time to get pissed about the fact that constantine's father's hatred for and dismissal of him extends all the way down to his fucking name.
like yeah, john is a fine & normal name. he doesn't have any strong feelings about it and neither does anyone else. but john's mother wanted him, loved him, and iirc might have already had a name picked out for him before she died. (his older sister was named cheryl, which wasn't even in the TOP 100 most common UK girl names at the time, so there was a precedent for putting a lot of thought into naming her kids!!) and then she dies, and thomas just. doesn't. care. john, number one most common UK baby name for the four preceding decades. like john smith. like john fucking doe.
how it must feel to him when people say that name with actual affection instead of rage. how rare that is in his line of work. how different it must sound when he's wanted.
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Wes hated Chairman Rose on principle. A big businessman who makes performative gestures to cover for all the shady shit Macro Cosmos was doing. He was the head of the League, bringing entertainment to all of Galar! What kind of clout chasing asshole would you have to be to criticize Rose?
He was too similar to Es Cade for Wes’s liking.
His hatred deepened when he went exploring the Galar mines for the first time, tasked with retrieving Leon from the maze of tunnels into the earth. He could spot every single poorly maintained beam, every rusty pulley, every failure of safety protocol. The mine wasn't on the brink of disaster, but it was heading there through negligence.
Wes had seen firsthand what the failure of one bolt could do. Orre used to be a thriving desert, filled with flora and Pokefauna, made up of underground mining towns connected to the surface through one or two way towns. But one bolt in a support beam of one mine failed, and the mine collapsed. In a series of explosive chain reactions, town after underground town collapsed, spilling out toxic fumes that wiped out almost everything. Even to this day, there are no wild Pokemon, and the scars of the catastrophic event can be felt by the region's few hundred inhabitants.
Wes had been one of the unlucky survivors. No one went out into the desolate wasteland looking for survivors: only criminals looking for corpses to rob. One Team Snagem member realizing that he had been still breathing was all it took to seal his fate.
When Wes had found Leon, he had grabbed the man's hand and refused to let go, guiding them out of the labyrinthine death trap of a man. Chairman Rose was waiting outside with his secretary, and his flippant attitude to making sure that the mine was safe, that the lives of people now were not as important as hypothetical people in the future, made Wes's blood boil.
He kept his mouth shut. He kept his mouth shut about the veiled disgust in Rose's eyes when he saw Wes holding Leon's hand, as if he were Muk, dirtying the Champion with gross Orre germs (although Oleana's disgust was much more obvious). He kept his mouth shut through the patronizing comments about how he wouldn't understand Rose's grand vision of the future. He kept his mouth shut, because he knew his reputation was of the suspicious Orre foreigner and speaking up will just hurt his chances further.
Wes Wolf was named after Lycanroc, a species of hunters. He noticed how vigorously Leon defended him, staying by his side as the cracks started to form in the already tenuous relationship between Leon and Rose. He noticed how Oleana kept glaring at Rose with daggers when the man wasn't looking, how she was probably planning on usurping her boss and taking control of the company. He noticed how Rose omitted a lot in his description of the ideal future, as if he only cared about the future because it was something he could shape to his worldview.
A hunter knows when to wait for the optimal time to strike. So Wes bit his tongue and waited, because he is the Desert Bandit, Apex Predator of Orre, Protector of the Wilds, and Chairman Rose is his prey.
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Hey guess what it’s another out of context WIP
“Oh, and what do we have here?” the man drawled, pulling out an unfortunately familiar mask.
Link swallowed. Debated. And then decided to hell with it. The end result would be interesting enough, and he didn’t have many other options. “D-don’t put that on!”
“Oh? Don’t put it on?” the man continued, his jowels wiggling as he cackled. “It’s a silly children’s mask, you think I’m going to play with it?”
Link chewed the inside of his cheek, trying to word this correctly. “Well, that’s good, because that children’s mask has immeasurable power and grants the wearer any wish, but it’s at a terrible price.”
Here the large man paused, and his guards took a few greedy steps forward, listening. The noble noticed the movement and turned on his guards quickly, yelling at them to leave. When Link was left with only the man dressed in his rich attire, the noble leaned over as if they were conspiring together. “Any wish, you say? What sort of magic is this?”
Link looked down, avoiding an answer.
The nobleman huffed. “If you think you can stop me from finding out, you’re more foolish than I thought!”
Link’s smile was hidden as he saw the man’s shadow put the mask to his face. A bright light filled the room, making him flinch and look away, squeezing his eyes shut.
When the song of magic and the scream of the nobleman diminished, Link looked back to see... quite the sight.
Before him was still the mystical deity he’d grown accustomed to, but since he had a different wearer there were a few... modifications. The noble’s girth was now more toned with muscle, but the fat remained. His beard, mustache, and thinning hair were styled exactly as before, though now brilliant white. The Fierce Deity’s usual armor was barely fitted over the enormous noble’s stomach.
Link busted out laughing.
The Fierce Deity looked down at himself, having already noticed something was amiss, before glaring at Link. “What the hell.”
Link was laughing far too hard to explain.
“Honestly, the indignities I suffer because of this cursed mask,” the Fierce Deity muttered as he attempted to walk towards Link, hissing when his armor snagged on himself.
Link fell off the stool, dizzy and crying. He really should try to stop cackling hysterically, someone will likely hear, but by the goddesses--
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