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// Hello! This is a mainly Pokemon-based indie Team Rocket OC blog for my character Bo, a secretary for an OC executive in her main verse. Multiverse, multiship, very OC friendly, 18+ mun and muse (and would prefer not to interact with minor muns). Please like/reblog if you’re interested in interacting or just to help spread the word!

// hey all! I’ve moved bo to a main blog for convenience. I’ll do my best to re-follow everyone but if I miss anyone just give me a nudge!

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a confused florist

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what in carnation

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Random headcanon meme

🏨  : How well does your muse sleep?

// Well enough, all things considered. Manages to get up early and push through the day no matter how much or how little sleep she got the night before, for the most part.

♞ : What is your muse’s favorite animal?

// Sheep and butterflies!

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Suggest someone that you’d like to see me interact with...

I’d love to branch out with people that my followers think I should be writing with and potentially following.

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Random Headcanon Meme

♿ : Has your muse had any injuries in the past?

// Mostly sprains, but she has broken her collarbone and her left arm when she was younger.

☃  : What is your muse’s favorite season? What about their least favorite season, if they have one?

// Late spring to early summer, when everything is blooming and it’s warmed up considerably. Summer flowers are her favorite and she loves to take private picnics on her own just to enjoy the outdoors when she has the opportunity. Her least favorite is Winter, but especially near the end when you’re not really sure if it’s going to start warming up again or if there’s going to be like a second winter when it’s supposed to be spring. Or like that time just after the melt when everything is still dead and muddy and slushy and just all around a pain to walk in?

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Random headcanon meme!

⍤ : What does your muse’s voice sound like? Is it light? High pitched? Scratchy? Deep? 

✍ : What is your muse’s handwriting like? Is it neat? Sloppy? Fancy?

☕ : Does your muse prefer coffee or tea?

⌚ : Is your muse good with keeping on schedule for meetings, appointments, or events, or are they always late? Or, are they always a bit early?

♿ : Has your muse had any injuries in the past?

☺ : What is your muse’s smile like? Do they smile often?

⚡ : How does your muse feel about storms? Are they afraid of them, or do they calm them?

⚠ : How does your muse react to possibly dangerous situations? Do they face them head-on, or do they plan out their actions first?

☃  : What is your muse’s favorite season? What about their least favorite season, if they have one? 

☂  : Does your muse like rain?

☼ : Does your muse like daytime or nighttime more?

🏨  : How well does your muse sleep?

❤ : What are your muse’s thoughts on love? If they are not in a relationship, do they believe that they will ever find a perfect someone for them?

☘ : Does your muse believe in luck? How about fate?

⚯ : Does your muse have good eyesight? If not, what is it like? Are they nearsighted or farsighted? Or both? Do they use glasses? Or do they prefer contacts?

👓 : If your muse wears glasses, what are their glasses frames like?

♨ : Does your muse have good table manners? How do they feel about bad table manners?

❀ : What is your muse’s opinion about flower crowns?

♬ : Does your muse sing well? Regardless of whether they sing well or not, do they enjoy singing?

📐 : Is your muse good at math? Do they like it, or do they hate it?

♞ : What is your muse’s favorite animal?

εїз : How does your muse feel about bugs and insects?

📱 : Does your muse prefer calling or texting?

☆ : Of the sun, stars, and the moon, which is your muse’s favorite?

ツ : Does your muse prefer lots of friends, or just a few close ones?

✝ : Is your muse religious?

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Something his dad might say?! Oh Arceus, that did seem like something Kobalt would say. That’s awful! Pulling a little mesh bag out of her other pocket, she places the mushrooms inside the bag and gives it a little jostle to make sure they’re secure in there.

Keep your cool, Bo. There are worse things than being compared to your boss.

“He must be a bit of a funny guy, then.” About the mushrooms, she looks to them before continuing. “Oh yes, I could sell these for a fortune... but I’d rather cook them up for myself. They have such an incredible nutty flavor to them! Maybe I’ll cook up some gratin... Do you like mushrooms? There’s enough for us both, if you’d like!”

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“Oh right- My mom’s name is Gina an’ my dad’s name is Boris. I..don’t think he’d be called that in Rocket though.” He pursed his lips as he looked down. He hoped in divulging things to Bo that maybe he could help find his dad.. but at the same time he didn’t want him to get mixed in too much with Rocket. He wouldn’t wish that on anyone. He gave a nod. “Yeah, I’ve done a bit o’ research. He used to be a real well-known criminal in league with Rocket. Went by Kobalt or somethin’. O’ course he fell off the radar, which I think is when he was livin’ with my mom an’ sisters.. an’ after he left us, he jus’.. vanished. That’s all I got unfortunately.. it’s hard to try an’ find leads when I also gotta worry ‘bout work.”

His face scrunched up in a mixture of guilt and frustration when she said that. “I… I know that. It’s too late now though, he got us wrapped up in his business when he left.” He’s quiet as he stares at the floor. “..Mom said she’s fine with it this way but she’s lyin’. She’s real sad underneath the surface an’.. it.. it ain’t helpin’ her condition. She’s done her best raisin’ us all by herself, but she’s jus’ gettin’ sicker an’ sicker.. The least she deserves is to know he’s still alive out there somewhere. Maybe.. even get to see him again. I think it’d make her happy. I.. I wanted to do that for her at least, so she could have some kinda closure.”

He’s quiet again, though suddenly lets out a small, bitter laugh. “It’s funny.. I’ve always been told I look a lot like him an’ that always made me upset. I wanted to be everythin’ Dad wasn’t an’ now look at me. I’m followin’ in his footsteps–I left home an’ now I’m a criminal..”

“Kobalt?” Looking thoughtful for a bit, she continued. “I think I’ve heard that name before.” No kidding.

“I’ve known a fair share of assholes in my life, and if there’s anything they all have in common it’s an uncanny knack for not dying.” She paused, looking a bit surprised as if realizing she said that out loud. Gee, that didn’t sound oddly personal, no sir. “I-I mean... I don’t think it’s crazy that he’s still out there. My company has had some incidents involving Rocket trying to tamper with our goods, I wonder if there are any information on what happened on record somewhere... it would have been before my time, for sure, but it’s someplace I can start looking.”

“Adrian...” Her lips pursed. “Does he send back the money he makes to his family to help? That’s already a huge difference. He vanished, but you didn’t. You left but you didn’t disappear, and I think that’s an important distinction to make.”

She gave a sigh, unsure if anything she said would ultimately make any difference. Did it matter? Her gaze and her focus wandered for a moment to nothing in particular, until a hint of a wry grin took hold of her features. “As for looks go, you don’t look that similar. I dunno, by now he must be kind of wrinkly. Probably looks pretty punchable, too. You look way more like your mom, if that’s okay for me to say. Sort of... bright and round, like a sunflower.”

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He looked disheartened for a moment but gave a nod. “Y-yeah, I know it was gonna be hard. I think ‘lot ‘bout.. he maybe jus’.. doesn’t wanna be found. It’s painful to think of. But I can’t give up. I’m doin’ this for them, not me.” A small smile appeared on his features again. “So if ya’d jus’ do that, I’d really appreciate it.”

He blinks a bit at the odd look she seemed to give at his photo. It took her so long just seemingly staring at it, he actually looked at it a bit confused himself. But then she explained and his face changed to one of realization. He gave a light laugh. “Yeah, got five younger sisters an’ I love ‘em all to death.” He started pointing to them individually to name ‘em. “That one’s Eve, she’s the oldest of ‘em. She’s the only one ‘sides me that got Dad’s hair. I mean.. clearly. But.. she’s upset at me for leavin’. Jus’ like she’s upset at Dad for the same reason.”

He moved his hand along on his photo. “That one’s Valerie. She’s real shy but real nice like my mom.” He ran his finger in a circle around the babies being held by his mom and his sister Eve. “An’ those are the triplets, Sasha, Natalie, an’ Lara. They’re babies here, but now they’re old ‘nough they’ve gotten their starter pokemon already.” He sighed wistfully. “So proud o’ them..”

He snapped back to the present and finally tucked his wallet away. “Yeah, thank ya very much! Oh- I.. learned there’s also ‘nother Rocket executive that might look kinda like him named Archer. He’s also got blue hair.. but his face is totally different. Looks younger.”

“I can’t imagine how lively it must be to have so much family,” she said, her voice still lined with awe. “What lovely names.. Ah--what are your parents’ names, may I ask?”

Bo could hardly get her eyes off the photo, but her attention remained with Adrian as he spoke. She blinked, realizing something. “Another Rocket executive...? Is your father an executive as well?” Looks like Archer, hm? Fair enough. Only the hair color, really. Kobalt had far more angular, sharper features. She can hardly begin to wrap her head around all this information. Adrian’s father... her boss, Executive Kobalt. Does Kobalt know about her friendship with his son? Could she, for once, have the upper hand? The mere idea brought a whirl of mischievous giddy to her heart, but she didn’t let it show.

“If your father is in Rocket... maybe he’s hiding to try and protect you? I imagine there are a lot of dangers involved... maybe he doesn’t want you to get wrapped up in them.” Or maybe he’s just a deadbeat, both were equally plausible. But for Adrian’s sake, the benefit of the doubt couldn’t hurt, right?

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// Peter is open for business! Still looking for fitting icons, but his basics are all there. I think. Probably. Feel free to send dms/asks if there’s anything you’re curious about!

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He almost immediately lights up at the offer. “Ya mean that? It’d mean a lot really..” He looked to his fiddling fingers wistfully. “I mean.. I know I should jus’ let things be but.. I saw how sad mom gets when she thinks ‘bout him. I jus’.. really wish things could go back to the way they were before dad left. I.. I mean I know that’s prolly impossible but.. at the very least, I want him to explain why it was he did leave. That way there’s.. there’s at least some closure.”

He gave a light nod. “Maybe it’s tough runnin’ a business an’ bein’ a good dad. Or.. yeah, he jus’ doesn’t really know how to show affection or somethin’. I dunno the whole story though an’ I dunno your dad either. It’s jus’ some thoughts.”

He scratched his cheek. “I mean.. that’s what I figured. But I wanna hear it from him either way.” He nodded. “I got somethin’ better. I always keep this photo with me, cuz it’s the last one we got with us all together.” He dug in his pocket to pull out his wallet before flipping it open and turning it so Bo could see. There was the entirety of the Osgood family, though quite a tad younger. His dad stood with his arm around his mom and his other hand on Adrian’s head. His eldest younger sister Eve stood towards the middle as his mom and Valerie held the three triplets, all of them babies at the time. He points a finger to his dad in the photo, sporting the same distinctly short blue hair, and likely familiar looking face. “That’s him there.”

“I wouldn’t get my hopes up, but anything’s worth a shot, right?” She was just digging her grave even deeper at this point. Clear conscience? Never heard of her. But then he brought out a photograph... and there he was. That slimy son of a gun. That’s her boss, Executive Kobalt. Her breath catches in her throat as she stares intensely at the image. Of all the things... of all the people to see in that photograph. Was that seriously him? It couldn’t be... could it? The hair is different--Kobalt’s is longer nowadays--but she’d recognize that face anywhere. It’s amazing how surprisingly sincere his expression looks in this photo compared to the older man’s typical smarmy grin.

What does she say? ‘Oh, yeah, that’s my boss. He’s a jerk but it could be worse ‘cus at least he’s nice to look at’? Certainly not. She leans back, the surprise in her expression quickly transitions into a cheerful smile.

“You have that many sisters?” She asks in awe, inwardly praying her question would explain away the surprise on her face before. “My older brother and sister were off doing their own thing by the time I came along. You must have never been lonely, huh?”

“I’ll keep an eye out for you. Can’t be too hard to pick out hair like that from a crowd, huh?”

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He tensed as he realized he let slip the whole Rocket thing. He doesn’t normally reveal that much, since Rocket has an even worse reputation than Magma does. Guess once he starts going, its hard to reign himself in. Luckily, Bo seemed fine about that too.. Truly he was blessed to have a friend like him.

“I.. w-well.. that’s last I knew anyways. We ain’t heard from him, an’ some rumors were spreadin’ ‘round somewhere that he was dead. Mom never believed ‘em though. I.. I think he’s out there somewhere too, an’.. I mean.. I kinda wanted to find ‘im an’ bring ‘im home if I could.” He gave another light sigh. “Though with Magma I’m kinda stuck here usually, or only wherever I get missions to. It’s hard to look for someone like that.”

He relaxed a bit a the reassurance. “Really..? Ya mean that?” A small smile spread on his face again. “Gosh.. I’m.. I’m real glad. I was thinkin’ if ya found out all that ‘bout me, ya maybe wouldn’t wanna associate with me anymore or somethin’..” He ran his fingers through his hair. “Already happened once. An’.. right now my friends are all I got to keep me from ah.. feelin’ real lonely.”

He nodded. “My mom an’ my sisters mean the world to me, I’d do anythin’ for ‘em. Even be a criminal.” He gave a lighthearted, yet somewhat empty sounding chuckle. “Really?” he asked, though his expression saddened as he explained about his dad. “I can’t imagine how lonely that’d feel.. but it’s somethin’ that he’s there cuz at least he cares that much. Maybe he jus’ has trouble connectin’ with ya or somethin’.”

“I travel around a lot for business, maybe I can keep an eye out for him?” She chuckles, only half-serious in her suggestion though now is genuinely curious to learn more about this father of his in Team Rocket. “Yeah, work can be tough. Really demanding, it’s like I can never catch my breath sometimes.”

“Yes... that’s probably it. It’s my understanding that for generations now our family has not been raised to show much... feeling, especially us men, so I suppose he’s merely a product of that.” Ha. Ha ha. Yes, he must care. That’s the only reason he would stay, right?

“I’m sure your father must have some reason for what he’s done. Whether it’s a good one or not... I imagine you must wonder what that reason is. May I ask what he was like? If I’m prying too far, please let me know.”

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He tried desperately to stop his tears, but deep down he knew he’d been holding them in for a long time. He’s always been frustrated with the lot he’s been stuck with–always ashamed to have had to stoop as low as he had. But.. at the very least, he’s met some people that he very much enjoys being around.. But that wasn’t what he was here for. He was here for his family.. to make sure they could live a life without worry.

He tensed ever so slightly as Bo reached an arm around him, though quickly relaxed himself. He wasn’t expecting himself to open up quite this much to the other. He was.. thankful that the other didn’t just drop him right there and decide it’d be easier not being friends with him. “I.. hope so.” He sniffled, rubbing his face with his arm before bringing his arm around to hug Bo back.

He shook his head into Bo’s shoulder. “No.. He left when I was fifteen, ain’t seen ‘im since..” Once he felt his tears had subsided he leaned back and sighed, his shoulders drooped. “I kinda went searchin’ for a job since he left me an’ Mom with all o’ my sisters to take care of.” He looked down, looking rather ashamed. “I thought there’d be a way to make a lotta money here in Hoenn, but it was a scam an’ then I got stuck here. I tried findin’ a job but.. I never finished my schoolin’ so it was tough. Now.. I’m makin’ enough to send back to Mom an’ my sisters but.. at what cost, y’know?”

He rubbed his face, a bit of frustration finding its way onto his face. “If.. if only Dad hadn’t left, we could all still be fine. Guess Rocket was more important than us.” He pursed his lips before glancing to Bo and looking away again. “I’m.. sorry for unloadin’ all that on ya I jus’.. I ain’t had anyone to talk to ‘bout it.” He fiddled with his fingers. “I understand if ya wouldn’t wanna be friends anymore.”

Bo remained silent as her friend unloaded his tears into her shoulder, letting her hands pet his back lightly to try and comfort him. She listened, outwardly just wanting to be a listening ear, to be helpful, but she still found herself picking apart every word for scraps of useful information. Something worth remembering, something that perhaps she could use... not against him, no, but information is information. It was reflex at this point.

“Rocket?” The word jumped out at her like a hoard of wild pokemon all vying for her attention at once. Her brows furrowed and she found herself gulping anxiously. A father in Rocket... “That’s terrible, I... I can hardly imagine...” The lies were meaningless and perfunctory as they fell out of her mouth. “Of all the things. I’m sorry you and your family have had to deal with that. And... don’t be absurd. I can’t fault you for your circumstances and how you’ve dealt with them so far. You can talk to me about anything as long as you’re comfortable with sharing.”

Leaning back, she offers him a warm smile, hopeful, almost.

“Your family must be really important to you, to go through so much for them... I envy you, honestly, I really do. It’s really just been me and my father all this time,” she says, withdrawing her arms away from Adrian to instead fiddle with her own thumbs like an anxious child. “He’s always been there, and I genuinely don’t think he would ever just up and vanish on me, but... It’s like he looks right through me sometimes. Like I’m not there. Him and his pokemon both, they’re so... I don’t know how to describe them. Strong, faithful, but cold and distant. Almost...” Scary, she thinks. "... like guard towers; there to make you feel safe and know that there’s someone there keeping watch, but they’re so far away. They have to be to get the best view. But it’s lonely sometimes... being the one on the ground.”

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@cuirp liked for a starter

Hoenn wasn’t actually that far away from the continent, but that didn’t stop Lorenz from wondering if he wasn’t jet lagged by the single hour of difference after he arrived in the harbor of Vermilion. Hey, if you asked him, that was a better way to rationalize how tired he felt than actually putting his disastrous sleeping schedule into question!

Here he was, coming home to a Mom and a Dad who still thought he was making a honest living with honest work. Even without his eyebags somehow getting heavier, Lorenz was pretty sure that was reason enough not to particularly look forward to his compulsory monthly family reunion.

As he made his way to the bus that would take him to Saffron City, Lorenz got lost in intense reflection. About the sort of stories he should make up to convince his family he was still a honest cashier and not at all an underling of some wacky band of crooks.

And then, Bam! He got pulled out of his daydreaming rather abruptly, walking straight into someone at a corner. Neither of them lost balance or anything, but the Aqua still thought as he massaged his forehead that it would be best if he least apologize to the stranger. That is until he saw what they were wearing.

Speaking of a band of crooks. Here was one that made his stomach turn. He would make sure the bloke saw the disgust on his face before he finally talked.

“What’s the rush, Team Scumbag? Got preschoolers to mug?”

Bo walked tall--or as tall as you can when you’re five two--and with purpose, trying to look serious with her pink hair chopped short and face sporting a couple bandages from past fights. She took care to take the least traveled walkways in the hopes that she and her mareep would not attract unwanted attention. Which was any kind of attention at all, really.

It was just a simple delivery; in and out with no questions asked, maybe swagger about a bit so people knew Team Rocket wasn’t kidding around, the usual grunt work she did. Thankfully it didn’t seem like there was much more of this in store for much longer. Catch the right eyes and it’d make all the difference in the world. Or bump into a complete stranger who quickly starts to get spicy. Dammit, she didn’t want a fight, she just wanted to finish the job! But it was clear by the look in his eyes there was no getting out of this without a fight.

“Tch, haven’t you heard?” She speaks up, taking a step back as Peep positions herself between the two trainers, stomping her little hooves as the crackling of static can be heard from her thick wool. “You’re the lucky preschooler. Why don’t you make this easier for the both of us and just run away before you get hurt, huh?”

Please run away, please run away, please run away. Perhaps if she thought it hard enough it would put the idea into the man’s head and he would leave.

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“Ah, okay. Still that’s.. surprisin’.” He gave a weak grin as she sat beside him and put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. But at the offer he ended up looking at the floor again. “It’s amazin’ that ya could jus’ go in an’ talk to ‘im. I don’t even think I could do that, an’ I work for 'im. U-um.. I would appreciate it though, I’m.. pretty sure he knows what I’m capable of an’.. what I ain’t. I think he’s tryin’ to train me for those sorts o’ positions, cuz I’d be more valuable as a grunt if I could do more things.” He rubbed his neck a bit. “Guess I couldn’t get by jus’ bein’ a janitor after all.”

He looked to her again. “I.. I don’t want ya to feel like ya have to but.. I-I can’t turn down an offer to help.. My mom.. she means the world to me.” He hunched a bit though, a lump forming at the back of his throat. Here Bo was offering his help because he didn’t get the chance to get to know his mom, when he himself had left her behind on purpose. He could feel himself tear up a bit but there wasn’t much he could do to stop it. 

“I miss her.. I ain’t gotten to see her in years.. We’ve been keepin’ in touch, but it ain’t the same as bein’ there..” He wiped at his eyes as the tears started to overflow. “Everyday I wish I could go back an’ jus’ be with her an’ my sisters. Try harder to find a job closer to home..” He swallows, but the tears just keep coming. “I don’t wanna be a criminal like.. like dad was. B-but it was all I could do.” He sniffled as he wiped at his face, not realizing he’d started curling in on himself somewhat. “I-I’m sorry I jus’.. I jus’ wish things could be different.." 

I don’t wanna be a criminal like dad was.

If only she could play ignorant as to why those words stirred up feelings of nausea in her stomach, like churning waters kicking up dirt and filth from the riverbed, but she knew all too well. Not wanting to follow in the footsteps of one’s father... she may whine and moan about her lot in life and how she despairs in a similar way, but the truth? It’s easier just doing what she’s told, to be her father’s ever faithful yes-man. But Adrian... this seems like a man with morals that aren’t entirely for show. A simple, hard working man without the holier-than-thou facade she puts up to try and separate herself from the ‘real’ criminals. He actually tried to do clean work, she never once thought to move away from her designated place in her family’s illicit dealings and in Rocket. She did everything without question, without any significant hesitation. Daddy’s loyal little dog.

Though realization finally hits her--his father is a criminal? Her stomach twinges again, as if she’s learned something terrible but can’t pinpoint what it is. He’s crying... she should feel something, shouldn’t she? Something emotional--something that isn’t just nausea in her stomach screaming for her to run. Silent for a time, she gulps down her hesitation and wraps an arm around Adrian’s trembling frame.

“Things will be different, Adrian, I promise you that,” an easy promise between two criminals whose careers mean anything could change from one second to the next, for better or for worse. “You’re...” Her face twists slightly in what could easily be construed as sadness. You’re not your father, she caught herself about to say what was, to her, her most favorite lie. But Adrian doesn’t deserve that.

“You’re doing your best, Adrian.” She finally manages to wrap her other arm around him, pulling him in for a hug. “You’re doing what you can to support your family and keep in touch with them, the same can’t be said for your father, can it?”