.

[And it had been fun, she definitely remembered that. It had been the only fun part of the dream, really. But if Ralph had also been happy in the dream (which she was sure he had been) then his bad mood was confusing.

...Or maybe not.]

You miss being able to break everything? That's why you're in here?

Yeah...yeah I do.

_{[Wait. He trades in his pouty face for a surprised one and wipes the crushed candy off on his uniform.]}

You're tellin' me you had the same dream? Then it couldn't have been a dream, could it?

"You're gonna wreck what?"

The young man who just entered doesn't seem to be here to train, judging by his clothes. He's wearing skinny jeans and a t-shirt with an open button-up shirt over that. There's a Haunter floating slightly behind him, studying Ralph and Bossy. The Haunter certainly doesn't seem to be a threat, judging by the fact that it's studying them upside-down in the air.

"You certainly seem strong, sir!" Ryuunosuke chirps, smiling. "I'm sure you could wreck anything if you set your mind to it!"

After a few more punches, Ralph paused, resting his knuckles flat on the wall and panting. He hadn't meant to be overheard and glanced over at his fellow Rocket. He didn't recognize him.

"Don't worry about it." Ralph straightened up and inspected his fists. No cuts. That was good. "That's what I'm workin' on, buddy."

"I don't think I've seen you around here before? Are you new? Oh, or maybe you showed up while I wasn't here...? Ah, anyway, my name's Uryuu! Pleased to meet you, sir!"

Well someone certainly seems cheery...

Uryuu wasn't doing a single thing wrong, but the boy's cheer really grated on Ralph's nerves. He was trying to be angry over here! The wrecker slowly turned to face him and after thinking about it, Ralph extended a huge hand. If Uryuu shook it, he'd find his hand in a vice grip.

"Wreck-It Ralph."

Oh goodness, that's certainly a strong grip! Ryuunosuke winces a little, but that doesn't stop the wide grin on his face. "Uryuu Ryuunosuke, sir! It's nice to meet you!" What an odd name though!

Nice to meet him, huh? Ralph sniffed once, took his hand back, and started attacking the wall again.

"Am I in your way?"

CAUSE HE WADN' MOVIN'.

"No, you're not, it's okay! I was just coming down here to train my Pokémon, but I can leave if you'd like!"

He totally understands wanting to be left alone while training; it's something he usually prefers as well, though admittedly he never trains quite like this.

Ralph looked around. He was in a bad mood, but he wasn't about to take up the whole training area with his tantrum. "It's a pretty big gym. Just watch out, alright?"

Ryuunosuke snaps a salute. It's obviously not anything military. "Yes, sir! I won't get in your way!"

With that said, he releases his Pokémon from their Pokéballs and proceeds to the further corners of the training area to let them beat the crud out of each other.

[There's no stop to the excitement in the Rocket base.

At first Rude just assumes that Ralph's just doing what he said he was good at: wrecking stuff. But it soon becomes clear that with each blow stuff was not being wrecked, and that Ralph was muttering to himself, that this wasn't part of his normal schedule for demolition.

So eventually Rude does walk over.]

Ralph.

What are you doing?

_{[Ralph doesn't notice Rude right away and keeps pounding away at the freshly painted bricks. Once he realizes he's been asked a question, he plants his hands flat against the all and glances down. Oh hey it was his buddy...he had a dream about Rude. Weird.]}

Oh, hey, Sunglasses...'m just trainin'.

_{[Unlike Bossy who was sitting a few feet away on her butt and watching his temper tantrum.]}

[Rude just waits until Ralph breaks his momentum to speak with him. Rude's been having weird dreams, dreams that blur the line between truth and reality. The events seemed like a distant memory, grainy, unclear images, but yet they still coincided with the truth.

He can't explain how he got to Goldenrod with Reno. But he's not going to look a gifthorse in the mouth.]

...you ok?

_{[Ralph huffs through the gap in his teeth and picks at a fleck of paint on the wall.]}

Not great, pal. Nooot great. I slept like garbage.

...hmm.

[Seems like everyone slept like crap the last few days, if the irate glares and snappy replies are any indication.

Ralph seemed to be letting out more steam than warranted over a bad night's sleep though. The wall wasn't going anywhere either, but his knuckles might suffer some damage if the big guy kept going at it the same way he pounded dough at the pizza place.]

...try the punching bag.

Might feel better.

A punching bag isn't going to help me break this wall.

_{[Plus he....he kind of already broke that. Oops.]}

I had this dream--It was so real. I was my old self again. I could do what I was made to do and now that's gone and AAUUGHHH!

_{[Ralph slams his fist against the wall again with more umphf than he had previously. And instantly regrets it. His face twists up and he sucks a hiss of pain through his teeth.]}

I don't know how everybody here does it.

[Rude shakes his head with sympathy; in a way he understands Ralph's situation. Since he's been in this world, he's found himself slower and less stronger than before. It's frustrating for him; a few years of training gone just like that.

Funny, come to think of it...he had a dream like that too.]

I don't know either.

[Rude looks at the wall. Being reminded of his situation just made him irritated and suddenly he slams his fist against it. He hasn't forgotten the correct way to throw a punch, minimizing the damage to his hand, but the sharp pain that shot up his arm was as stark a reminder to his loss of ability as the small dent on the wall was. Back home, this wall wouldn't have stood a chance.]

_{[Rude suddenly taking his fist to the wall surprises Ralph but he doesn't have the energy left to be startled. It was a pretty good swing! The wrecker gives the Turk an approving nod before moving away from his spot and stooping down to where his bag is. He pulls out a roll of tape--the same kind on his fists, and offers it to Rude.]}

You're gonna need this.

[...screw it. Rude nods and takes the tape from Ralph. Wrapping his hands up tight and proper, he then proceeds to give, if not the Pokemon World, then a wall from the Pokemon World, a piece of his mind. The blows start of slow but eventually pick up in speed and soon enough he's pummelling that wall like there's no tomorrow.

Needless to say that when he's done with the exercise he's sweating buckets, but he was so caught up with just venting out his anger that he doesn't even catch on to the fact that his knuckles are bleeding. All he does is take deep breaths while the wall looks back onto him, boasting in all its sturdiness and strength.]

_{[Ralph's been at the wall all morning, so he's content to stand back and let Rude have a turn.]

[What he doesn't expect is for the man to start turning his fists into mince meat. Eerrgghhh!]}

Woah! Woah, hold up there, buddy, you're leakin'!

[Rude glances down on his fists; he hadn't even noticed. Another sting of irritation tweaks at his pride because there was no way he'd be even bleeding back home.

With one final, furious punch thrown at the wall yielding no results, Rude merely starts to quietly unwrap the bandages. The damage was superficial; no bones had been injured, no muscles torn.]

_{[Ralph flexes his fingers in sympathy and lets his arms hang limp at his sides. That looked all kinds of nasty.]}

You want a...bandaid or somethin'?

_{[Ralph's first-aid knowledge is kind of limited.]}

[Rude shook his head; he's going to need more than a band-aid. Casting a glance at Ralph's own knuckles, he inclines his head towards the infirmary.]

You coming?

What? Nooo, no, no, you go on ahead.

_{[Ralph does not want to see what Rude's hands look like after he's gotten the tape all the way off.]}

I'll stick around here.

[It's not that bad! He's had worse, really. But he's starting to understand that as much as Ralph actually likes destroying buildings, he's not the type to willingly hurt someone.]

...it's not as bad as it looks.

_{[Ralph is pretty sure it's exactly as bad as it looks. Gross!]}

I-- actually got some cleanin' to do.

_{[He reaches behind him and throws an entire shelf of equipment onto the ground, sending weights and supplies rolling. His Sandshrew lets out a hiss and scurries away from a tumbling dumbell.]}

I'll catch up after I'm done!

[Rude raises an eyebrow at the new mess, but he gets the message clear enough. With a nod he heads off to the infirmary to grab some bandages and other medical items to clean up the wounds.]

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hey dude sorry about the delay my net died for a week

it's okay! sorry to hear that though!

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New Trophy unlocked: Wreck-it Rude.

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