Would you rather be with someone young enough to be your daughter, or old enough to be your mother?
If those were my only choices...
Older, because I'm not a pedophile.
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@proton-r
Would you rather be with someone young enough to be your daughter, or old enough to be your mother?
If those were my only choices...
Older, because I'm not a pedophile.
have you taken Arceus as your lord and savior
No, but I talked to him once a long time ago.
Have you ever done a line of cocaine off of a hooker's foot?
No...
How many licks does it take to get to the tootsie roll center of your tootsie pop?
Never counted. But I wouldn't mind someone helping me to find out~
Generational Interlude
One second. They ‘get along pretty well’? “You know Mercede personally?” In hindsight, she could see where one might have picked up on that. “Shame you didn’t make it. We might have met earlier.” Of course she adored her Mercede, (that would never change), but new friends were always nice.
As Deino struggled to stay put, there were two pairs of eyes on it. Miyamoto was apparently thinking, a smile gradually working its way onto her face. With Jolteon though, it would have been hard to tell that he was giving her the time of day had it not been for the direction in which he was looking. Deino could snap all she wanted, but he wouldn’t even flinch so long as Miya was okay.
Miyamoto shrugged, her focus still down below. “Well, why not give her the chance?” She redirected her attention to Proton, an expression turned provocative. “I’ve got a recent catch whom I’d love to get to know a little better.”
Proton nodded. "You can say she stepped out of retirement for a time while Giovanni was away. I got to work under her." That was putting it very lightly and he knew it.
"Oh?" His attention transitioned from the fidgety dragon pokemon to Miyamoto. "I would love to have her fight against something more challenging than the grunts' pokemon."
Jino could no longer contain herself once she heard the word "fight." The Deino hopped up onto her feet and get out its best roar.
"I'd hate to let all that energy go to waste." Said Proton "Sure, let's do this."
Things are quiet
I haven’t heard from the boss in a while. I can’t say I’m too worried though. I’ve been busy getting used to being a married guy. Hahahaha!
Wait, you got married? When did that happen, and to who?
Generational Interlude
“Do you?” Miyamoto’s face absolutely lit up. It was an answer she hadn’t expected. Maybe she and Giovanni were on better terms than she’d thought? Or perhaps it would just be the responsible thing for someone so high up to know Rocket history. Either way, this woman was pleased. Her words weren’t lost on this man.
Miyamoto had her wrists resting on her knees as she beamed at the Deino until Proton gave her his warning. Her attention returned to the Executive, and before she could confirm that she’d understood, Miyamoto could hear the sound of clashing teeth. Her head snapped back toward Jino and Miyamoto giggled, however there was a yellow-furred Eeveelution who wasn’t nearly as amused. A single paw moved forward, expression unchanged. When Jolteon realized that Miyamoto wasn’t harmed, however, a foot returned to its starting position, and it gave the dragon a small nod. Jino was fine. But he’d still be keeping his eye on her.
Jolteon’s watchful eyes were forced closed when Miyamoto patted him on the head repeatedly. While it humored her to watch Jolteon open and close his eyes with each pat, the real purpose was to get the electric dog to relax some. “Oh, you. There’s no need to be so protective, see? She’s under control.”
Her hand left Jolteon’s head and Miyamoto was standing again. “But worth it. Just be thankful she doesn’t burn. Rapidash gave me hell as a Ponyta.”
"Yeah. We get along pretty well." That was an understatement. Mercede practically preferred Proton over Giovanni in terms of son material. She had even gone so far as to say that Proton made a better heir for Team Rocket. But alas, it was not to be, and Proton was kicked back into his place (quite literally) by The Boss after his return.
"I meant to visit her over the holidays but I didn't get around to it." At least he had remembered to send her a package with a card and a few of his recipe in a jar gifts. When sending gifts to people who have everything they could want, homemade gifts were generally well received. That or alcohol. There was a bottle of Floaroma Town mead in that package too.
The Deino's attention turned to the Jolteon at that point. Jino sniffed and huffed at the other pokemon, and she continued to fidget in her spot. It was cute in its own way, like a puppy trying to contain its excitement after its been told to sit and stay. Except this puppy had a mouthful of razor sharp teeth and a bad attitude.
"Yeah, I've heard all about that. I've never trained a ponyta myself though." He looked down at the dragon pokemon. She had been a lot more antsy than usual. "With the way she's acting, I'm willing to bet she's close to evolving."
Generational Interlude
“Ahaha. No, I don’t imagine you would have.” And she was, in a way, glad for that. She might have been set up to be a legacy before, but since she went MIA after the Mew mission, she imagined rumors about her couldn’t have been too positive. So. What exactly would she tell the Executive? “In my prime, I was an Elite Agent under Mercede; one of the best.” Miyamoto tapped a finger on her chin. Something had hit her. “I assume you know of her, yes? The original founder of Team Rocket?” A shrug, and moving on… “Unfortunately, that specific career was cut short, and I left. Twenty years later, you could say I got sick of no one knowing where I was. When Giovanni found out I was around, he came to get my official resignation, but wouldn’t you know it? He offered me a job as the Game Corner manager instead.” The little laugh she added to the end made the whole story sound significantly less serious than it was. But this was a conscious decision on her part. A large part of moving on was making sure not to dwell.
That growl, though. It had Miyamoto smiling at the Deino as though it were an adorable small child. Actually, it was kind of refreshing to see a Pokémon so rearing to go. Jolteon didn’t seem the slightest bit off put by the dragon. In fact it was hard to tell if it’d even acknowledged Deino. Miyamoto did, however, and squatted down to pet Jolteon’s head while she addressed her directly. “You like to fight, hm? That’s excellent! Jolteon here’s my oldest, though. He’d give you quite the rough time.” Sure, he was calm enough, but this one was quite experienced in being ruthless, unlike some of the newer and more expressive members of Miyamoto’s modest party.
Proton's eyes widened slightly at hearing Mercede's name. He nodded. "Yeah, I know Mercede."
He listened to her story. Well, if she was one of the Madame Boss' top agents, then it wasn't all that big of a surprise that Giovanni was willing to let her come back. Every once in a great while the Boss tossed out a charitable act, this sounded like one of them.
Proton looked down at Miyamoto and his Deino when the woman knelt down. The little dragon sniffed towards Miya, huffing puffs of air at her.
"Yeah, she does. Careful, Jino likes to bite too." Proton had to make an adjustment to his uniform and get thicker gloves. His hands bore plenty of teeth marks underneath that fabric.
As if to prove his point, Jino snapped her teeth together but didn't go for Miyamoto.
"Hey, knock that off." Grumbled Proton as he nudged the Deino with his foot again. "She's not a grunt, treat her with some respect."
Jino fidgeted in frustration at getting nudged again, causing her to snap at Proton's boot and catching a mouthful of the steel toe. Proton wasn't fazed by this and shook the pokemon off with a quick jerk.
"She's a handful..."
suavespy started following you.
Well, hello there~
Name's Proton. Who're you?
Protocol For Proton: Giovanni and Proton
“No. Just be sure to work your hardest when you come back. We have big plans for next year” Giovanni replied. Persian continued to grin as he slipped his head under Giovanni’s hand to be pet. It was true. When January came around, he would be holding another meeting. He was willing to let those who had gone to Sinnoh sit this one out if they wished. However, he would be making sure Matori would give them them the accounts of what was going to happen.
Putting it simply, now with Sinnoh’s opposition gone, he had his eyes set on the next big target…
“You may go.”
Proton stood up and saluted to Giovanni. "I will, Boss."
"Uh, Happy Holidays and all that." He said before leaving the office. Proton was very glad he got out of there without any damage. That was great!
And after a bit of work, he was going to be free for the Holidays.
Generational Interlude
Proton’s unlucky victim probably didn’t feel any better if he’d caught the sound of the laugh Miyamoto failed to stifle. She opened her eyes in time to see the group take off. My, look at them go, she mused. Clearly this wasn’t the executive to mess around with. That said, Miyamoto didn’t exactly have a reason to fear him. So once she had his attention, she greeted Proton with a smile, the remnants of a humored expression still on her face.
“‘Proton’…” Ah, yes. She’d heard of him. The ‘cruel’ one, as demonstrated. “My pleasure. My name is Miyamoto. I don’t suppose I have a particular ‘title’ anymore.” Her attention slipped briefly toward the running Grunts. I’m not one of those, at least. That time has long passed.
"Miyamoto..." Proton tried to think if he had seen this woman before. She was obviously with Team Rocket for some time. She looked older and wasn't a grunt. Plus she didn't show any fear towards him.
"Sorry, can't say I've heard of you. Are you an Agent transferring from one of the other bases?" That was the only reason he could think of as to why he didn't know her.
With the grunt and his pokemon that they were beating up on gone, Proton's Deino ran over to his side. The little dragon sniffed at the air in front of her, smelling the Jolteon. She growled at the electric pokemon, but a tap against her side from Proton's boot stopped that. This wasn't a time to be fighting.
Protocol For Proton: Giovanni and Proton
“Good. I expect you at your best when you return Proton” Giovanni said. He’d be keeping an ear out for what exactly Proton would be doing. If he found out he was doing anything questionable with Mercede in town, he’d make sure his next office visit was similar to his last one.
But there was no need in telling Proton that. If he didn’t know that by now, that would be his own fault.
"Yes, of course. Is there anything else you need to discuss with me, Boss?"
Proton wasn't going to just excuse himself from Giovanni. As much as he would have liked to, that would have been rude.
While he waited for any further conversation or a dismissal he considered his options for the holiday... And void it to be rather devoid of anything. Proton hadn't heard any word from his buddy Archer since Sinnoh, and he hadn't seen the other Executives even before that. He also hadn't heard from Matori, which was disappointing.
Man, it was going to be a lonely Christmas. How boring.
Protocol For Proton: Giovanni and Proton
“Considering the hard work you and Sird have put in this mission, it would be foolish if you weren’t rewarded for your success and time spent in Sinnoh” Giovanni explained. Sinnoh, and more importantly, Team Galactic were now a part of Team Rocket. It was the first step to gaining a major foothold in conquering the other regions and their teams.
That however, would be discussed in January.
“You may go on a vacation” he said. “We will be having another Rocket meeting come January and I would be remissed if you were unable to attend. Do you have any questions?”
Proton nodded graciously, thankful for the reward. He needed some time to himself to clear his head and do some training with his pokemon.
"I need to catch up on my work here at base first. After the next week is over I'll take my vacation then, before the holiday."
Arceus knows the grunts would be happy to have another break from him so soon. He came back with a vengeance on them, pushing them to the limits in their physical training since they had gotten soft in his long absence. They were going to need some recovery time.
Protocol For Proton: Giovanni and Proton
Giovanni let Proton talk as Proton began to explain what he had found. While the mission had been slow, he had been doing his best to keep productive. Even if the mission hadn’t succeeded, Proton had still gathered a large amount of information. The prospects of the Game Corner, Slowpoke Tail sales, and even energy were valuable. Perhaps it would be good to mention what Proton said to Miyamoto when he had her appointment with her later.
“You’ve been keeping busy” he said. He stroked Persian, its red eyes still fixed on Proton. “And you’ve been very loyal this last mission.” There was silence again before he said “When was the last time you had a vacation?”
"Thanks, Boss." That was as close to getting a compliment he was going to get from Giovanni. Proton knew he had been treading on thin ice ever since the beginning of that mission, and he was glad his efforts to get back in the Boss' good graces had been noted. However, he wasn't expecting what came out of the man's mouth next. A vacation?
"I'd say... about a year." Was he really going to get one? Proton wasn't going to turn that down. The man was in need of one.
Generational Interlude
Miyamoto had built a habit of visiting the base if she was bored during the day. She wasn’t generally around the Game Corner while the sun was up. Rather, she worked when business was in full-swing; in the nighttime, when the sinners came out to play.
By her heels was an old friend: a Jolteon, who seemed cool and relaxed outside of its Pokéball. The pair nearly walked in step. That is, until Jolteon slowed and stopped walking altogether, distracted by some nearby sound.
Miyamoto noticed her partner’s absence in the immediate and stopped herself, looking over her shoulder at the Pokémon with curiosity written on her face. “What is it, Jolteon?”
A foreign sound had caught the spiky yellow Pokémon’s attention. And as Miyamoto watched its ears twitch, she began to listen herself, even though her ears weren’t as strong. She heard nothing. “Care to show me?”
Jooolteon… It took slow, deliberate steps at first, before speeding to a jogging pace. As the two continued on, Miyamoto picked up on the sound herself and cracked a smile. There was a trainer in their midst. Jolteon was hearing battle cries.
The two stopped a decent distance away, as not to impose. At first, it seemed as though they weren’t even noticed—probably for the best. Teooon. The electric type stretched, pushing its weight onto its hind legs, before standing back up again. Its job was done, and its curiosity sated. Although… Jolteon eyed the training Pokémon with an intense discerning look. Just what was that?
Although Miyamoto didn’t know the Pokémon off the top of her head, she did get the feeling that she recognized the trainer. Green-haired with a newsboy cap on… why yes! She knew the one. The magenta-headed woman stepped forward to make herself known, an amused smile on her face. “Ah, I’ve stumbled upon one of the Executives, am I right?”
With Proton's return to the base it was back to the basics for him. It also meant that vacation time was over for the grunts that worked under him. He could tell they had softened up after the nearly nine months he had been away. He felt he had too, but wasn’t going to tell anyone that.
Team Rocket’s cruelest Executive returned with a vengeance upon his company of grunts. His initial demeanor had been relatively calm when he first returned, but even in the small amount of time after his arrival something happened that set him off into a fury. There were plenty of whispered words in the halls that hinted at the possibilities. Perhaps he was upset because he had failed to capture the leader of the rival gang in Sinnoh, or he had gotten in trouble with Giovanni again for one reason or another, no one knew for sure. The reason didn’t matter because they were all suffering for it.
Miyamoto did indeed stumble upon Executive Proton while he was in the middle of training. There was a field dedicated not only to training in pokemon battle, but also in physical fitness of the trainers. Most of the grunts were being pushed to their limits in running laps, push-ups, pull-ups, etc. A smaller group was put through their paces in battle, both with pokemon and without. It was Proton’s style to use his pokemon to his own advantage in a fight, and he was demonstrating that to this group of grunts.
“Remember!” Barked the green haired Executive to the grunts that surrounded him. “Beating someone fairly in a pokemon battle is not what we’re here to do! Simply take out the trainer and you save yourself a lot of trouble!” There was a new pokemon by his side. It was a small, black and blue pokemon that was definitely not native to the region, and it fidgeted in anticipation. “Use your pokemon wisely!” With no further warning Proton slammed down the pokeball that was in his hand and released his Weezing. Once out, the pokemon opened up with a smog attack at one of the nearby grunts and his Raticate. Proton dashed into the smog, and with a whistle he commanded the Deino to follow in with him. They disappeared into the smog, and the confused shouts of the grunt and his pokemon were the only hints as to what was going on. That is until the other grunts were smart enough to use their Zubats to blow away the smog and reveal the aftermath. Sure enough, there was Proton pinning down the poor grunt with a boot to his chest and the Raticate doing its best to try to fight off the Deino.
Proton caught sight of Miyamoto approaching and decided to end the lesson there for now. “Not bad for starters, but you’re going to have to think and act faster than that next time.” He stepped off of the grunt and called off the dragon pokemon with another whistle. “That’s enough. Now all of you go run laps until the session’s time is up!” The grunts didn’t waste any time in getting away from Proton, which left him and his pokemon to greet Miyamoto.
“That’s right. I’m the one and only Executive Proton. Who might you be?”
Protocol For Proton: Giovanni and Proton
He continued to stare at Proton in silence. Staring at the man who he had stabbed through the hand what seemed like not too long ago. “Cyrus did get away, yes.” He replied calmly. “But you don’t need to worry. Not about him anyways.” He swiveled in his chair and stared out his window.
“When Sird was gathering back Team Galactic, there was the possibility Cyrus would come out of hiding. He was going to be the biggest obstacle when it came to my power in Team Galactic. Even if he did escape, we know he is out there. So we’ll make sure Charon is well equipped and we’ll be keeping an eye out for him if he does decide to poke his head out again.”
“So then my next question is this…do you feel you did your mission well? I do not mean as a whole. We certainly succeeded in our goal, even with Cyrus escaping. But what about your own performance?”
“My own performance…” Proton echoed, and carefully considered his response. He had plenty of time to pursue other goals in Sinnoh while Sird was busy. It would have done him no good if he had spent it doing nothing to aid Team Rocket. He had no intentions of coming out of Sinnoh empty handed.
“All things considered, I think I did alright. Not as productive as I hoped, but I didn’t come out of this with nothing.”
He didn’t hesitate in continuing in order to explain himself. “I decided to start with the basics first, and came to find out Sinnoh has no Slowpoke.” Ah, the old standby; his trademark Slowpoke tails. "I took the opportunity to garner interest in our product of Slowpoke tails since that business has been slow as of late.” It proved to be a very enjoyable time for Proton. He got to hobnob with top chefs and restaurant owners in Sinnoh, all the while touting the delicacy of Slowpoke tails by means of his mastery of cooking up dishes with it. “I’m happy to say that I got quite a few orders put in and it’s likely to grow once the word gets out.”
There were other things too, of course. “I also took a look at the Game Corner they had in Veilstone. I managed to get my hands on one of their slot machines for our people to look at. It’s easy to get a high payout real fast with their machine, but there’s a mini-game within it that might inspire our slot builders. I’m going to hand it off to them and see what they do with it.”
Proton frowned slightly, knowing that was pretty much all he had managed to get out of Sinnoh himself. “Overall, Sinnoh doesn’t have a whole lot going for it. Their biggest thing is their advances in energy technology. Looking into getting their stocks is more Archer’s thing than mine. Coal power, solar power, wind power… We’ve already tapped into their ‘brain power.’” He smirked and almost let out a chuckle, but he stopped short in front of the silent Giovanni.
“Ahem … They got some really great mead in Floaroma. I bought a couple bottles of the stuff, you interested in one?” Nothing wrong with trying to get the boss’ good side with a bottle of alcohol, right?