Good Guys

[rocketralph]

Who: Ralph and Wrath
Where: Goldenrod
When: May 6, night time
Summary: TIME TO GO STEALIN'
Rating: PG
Log:




"You remember what you're supposed to do?"

Ralph was a hulking shadow in the alley, all in black and red, face obscured by his cap and mask. His fists were taped. Blanca, his Ampharos, crouched by his trainer's heels, eyes trained on a stray Meowth lazing on the fire escape above them. His light was low. They were crouched between two tall buildings and though the alley was full of puddles and garbage, the festivities just on the other side of the damp bricks couldn't be more posh.

The clinking of glasses, the jovial laughter of the far-too-wealthy, and the happy cries of rare pokemon spilled out into the night. The party was in the latter half of its full swing. People would be retiring to their rooms soon. The job outline made it sound a lot like the first prom he attended. Ralph ached a little in his chest. He'd gone to that party on the job but returned with nothing. He'd gotten in a food fight instead and generally just took up space. He'd bee so determined to turn his R the other way around.

And now here he was. In the sparkin' rain with an empty burlap sack thrown over one shoulder. If Gene could see him now he'd laugh his stupid mustache right off his square little face.

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[garbagechild]

A whole new world.

That impish, too-big grin pops back onto the boy's face when Ralph gives him The Nod, and he bounds back out the door of the shop like a dog off its leash. Still shirtless. HE IS WILD AND FREE.

They arrive back at the mansion without much further delay and he wastes no time in dropping to his hands and knees to squeeze back under the door.

"Ralph! Give me the meat-maybes, I got this!"

[rocketralph]

Blanca was quick to follow Wrath again and followed by him was Ralph's huge freak hand with a few packages of the jerky.

"Just don't get eaten or they'll dock my pay even more."

Meanwhile, the Granbull was snoozing away curled up right where it had been before with a small puddle of drool forming under its jowls.

[garbagechild]

He snatched the meat-sticks eagerly, his horrible little raccoon-hands making quick work of the packaging. Wrath wastes no time in stuffing one of them right into his OWN mouth, munching happily as he unwraps the rest.

But okay, now it's GO TIME.

With the way lit by Blanca's tail, he trots fearlessly over to the slumbering dog, confident that his peace offering effectively removes any possible danger he might be in.

Crouching down, he proceeds to tap the beast's nose lightly with one of the Jeffs.

"Mmmpmhm."

HELLO I COME BEARING TREATS.

[rocketralph]

The Ampharos reached up to tug at Wrath's uniform. He wanted a bite too! He opened his mouth to voice this but the Granbull started snuffling loudly. One huge eye opened and then the other.

Snurf snurf.

A huge purple tongue lapped out to engulf the boy's entire hand and the treat he bore.

[garbagechild]

Wrath's eyes widen and he lets out a muffled noise of surprise as his hand just... DISAPPEARS INTO THE SLOBBERY FOLDS OF THE BEAST'S TONGUE. But assuming he doesn't lose any fingers in there, he promptly yanks free and starts to unwrap another meat stick-- and one for Blanca, too, of course!

Wrath likes to share.

[rocketralph]

Blanca accepts his treat politely but the Granbull just keeps holding its mouth open.

Meanwhile, Ralph leans against the garage door, worry creasing his face. It was awful quiet in there...but if he called out, he'd risk waking the dog up. And then not only would they be failing the job, they'd probably be missing a Rocket.

[garbagechild]

Fortunately for everyone involved, Wrath doesn't really know what manners ARE, so he sees no problem with just continuing to place unwrapped Jeffs into the bottomless pit that is the Granbull's GAPING MAW.


But he also knows they're on a mission, so he looks over his shoulder towards the garage door and whispers loudly.

"Ralph! I think the purple dog is my friend now!"

[rocketralph]

Wrath's whisper actually startles him and his breath catches in his throat. Then he lets out a huge sigh.

"Good. Good work, kid. All you gotta do is unlock the door...try and catch that thing while you're at it."

[garbagechild]

"Okay!"

Having dropped all the plastic wrappers right on the floor where he tore them off, he turns his back on the Granbull and heads over to the side-door that Ralph had indicated earlier.

From the inside, the lock is easy enough to undo, and it slides open with an audible click.

[rocketralph]

Ralph ducked inside and ruffled Wrath's hair before making for the stairs. He shot the satiated Granbull a quick glance and was happy to find the dog licking the wrappers.

"Time to play robbers."

The house was dark and quiet. The sound of guests and their Pokemon sleeping soundly filled the halls. A few of the guests kept their pokeballs lined up neatly on their nightstands. Some partners slept outside their balls on the ends of beds. Some guests wore their belts as they slept in unflattering positions on top of each other.

"Classy..."

[garbagechild]

Catching the Granbull could wait until they were on their way out, right?

Wrath beams his sharky beam and scampers after Ralph, scattering Jeffs in his wake. Hopefully no one will find them and connect it to the mass purchase made earlier at that convenience mart down the street.

His eyes wide in the darkness, the ex-Homunculus goggles around at the darkened halls and fancy bedrooms. He knows it's the Pokeballs they're supposed to be going after, but there's just so much stuff!

"Whoa...."

[rocketralph]

"You can say that again," Ralph mumbled back to him. He shone a thin flashlight into the kitchen. "Makes ya wonder how somebody gets enough money in this place to live in a house this big."

[garbagechild]

"Yeah!" Wrath replied in hushed, awed tones. He could barely even afford to buy five pudding cups at once. This was insane. "Where do we go first, Ralph?"

[rocketralph]

"Alright...you're smaller and quieter. Sneak up to the people who have their Poke'balls closer to them." He gestured to a group of people sleeping in disarray in a parlor.

[garbagechild]

"Okay!"

He promptly crept forward, padding silently up to the spent partiers, keeping an eye out for the glossy little cherry-colored circles that were shrunken 'sleep-mode' Pokeballs.

... Aha! There was a small assortment piled on the faultline between two couch-cushions. They'd come unlatched from someone's belt, apparently. He grabs for them.

[rocketralph]

Ralph hung back in the doorway and watched with increasing anxiety as Wrath crept up to the sleeping people. None of them stirred. Now he could see why he had yet to be kicked off the team. The kid was good at what he did and it also explained where the heck all HIS pokemon came from.

[garbagechild]

As much of a nuisance as the kid is, he'd been taught by some of the very best-- people who had been getting away with literal murder for hundreds of years.

Scooping up the balls neatly, he dumps them into the bag and then shoots Ralph a great big DID YOU SEE IT WERE YOU WATCHING grin over his shoulder.

[rocketralph]

HE DID SEE IT HE WAS WATCHING. Ralph gave the kid a thumbs-up before ducking out of sight to do some burgling of his own. So long as he didn't hear any alarming sounds from Wrath's general direction, Ralph was able to collect in relative peace. These party-goers really didn't know how to behave at a stranger's house did they?

Thank you, ma'am. And you too sir, y' shouldn't have.

He tossed the unminded Poke'balls into the bag along with a few extra dozy and possibly drunk Pokemon. Once his sack was full, he dared to steal a couple fancy cheeses out of the fancy fridge in the huge kitchen before setting out in search of the wolf boy.

As he searched, the weight of the sack on his back weighed on his mind. This was so easy. He was so good at it. It was almost fun.

He hated it.

[garbagechild]

By the time Ralph has filled his sack and set off to search for his partner in crime, Wrath had made his way through quite a number of rooms-- his size enabling him to move faster and less carefully than the behemoth that was Wreck-It Ralph.

His bag is bulging so much that he can no longer lift it all the way-- he has to drag it across the floor.

There... might be more than just Pokemon in there. Wrath has sticky fingers even when he's not on the clock.

Ralph will stumble across the awful little goblin with his bag temporarily abandoned on the floor; Wrath himself has climbed to the very top of a fancy set of drawers, his starry eyes set on a long-haired, brick-faced Purugly that is currently loafing on top of a fancy armoire.

HE WANTS TO PET IT.

[rocketralph]

For a split second, the forlorn sack makes Ralph's breath catch in his throat. Where is he? His eyes quickly scan the dark room until they catch sight of a big mop-like shadow making its way up a--

--oh no.

"Ssssst! Sst! Ssst!" Ralph started hissing much like a cat himself as he tried to get the kid's attention. He shook his head and drew a finger across his throat. Don't, kid!

[garbagechild]

TOO LATE.

Wrath's hand makes the slightest contact with the cat's luxurious fur, and then all hell breaks loose.

With a snarly growl, the Purugly's eyes snap open and like lightning, it rakes its claws across Wrath's hand-- eliciting a squeal of surprise and pain in response.

And then he falls off the dresser.

[rocketralph]

Thud.

Screech.

Collective gasp.

A few Pokemon wake up and start letting out their cries. Party guests lift their heads and one woman screams at the hulking form of Ralph in the doorway. Meanwhile, Ralph just screams on the inside.

"GAME OVER!" He charged forward, took hold of Wrath by one leg, and hauled him out of the room. With any luck the door to the kitchen would still be open.

[garbagechild]

Wrath might as well be a ragdoll in Ralph's giant meatclub hand.

He lets out a startled yelp, but has the presence of mind to at least grab his sack of spoils as Ralph hauls him off upside-down.

[rocketralph]

Short legs or no, the wrecking man could run. The threatening vwoooom of charging Pokemon attacks fill the hall behind them and with a resounding zap, an energy beam is unleashed.

"MY WALLPAPER," someone shrieked.

Ralph cut a hard right, crumpling up the fancy rug, and charged down the hall. His footfalls shook the pots and pans that hung from the kitchen walls and cabinets. "Blanca, FLASH!"

Blanca skidded to a halt and turned, the orbs on his forehead and tail lighting up. Suddenly the hall was filled with a blinding white light.

"SHUT YER EYES, KID!"

[garbagechild]

"Shut my--waaAAAAA!"

Wrath didn't know WHAT was coming, and when the blinding flash lit everything up, he did the first thing that he could think of and shoved his entire head into the bag to escape what he could only interpret as his eyeballs being seared out of his head.