Sometimes people leave you, halfway through the wood.

[garbagechild]

Who: Alphonse Elric, Envy, Greed, and Wrath.
Where: An ill-fated bakery. All around Goldenrod. The freakin' basement.
When: August 11th onwards! This is a catch-all.
Summary: The world has been pretty good to the various monsters and serial killers hailing from Amestris, but one particular villainous wild child has yet to be rehabilitated.
Rating: PG-13 for talk of abuse, manipulation, brainwashing, all that good stuff.
Log:

Continued from here.

Comments

[garbagechild]

_{[His eyes flick to the spherical seal.]}

... You'd let him?

_{[... Well, Wrath, you DID just have a whole conversation with her about how locking up your Pokemon or not letting them be with other people would be cruel...]}

[a_sin_for_him]

Of course. My room's full of evolved Eevees right now anyway, I think he could use the break from them.

[Guttle rolls back and forth and claps his flippers in agreement. Lust closes her notebook and stands, smoothing down her skirt.]

He can come down and stay with you whenever you'd like, as long as we're home. Is there anything I can bring you, while I'm up?

[garbagechild]

<sub>[Why is she being nice? Even when they were on the same side, this is just... NOT consistent with Wrath's experiences with her.]

[All the same, even with Guttle's happy reaction bringing a very slight quirk to the sides of his mouth... her offer makes his heart clench.]</sub>

... I miss my Pokemon...

_{[He says this rather than straight up ASK her to bring them to him... because he knows she won't, or more likely, probably can't. None of the people in this house were willing to risk the awful goblin child in their basement having access to his own team of magical animal friends.]}

[a_sin_for_him]

[....oh. Lust's face falls and she wraps her arms around herself. He can't be given back his Pokemon, not yet. No matter how promising this little visit has gone, they just can't risk it. But maybe there's something that can be done.]

I'll talk to the others. It isn't fair that you have to be kept apart like this, but sometimes things that are necessary aren't fair. Maybe we can bring one down to visit with you.

[With them, and their own teams to keep an eye on everything. Something very, very supervised.]

[garbagechild]

_{[He spent her brief talk on the subject of fairness looking morosely downwards and scratching the floor with one finger, but at the offer, Wrath looks up at her at last. His big, wounded, weirdly-blue-for-a-homunculus eyes probably aren't helping those latent caring feelings she's starting to get.]}

Really?

[a_sin_for_him]

[Lust nods. She's not used to these strange protective feelings Wrath is currently bringing out in her. But he's so sad and little, and he can barely understand any of what's happening to him. It makes her stomach twist.]

Really. If you can promise me that you won't try and attack us.

[Not that it would do any good, even if this does happen, Wrath's single pokemon would be outnumbered vastly. But it's about establishing trust.]

[garbagechild]

_{[He sits up, nodding. By offering something he really wants, Lust has commanded his near-total obedience, at least for THIS encounter.]}

I'll be good, I won't bite.

I haven't bitten in...

_{[He pauses, counting on his fingers.]}

... Five days.