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]

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.

[rocketralph]

The world is very loud around Wrath. There are multiple screeching Pokemon. There are multiple screaming people. There are thuds and crashes as fancy furniture is thrown in their wake. Finally, the jarring sensation of being carried down a steep staircase.

And there is a grow.

"Gyah!" He dropped Wrath by accident as the purple behemoth blocked their way. "Good...good doggie! Kid, talk to it!"

[garbagechild]

--AND THEN HE WAS DROPPED.

He hits the floor headfirst with a yelp of pain and then clumsily rolls to sit up, a few stray Pokeballs tumbling out of the open bag and rolling away across the floor. There's still colorful spots dancing in his vision, and he blinks blindly several times before he can even make out what's right in front of him.

"Wh--whoa-uh! Um, doggie! I-- ..."

He pats himself down distractedly. 8(;; He doesn't have any more of the Jeffs.

[rocketralph]

The Granbull stalks closer and closer, long ribbons of drool plopping down on the concrete steps. When its jaws come within snapping range of Wrath's perfectly edible clawless hands, the huge nose suddenly presses against his side and starts snuffling in search of treats.

Ralph, meanwhile, has a very short aneurysm. Okay, great, they're palls.

"Let's go, let's gooooo." He steps around the big purple dog and makes for the door that Wrath opened for them.

[garbagechild]

Wrath hadn't exactly been frightened-- the Granbull hadn't attacked him earlier, so why would it now?-- but he hadn't expected that, either. The surprised squeak he makes barely leaves his throat before turning to involuntary giggles.

"--doggie! DOGGIE I don't h-have any more!"

Stumbling back a little, he plants his hands on the Pokemon's broad purple head and tries to push it away so that he can follow Ralph. He literally does not have even the remotest concept of what ticklishness is, but he does know that laughing out loud is NOT STEALTHY AT ALL and they need to get out of here!

[rocketralph]

The creature snuffles and whines a little as Wrath moves to follow Ralph. It looks back at the door they burst through one last time before toddling after the boy.

Ralph just makes a face as he hovers outside the door. He can't leave the kid behind!

"Great, great, steal him too, whatever. Kid, we've gotta go."

Somewhere, sirens wail and the tell tale yowl of police growlithes can be heard.

[garbagechild]

He grabs up the bag again-- it's a little lighter now, at the cost of about a quarter of the loot he'd stuffed into it, but mixed blessings. Speed is the name of the game now.

"Okay, okay, I'm coming, I'm coming!"

He doesn't stop the Granbull from following him as he scampers after Ralph, though.