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silph_co2016-08-11 11:56 am
11121_assumption) wrote in silph_co2016-08-11 11:56 am
[ Action - Goldenrod Base ]
It was like being at the Wish House.
Walter didn't remember his childhood fondly. Or any part of his life really. But the orders, the training, the quiet masses of grunts he was ranked beside was familiar. He knew how to do as he was told. He could memorise lists of commands and booklets on conduct. Running, fighting...it was all familiar to him. And given he was still extremely confused and lost about how he came to be here and how he was alive, the familiarity was welcome. Even if he expected to be shoved into a facility like the Water Prison if he disappointed or failed his superiors.
Between training, he persued books on these 'Pokemon'. It seemed the world revolved around them, given Team Rockets goals and the power these beings could obtain. His own were currently small and weak. But that would change. Until he gathered his bearings and determined what he was meant to do, how to return home and complete the Sacraments ritual, he would obey Team Rocket. He had forgotten the comforts of having a place to live and if they were willing to pay for him then he wouldn't complain about doing work for them. It wouldn't matter anyway. he would eventually find a way back and cleanse the world of sin. If he had to clear this world of it's sin too, then he would find a way.
He roamed the halls with Darkness perched on his shoulder, a passive look on his face. You could never be sure when or where an attack might come and having the Murkow keep an eye out for threats helped him manage the mild anxiety he felt in being so close to people.
Walter didn't remember his childhood fondly. Or any part of his life really. But the orders, the training, the quiet masses of grunts he was ranked beside was familiar. He knew how to do as he was told. He could memorise lists of commands and booklets on conduct. Running, fighting...it was all familiar to him. And given he was still extremely confused and lost about how he came to be here and how he was alive, the familiarity was welcome. Even if he expected to be shoved into a facility like the Water Prison if he disappointed or failed his superiors.
Between training, he persued books on these 'Pokemon'. It seemed the world revolved around them, given Team Rockets goals and the power these beings could obtain. His own were currently small and weak. But that would change. Until he gathered his bearings and determined what he was meant to do, how to return home and complete the Sacraments ritual, he would obey Team Rocket. He had forgotten the comforts of having a place to live and if they were willing to pay for him then he wouldn't complain about doing work for them. It wouldn't matter anyway. he would eventually find a way back and cleanse the world of sin. If he had to clear this world of it's sin too, then he would find a way.
He roamed the halls with Darkness perched on his shoulder, a passive look on his face. You could never be sure when or where an attack might come and having the Murkow keep an eye out for threats helped him manage the mild anxiety he felt in being so close to people.