FIGHT, RUN, OR DIE.

Indie Rocket OC Dezz, written by Gio. Please read Rules before following.

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“I am thinking I like Ice-types. Nobody would go catching if he was a trainer. Perhaps some could be stolen? Nobody will ask Petrel.”

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Shoutout to absolutely every OCs out there. No matter what the “canon characters are inherently better” crowd might say, you put a lot of love in your characters and it shows. Keep writing your own stories no matter what people say! - anonymous

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42: do you like meeting new people?

42: do you like meeting new people?

“Meeting is how Nobody get robbed! Or beaten! Or robbed and beaten! Everyone is out for them self, better to be alone! Is safer this way! Can Nobody truly trust anyone? No!”

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05: What’s something you’re not looking forward to?

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34 & 43 !!

34.  Are you a patient person?

‘Patient? No, I am Doctor.  You are patient! Aren’t you? Then what is problem?! Nobody does not see gunshot wound. Nobody does not see arm broken. Speak up! Nevermind, you are wasting Nobody’s time, go away!’

43: Are you afraid of falling in love?       

‘No. Nobody is not…regular person. Nobody haves no time for such foolishness. This is stupid question! Nobody is criminal, Nobody could be shot or eaten or stabbed, who is afraid of stupid feelings? Nobody will never have such feelings!’

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WOAH INTERESTING QUESTIONS

01: tell me the truth, what made you start liking the person you like right now?

02: what on your body is hurting or bothering you?

03: what was your last thought before going to bed last night?

04: what are you listening to?

05: what’s something you’re not looking forward to?

06: where do you think your best friend is right now?

07: have you kissed anybody in the last five days?

08: favorite song ?

09: kiss on the first date?

10: is there one person you want to be with right now?

11: are you seriously happy with where you are in life?

12: is there something you would like to say to someone?

13: what are three things you did today?

14: would you rather sleep at a friend’s or have them over?

15: what is your favorite kind of gum?

16: are you friends with any of your ex boyfriends/ girlfriends?

17: what is on your wrists right now?

18: ever liked someone you thought you didn’t stand a chance with?

19: does anyone have strong feelings for you?

20: are you slowly drifting away from someone?

21: have you ever wasted your time on someone?

22: can you do the alphabet in sign language?

23: how have you felt today?

24: you receive £60 without any reason, what do you spend it on?

25: what is wrong with you right now?

26: is there anyone you’re really disappointed in?

27: would you rather have starbucks or jamba juice right now?

28: why aren’t you in ‘love’ with your last ex anymore?

29: how late did you stay up last night and why?

30: when was the last time you talked to one of your best friends?

31: what were you doing an hour ago?

32: what are you looking forward to in the next month?

33: are you wearing jeans right now?

34: are you a patient person?

35: do you think you can last in a relationship for three months?

36: favorite color?

37: did you have a dream last night?

38: are you wearing jeans, shorts, sweatpants, or pajama pants?

39: if someone could be cuddling you right now, who would you want it to be?

40: do you love anyone who is not related to you?

41: if someone liked you right now, would you want them to tell you?

42: do you like meeting new people?

43: are you afraid of falling in love?

44: ever self-harmed or starved yourself?

45: has anyone ever told you that you have pretty eyes?

46: have you ever felt like you weren’t good enough?

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shiirakeru replied to your post: Attacks his face with smooches because there is no gift and she has to improvise.  

Kicks and flails.

“GET AWAY FROM NOBODY CRAZY GIRL, NOBODY DOES NOT WANT!”

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"Nobodyman, where's my Christmas gift?"

“If girl wants gift, go get gift. Nobody does not want any part of cold weather murder cult.”

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Gift time! Petrel is very discreet when giving Nobody his gift, showing up from seemingly no where. "Here, man. I got you some stuff I thought you'd like." Giving the medic the stantler-decorated box, he grins at him. Inside is a bag of ~gourmet~ coffee, another mug with a goofy Delibird printed on it, and a small variety of different types of tea.

Nobody picks up a packet of tea, sniffs is curiously, and then places the entire packet into his mouth. Shortly afterwards, he spits it out.

“Peetrel, this food is very bad. You have let go rotten before giving to Nobody.”

Tentatively, he takes a curious sniff of the bag of coffee.

“And this is…smelling salts? Nobody…does not mind this…Not very potent. But good for nose, perhaps?”

Finally, Nobody holds the mug up to the light and examines with confusion the delibird on the front.

“…Petrel…Did Petrel steal this from bird? Petrel should be careful, peckings can be painful.”“

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But what's this?! There is a small, shimmering package in Mr. Nobody's mailbox. It is a small envelope, a money gift card worth 100 Poke!

. . .

Ha! Fool has left money in wrong mailbox. It is Nobody’s now! Perhaps season is not so bad!

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“Nobody has successfully avoided Christmas.”

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scphistry:

Sophia’s suppressed panic was gone now, replaced by a cold feeling in the pit of her stomach and an icy prickle on her skin as she watched Nobody do his horrible work.  She had been in a semi-daze a few minutes ago, but now everything was stark and real.  The lights were too bright.  The bleach was stronger than anything she had ever smelled before. The sight of her victim being coldly and efficiently ‘dealt with’ - too sharp, too vivid.

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Nobody did not pause or stop, instead, when he spoke, he was detached from his motions and actions. It was if there was a second Nobody standing beside her and speaking, as the first withdrew a knife and got to work.

“...Girl....Sophia...”

He’d never addressed her by her name before.

“...She does not want this. This makes it easier...to not see things you do...but not in good way. Is...hard to explain. It takes something away. If you are to do this, become less, Nobody thinks she should know why. Or, what. Is hard to say. Nobody...not so good to explain.”

Almost done. Taking each wrapped component, Nobody placed them into black plastic bags, found a pen, and wrote away the details of the contents inside. They’d be labeled, categorized, filed, and then destroyed. That man would be erased without a trace and without a word to anyone he knew. And “Desmond” felt nothing.

“...He is...not good to making this better.”

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stewardoftheking:

-In truth, were it not for his Superior’s unfathomable trust in and reliance on the purple-haired male, Archer might have patted Desmond on the back and given him a rare word of genuine praise.  Petrel’s simpering about that woman’s death was nothing short of disgusting and why Giovanni chose to allow it was simply beyond His second.  Were it up to him, were it any other man or woman in their uniform, Desmond’s ‘pep talk’ would have been a welcome reprieve from what the right-hand might have done.

-Alas for the poor, trembling boy across from him, there was something to be said for adhering to the chain of command and respecting a man several positions above you.  Word would get out of what Desmond had done and, if Archer were to leave it be, if he didn’t address it immediately, it would set a dangerous precedent, no matter that the ends might have justified the means.-

I’m afraid that although your… methods certainly achieved the desired result, I simply cannot overlook the fact that you put your hands on a superior.  Disrespect, insubordination, possible treachery altogether aside, given Executive Petrel’s condition, you may very well have killed him instead.  You understand, don’t you?  I don’t want to punish you, Desmond, but you’ve forced my hand.

-The Executive tapped twice on the surface of his desk and the sound was echoed by a single -click!- from the door to his office being locked.  Where once the man sat in solitude on his side of the desk, there now stood a solemn-looking Alakazam just behind him.  Its eyes were fixed on Desmond, irises ringed with faintly pulsing purple as it its maintained a psychic hold on the door.-

He was trapped. Trapped again, like always. There was no worse feeling than this, was there? To be betrayed at the supposed height of service, just to be condemned by the person he thought might be looking out for him...

...But Archer did say he didn’t want this, didn’t he?

Desmond tried desperately to rationalize, to shoot hundreds of appeals to his brain and body so that he wouldn’t make this somehow worse. He couldn’t afford to run, or to assault Archer, or to pass out...or to plunge one of Archer’s letter openers between his ribs...

Maybe he’ll be merciful...

Maybe it won’t be so bad.

Maybe he’ll be merciful...

Could it truly be as bad as the waiting? Just invite it, let it be through so you can get out of this horrible place...

Maybe he’ll be merciful...

Pain heals, you can deal with pain, this is how you live and you promised you’d live you’d promised him you promised you promised don’t run don’t run don’t run don’t fight don’t fight don’t run

Maybe he’ll be merciful....

Nobody dropped to his knees. Pleading would not help. He knew that. His teeth grit and his fists balled up so tight that his knuckles went white. Every breath was a herculean effort. Taking a moment to compose himself....and to wait for a rather large, icy bead of sweat to trace its way along his jaw line.

“...S-s-sir. E-executive...N-nobody a-accepts-s his f-f-failings. Nobody....a-a-awaits h-his p-punishment f-from E-executive A-a-archer.”

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If only this guy came with subtitles… It was quite hard to understand what he meant by it, but he got the message fairly well. This guy was just as scared and certainly wanted no trouble, anyone would after seeing the knife. He shrugged, turning his body enough to kick the blade further away and fell into tall grass. Wherever it went, it didn’t bother him at the moment. Wasn’t his toy anyway. “Not here to fight ya, or… Anyone right now. I’m just frustrated with myself. Got no bones to be pickin’ with you.” He shrugged, figuring he might need to rephrase that. Desmond takes things quite literally, which was… Interesting. “I’m not going to hurt you. I’m upset because someone else hurt me. I ain’t strong, but I wanna get stronger, you know? I wanna get revenge on someone, not you… But I’m not sure if it’s worth even trying.”

“Revenge! Now Rocket Boy is making sense. Nobody understands revenge. Nobody gives whole life to having chance for revenge. Who? Who is getting the Revenge?”

For the first time, Nobody seemed somewhat...friendly. Now they had common ground. Now Nobody could feel like he could stand next to someone in the Rocket rabble and feel some sense of cohesiveness. He may not understand calm, or betterment, or friendship, or the viewpoints of other people...but the one thing Nobody had intimate knowledge of was getting hurt. And being angry about it.

“Petrel says that Rocket is strong. Rocket shows no weakness. We are strongest as weakest link! Nobody can help with this. Tell us!”

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“Excuse me, but what is a Malazda?”

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“Car. Not difficult concept.”

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stewardoftheking:

-Archer smiled at the younger male, an easy, almost understanding expression on his face when Desmond’s tirade had ended.  He leaned forward, head tilted almost imperceptibly to one side, and rested clasped hands on his desk.-

Let me make certain I understood you, Desmond.  You came barging into my office to tell me you’ve beaten Executive Petrel into better health?  Is that what I’m to have heard?  I must admit, I may be mistaken considering how difficult it was to hear you over that petrified quivering, but I think I caught the main point of your report, non?

Please, correct me if I’m wrong.

“N-No! I-I m-mean...Yes, sir...But...H-he....Petrel is better now! He is....taking m-medicine....n-n-no more.....the p-poison....and...”

Desmond’s knees locked, and he felt his airway constrict and tighten to what felt like a pinhole. His whole being, his spirit screamed to run. There was no winning this. Nothing that he’d say could make this better. Archer would destroy him. Archer would erase him. But even if he could outrun Archer, could he outrun his pack of dogs? Could he outrun Team Rocket?

“N-Nobody is...Nobody h-has....done as you have asked, sir! Executive, p-please, Petrel is well! Petrel is having sense! Petrel will survive now, Nobo--Desmond...he has done g-good!?”

No, Desmond. No you have not.

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“Executive A-Archer! Nobody brings good news! Treatment for Executive Petrel was...troublesome...b-but not because of N-Nobody! Executive was doing many poisons to body, and...I have solved this! Petrel wished for harm, and Nobody has beaten him into being senseful! Executive does not want to die now! Medicine is being taken, and health already begins to be better! Treatment can continue and outlook is good for Executive Petrel! This is good, yes?”

Nobody pauses, his body shaking more and more with each passing second. For the first time, he forces himself to make eye contact, with the hope his ‘good’ news will deaden the force of Archer’s normally icy glare.

“...Nobody has done good, yes?”