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There were certain detriments to being the daughter of a famous writer of scientific reporter such as how The chief of the Premier always sent Lyra out to scientific conventions. Conventions that this particular young woman had no real interest in. Sure she had nearly grownup following Professor Elm and her father Ken around the New Bark lab but she’d never been the type to follow in her dad’s footsteps. She preferred hands on stories that involved field work not sitting through several lectures writing notes from a man nearly three times her age.
Sighing gently the young brunette woman glances around as a flurry of young scientists, students, and fellow reporters move past her as yet another lecture is over. Amongst the scholars there is a buzz of excitement though it’s easy to pick out those who – like her are only there for a paycheck. All too eager to leave she gets up to follow the remaining trail of people out of the room. There’s a period of time before the next large keynote speaker and many are taking time to check out the smaller lecturers, the cafeteria or to snoop around the available halls of the elegant old building.
Lyra for once had settled on a window seat on one of the higher floors, away from the general masses. A large storm crossed into the area earlier in the day, pelting the windows with sheets of heavy rain. Yawning the brunette rummages through her bag plucking out the notepad that she had been writing in for most of the day. With a flick of her wrist she opens it and huffs skimming the notes written in a small nearly illegible cursive. “I can’t imagine anyone can actually enjoy this stuff.” She muses to herself pursing her lips as thunder rolls in the distance. Â
It had been a long, tiresome day.
Field work was not Archer's forte, but with the Team to himself, he saw little choice but to lead their first mission in-- What, years?
Naturally, he had disguised himself as best as he possibly could. Criminals like him didn't just wander around and expect nobody to recognise them - especially ones with hair as distinctly coloured as his own. His efforts had brought him to this altogether boring event, the hours dragging on until much of the major lectures and presentations had come to an end, and it was now their time to strike.
At this particular moment, he'd been retreating to a predetermined rendezvous point with the others, hoping to make short work of this entire thing and leave with what he'd sought - preferably without causing a scene. Whilst they would lose nothing by revealing themselves here, it was still far earlier than intended. He stopped at a doorway meant only for the building's staff, mildly startled by what he can hear inside.
"Shut him up, you idiot!"Â
The shouts are met with a roll of azure irises, lithe fingers stopping just short of the door handle. He hesitates, listening -Â always listening - perhaps a little more closely than the others gave him credit for.
"I can't - he's struggling too much! Hold his arms properly, would you!?"
That one is met with a grunt of displeasure, so soft that one might only hear it if they were stood right beside the man, trying their very best to drown out the noise in the adjacent room.
Ugh, how did he manage to tolerate such useless fools?  They got the job done, but it seemed to slip the minds of the grunts that they are Team Rocket, not Team Racket.
--And so the executive slipped in through the door, taking caution to gently close it behind him. His voice was calm, demanding authority and respect; within moments his subordinates had quietened down and quickly completed their task of properly restraining their prisoner.
Before him were a few of the best and brightest Professors and Scholars in attendance, each here either to give their own lectures, or to watch them. Either way, it had been an opportunity that the likes of the Rockets couldn't pass up.
Really, a bunch of scientists all huddled up in one building? Much too perfect.
They say that power can only be gained through knowledge, and their research and development team were in dire need of budding scholars -- willing or otherwise.
"I am terribly sorry for the rudeness of my staff, but I'm afraid that we must keep this little meeting entirely underground. Team Rocket has a proposition for each of you, and it'd be a real shame if you fled before we could impart with the information. I assure you, it's an opportunity that you'd be downright foolish to pass up."
Of course, his remarks would go mostly unanswered. The individuals before him could let out only a few muffled pleas in response, their mouths gagged and limbs restrained.Â
Just how he liked it.
Smiling at his work, his attention turned to the Grunts, his next orders nothing but a soft hiss. "Get them out back and into the vans - quickly and quietly, if you will."
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ooc: Oh, you'll see.
This quiet period is the perfect excuse to TAKE OVER THE WORLD.
((i'M SO SORRY I'M LEAVING I FEEL REALLY BAD LEAVING ARCHER ALONE SOB....;;;w;;;))
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I don't blame you qwiuewreriwuer uou <3 Take care of yourself tho darling and have fun!
"It's quiet --Â Too quiet. Time to fix that."
ooc: Random icon because I can.
But hey, hi.
Does anyone want me to write a starter for them? I only have one thread going right now, eheheh. Archer muse wants to play. ;u;
Proton noticed the confused expression on Archer’s face and couldn’t help but grin.  The Rocket boss seemed to never get used to Proton’s wild behavior.  But then again, who did?
The Executive had a reputation of being the least controlled Rocket, so who knew whatever he was going to do next? Â Why he could be extremely happy one second and then threatening you with scissors the next! Â
And, truth be told, Proton wasn’t really lying…(mostly).  He actually hadn’t caused that much trouble.  Okay, maybe there was one incident, but it wasn’t too serious.  Maybe he actually was capable of fending for himself…Ariana had always told him otherwise, but, by Arceus, he would show her!
Hm? Â Bigger issues?
“What sort of issues?  Is something up, boss?” Â
Proton seemed so very shocked, causing Archer to lift a hand to partly cover his mouth. He had to chuckle a little at his reaction, having hardly considered that his words would inspire that sort of worry in the younger man.
"Oh, no; nothing's the matter. You should know better than to even ask such a thing."
Even in spite of their previous failures, and their humiliating defeat at the hands of mere children, Archer was still as confident in his abilities as a leader than he had been previously. He would see to it that Team Rocket would one day see a brighter future, or he'd go down fighting to achieve it. Seeming more determined than ever, he continued on.
"Actually, I was referring to my plans for our, ah- 'Grand revival', if you will." A small smirk played across his lips, a sign that he was pretty damn proud of his efforts. "We won't be forced to skulk around in the background for much longer, you'll see."
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Ugh, Archer didn’t look very happy to see Proton…Was he really that bad of an Executive that his own boss wouldn’t be pleased to see him again?
Proton frowned and then decided that that wasn’t so.  No, it was typical Archer for him to never reveal what he was thinking….
“I don’t take you for a fool!” Proton hurriedly proclaimed, not wanting to insult his leader.  ”I was just curious, is all.”
 He grinned at Archer’s next question.
“Well…I’m behaving as best as I can!  That’s good enough, right?”
"Hmn?"
As best as he could..? Why didn't he like the sound of that?
Oh, right. Because this was Proton he was dealing with - the most unpredictable, dangerously unhinged, and downright mischievous Rocket of the bunch.
Nevertheless, he took the other executive's admission in his stride, deciding that - whatever sort of daft shenanigans he'd been up to - it couldn't be too much trouble to correct.Â
It wouldn't hurt to be a little gracious and give the other man the benefit of the doubt, just this once... It was a small mercy to make up for his own disappearance. Really, Proton couldn't be expected to last for very long on his own... Not with that fiery temper and those violent tendencies of his. At this point, Archer was actually fairly surprised that Proton hadn't found himself in a prison cell.
"Mn. I suppose I have bigger issues on my plate than fixing the results of your misadventures. I'm certain that it's nothing that I haven't dealt with before."
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Proton’s green eyes widened.  Was this really…?  Yes, it had to be!
“Hey, Archer!” he called, rushing to the blunette’s side.  ”It’s about time you showed up, I was beginning to wonder where you might be!”
"--And leave you to your own devices for too long? What sort of a fool do you take me for, Proton?"
Well, at least one of them was happy about their reunion - outwardly, at least. Archer was calm as ever, hands clasped behind his back as he moved to meet with his comrade. It was good to be met with a familiar face, but it was hardly in his nature to admit to such things.
"You needn't have worried, either way. I'm quite capable of taking care of business by myself for a while. I trust that you've been behaving yourself in my absence?"
Oh, how Archer despised his trips out into the open.
Having been in hiding for much of his time, it was safe to say that the man wasn't quite used to venturing into the outdoors. It made him feel so exposed, even with his attempts to disguise his identity. With a large coat hiding much of his easily identifiable features - his uniform in particular - he strolled along the quietest Route he could find, seeking to avoid general contact with... Well, anyone really.
Yet, in spite of his abhorrence of being seen in public, and his loathing for dealing with the common folk, he knew that staying indoors would not do him much good. He quickly grew tired of the same four walls, his muscles aching from lack of use. His pokémon, too, became rather restless when trapped indoors. Without some form of outlet to let go of their building stress, they would all surely snap.
So, it was with great reluctance that Team Rocket's executive forced himself to take this bi-weekly trips for the sake of himself and his dearest companions. Usually, he went about his business without being bothered, and that was how he liked it.
However, on this occasion, he wasn't so lucky. Blue eyes flickered to the Houndoom by his side, noting how his companion had stiffened noticeably, it's sights firmly trained upon something... Or someone, as Archer came to realise.
"...Yes?"
He asked, voice smooth, a hand shifting to make certain that his clothing was sufficiently hidden. Blowing his cover here was something that he just couldn't afford.
Not yet, at least.
ooc: Wow, huh- ;u; It's a real pleasure to be a part of your lovely group! I'll be writing an open starter fairly soon, but if anyone wants a thread with Archer in particular then hit me up in my ask box, 'kay? :'D
Or, alternatively, you could always ask for my skype!
I don't bite... Much. ;)