you might make it boy but by the skin of your teeth.

I rambled with the worst of them Saw the darkest hearts of men And I saw myself staring back again ____________________ Closed Rocket Executive Archer RP blog

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I’m going to have to drop my muse from the group. Wanted to apologize for people who were waiting on my replies- you’re all very talented and I enjoyed my time here! Hopefully my life slows down and I have some more free time to dedicate to writing, it is just not fair to hold a character I can’t give my 100%. Perhaps see you guys around, if not thanks again for having me. I loved roleplaying Archer with all the people I threaded with!

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just a little heads up,

we had our router break and I just came back from an anime convention so I have like not been active in a week and a half so I apologize profusely, will for sure do my replies tomorrow evening after work- just wanted to apologize to those waiting on me. I owe Wes, Gio, and Proton I believe. If I missed someone hmu! Sorry x.x

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Poke trapped

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echoesoforre:

Well, yes, one could say Wes was one of those stupid tourists interested in seeing the wreck of Route 44. After all, he was one week out of two in being a tourist holed up in Kanto at first, and week two, he’d figured, could be spent trying to figure out the life and luxury of the neighboring region of Johto; he’d only spent about thirty minutes in total there, to begin with, after having hopped on the wrong train in Saffron that very first day, and ending up in Goldenrod. His mistake. But here he was, a whole six days later, purposefully stepping onto that train and purposefully making his way to Goldenrod.

It’s progress. Another progression he had made was keeping himself up with the news provided there in the station as he’d stepped out, which only brazenly showed off helicopter footage of the blaze that had caught up that route, right before a cave of ice, and after a town called Mahogony, only a few days before. “Eyewitnesses claim a man clad in bright white, with pale blue hair single handedly destroyed the route with a single Mega Houndoom,” is what the reporter had, well, reported, and that others should take caution and contact authorities, rather than chance the possibility of coming across this fucker and getting themselves killed. Beware the cotton-candy-blue hair, stay out of danger, and keep themselves safe, or something like that. 

Made sense, sure, but fuck that.

So Wes had traveled his way to Mahogony Town (past the city Vance said he was from, and past a lake that overlooked a mountain called Mortar), and to this reported Route 44, sitting unassumingly past the unassuming town. And what the news had said was true: the place was… torched, to say the very least. Not that Wes had any prior knowledge of Johto to begin with - past the aformentioned train station in Goldenrod - but the place seemed awful, the dirt pitch-black in patches, the water so clear it might as well have been an oversized fish-tank. It held remnants of a past that was full of life, in the stray patches of tall grass that told the tale of Pokemon who used to live there, tree stumps which once bloomed in the leaves of summer and the seeds of spring, of brown, craggy rock faces which were the only survivors of this Mega Houndoom (what made it any different than a normal Houndoom, Wes could only guess at that point) and its trainer who made it cause this carnage. But now, the place was still. It was silent. It was… dead. He wandered cautiously around the area, investigating it for… what? As if the idiot responsible - Mr. Cotton Candy Hair - would actually show up to the same place he’d left in cinders? He supposed that it was just his greater sense of justice getting the best of him, that brought him there that night.

And it was here that, as Wes traveled and investigated this mess, he’d come across a patch of grass, and what appeared to be a dull gray rock there in the center of it - but it seemed so out of place, and just a tad too shiny to ever be just an average rock, sitting there, in the middle of a place with no gray rocks around it - they were all brown. What was Wes, a fucking moron? He inspected the ever-smooth rock a tad closer, squatting down beside it, and noticing the small pile of Pokemon food there beside it. 

Ah. So it was a trap laid here. Wes rose, scouring the area for any reason a Pokemon trap would be here to begin with - after all, there were no wild Pokemon to be seen after such a decimation of their land. Unless, well, that was the point. His eyes finally caught sight of a small glint of white hiding there in the bushes, and atop the fair skin that surrounded it was the smallest inclinations of pale blue hair. “Y’know, I gotta say, whatever this shit is looks… pretty interesting, to say the least. I have no idea what the fuck it’s gonna do, and I’m obviously not gonna be the one that steps on it to find out, but I know a trap when I see one - prior experience and all that. So why don’t you come out and meet me face-to-face, huh? I don’t think you’re gonna get any prizes out of this thing tonight.”

Silence was broken by single desperate gusts of wind that tossed what remained of the foliage. The wind rolled past Archer, it smelt like ash and despair and he grins to himself, eyes fixed forward- obscured in the darkness. There was a sick sense of accomplishment that swelled in the depths of his heart, success had been a taste he hadn’t had in some time and it was sweet.. so sweet. The dozen or so grunts that he had recruited for himself were impressed, he heard their whispers of disbelief. ‘Archer’s Houndoom is so powerful it almost wiped out an entire route in a single attack.’ It gave them purpose, and their dedication was renewed. The Rocket cocks his head, strands of pale blue obscuring his view. An intruder- a curious one at that. A discerning eye made out a few details. Not someone Archer had ever interacted with before, but he knew of him. The runaway anti-hero, here in the flesh.. quite a ways from the Orre region. A chuckle escapes Archer, the noise is low and tumbles from his thin lips. He kept his surprise concealed- though it made sense Wes had noticed him and the trap. If it had been anyone else, this would have been a done deal. Dry grass crunches under his boots, and he parts the wall of trees that were left in tact from earlier in the week. “My my...” Archer muses, sounding almost bored. “Such a disrespectful way of introducing yourself to a stranger, hm?” He takes slow, purposeful steps into the clearing, pointing with his index finger down at the silver disk, not breaking eye contact from Wes. “I figured someone would be foolish enough to scope out the area. Figured it’d be a perfect time to test out Team Rocket’s latest contraption. This disk extends upwards and cages whatever Pokemon is curious enough to get close. It is made from a special alloy that reflects energy back.. meaning if something inside were too struggle, it would knock itself out.” He shrugs, passing a hand through his hair. “Though I will not count this as a factor in my experiment.. I think it’s safe to say that you’re.. quite the outlier when it comes to data collecting, hm?”

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“Boss.” The grunt knelt before Archer, who, after a moment of thought, swiveled in his seat to face her. 

“Hm?” A noise of interest leaves him.  “Suicune has been spotted heading towards Mt. Silver.” Ah. Silence meets the Grunt’s prompt. Archer nods, almost disinterested and the female grunt exits as quickly as she had entered. There had been.. something stirring, the air felt off lately.. like it was hiding something- and it seemed this was just that something. Never one to waste time, Archer grabs a thick, black, wool shawl to go over his suit before closing his laptop. 

______________________________________________ Honchkrow was a dependable flier. The travel time between his current hideout in Olivine city to route 28 hadn’t been too long. The beasts were quick, agile.. afraid, maybe? They seemed to leap and travel from place to place so haste was not a choice. Touching ground in the route he found nobody of interest here, a couple trainers scouring the route and battling.. but nothing of importance. Again, there was that same feeling of unease he had noticed earlier, the air seemed heavier.. full of energy and secrets. There did not seem to be any evidence of Suicine being here save for the energy around.. No foot prints.. no frost on the grass... hm.. With that, Archer delved into the mountain the route hid, figuring Suicune had likely already moved on.  Mount Silver was not newcomer friendly. Because of the route itself being so difficult to navigate, most of the Pokemon in these mountains were powerful- undisturbed by trainers that were too smart to venture into a mountain for nothing. Truly, what did this mountain house? Save for rumors of a powerful trainer hiding atop it’s peak, Archer believed nothing... perhaps a Suicune though? He wasn’t sure how long he had been in there, only noticing his fatigue when the air grew colder. He had climbed up higher, while still being inside, old rickety ladders and bridges aiding in his travel. Archer’s travels bring him to a breach in the cave, cold blue eyes notice beads of snow flickering near the entrance. He tugs his shawl a bit tighter before stepping outside. The moon shone bright white against the dark sky, no artificial lights to mask the view. It was breath taking in a sense, but Archer was not one to stop and smell the roses.

He takes several, cautious steps forwards, snow dusting his hair and shawl. A glance down shows.. nothing, save for smothers of green and an artificial yellow glimmer signaling the poke center on the route. Above, outcrops covered in snow. Had he been too slow? This seemed like a promising venture.. perhaps Suicune was higher up on the mountain? Sighing to himself, Archer continues on the path, doing his best to ignore the cool air that surrounded him.. Hopefully said path would lead him back inside the mountain and away from the cold. 

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mun post

I owe replies to Wes, Gio, and a thread for clair. Sorry, busy busy weekend. And I’m currently getting over a head cold, I’ll get to my replies tomorrow night. I hate working 4pm to 2 am.. lmao.

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Poke trapped

Archer had turned a long forgotten abandoned mining warehouse in Olivine city into a temporary home for himself, and some of the other Rocket Grunts. Some of these grunts Archer had tracked down and kept tabs on during the second disbandment of Team Rocket. Others were new hires, brought in from his temporary time in Kalos.  Entry was strict, and the rules of the abode were almost more strict. Lazily, he glanced at one of the televisions stationed in his office. Service was almost nonexistent, and it took a keen ear to make sense of the reporters through the static and flickering white. ‘Officials have linked the destruction of Route 44 to a resurgence of Team Rocket members. Eye witnesses claim a man clad in bright white, with pale blue hair single handedly destroyed the route with a single Mega Houndoom. Officials urge anyone that has some information to get a hold of your local authorities.’

A grin graces his features. Seems everything was going as planned. He remembered the altercation as if it was yesterday, though admittedly it had been a week or so. An acquaintance of sorts had foolishly disregarded Archer’s limitless patience, and so a scene was to be made. Houndoom, with the use of Mega Evolving and his incredible solar power ability, had not only blasted every droplet of water out of the lake, but he had nearly cleared out most of the foliage with a single Fire Blast. The rest of the trees and surrounding terrain had burnt itself into nothing more than scorched earth and black dust through the night. What did Johto officials plan to do? Surely a team of water Pokemon were working to refill the lake.. and Archer wouldn’t be surprised if a separate team of grass Pokemon were working to restore the damage. But would the wild Pokemon return? Had they been too scared- if they had even made it out alive? Archer pauses, turning his visage to the night as he steps out of his lack-luster establishment. Good criminals always returned to the scene of the crime, and that’s just were his Honchkrow planned to bring him. Archer had a specific plan, one that could only be carried out through the blanket of and silence of night. ---- Besides a few tourists that were interested in seeing the wreck (Some believed this a publicity stunt by Johto officials, others doubted it had truly happened at all.. most were scared that Team Rocket could honestly be back.) route 44 was understandably dead. Perfect. Stunt number two was a-go.  Archer had been right, the route was being put back together. The lake had been filled again, the water a bit too clear for anyone to believe it was created naturally. Like his last visit here, Archer wore his signature white suit, and when he caught his reflection in the Pokemon-less water, he noted briefly it was almost as eye catching as the moon above.  A clearing in the route was his current plan for action. There was nothing specific about it, and perhaps that in itself made it suspicious, hm? One of the scientists Archer had threatened convinced to come back to Team Rocket had been working on a shock trap. It was a small dull grey plate that fit neatly in a small backpack Archer was currently wearing. He sets the plate under the moonlight, in a too green patch of grass that had obscured said plate that, in the dull light, looked more like a large skipping rock than anything malicious. His plan was simple. He was waiting in the surrounding trees, perfectly obscured, patiently eyeing the area his trap was placed. A single helping of Pokefood had been placed near the shock trap. When a foolish Pokemon had caught scent of the food, Archer figured they would fall right into the trap. Once activated, the trap would release a extremely strong paralyzing shock. Once paralyzed, the trap would extend bars of a special bio-engineered carbon upwards, and form another ‘plate’ shape. Not only trapping said Pokemon in the trap, but leaving them more or less vulnerable due to their current status. The special engineered material the trap was made out of was created to store energy from attacks, and reflect it back into the trap- meaning any Pokemon that struggled to free themselves would end up hurting themselves. Thankfully the route was free from wild Pokemon, most probably too afraid of what had happened earlier in the week to attempt living here again. Perfect. Perhaps a trainer and their partner Pokemon would be caught in his web.

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Kinky

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what if you fucked proton so hard he forgot about his love for clair

“what’s a Clair.”

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ohh you want to 'punish' proton huuuh? ;)

“You have no idea how badly I want to put him in his place.”

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irracundia:

radiotowerbust replied to your post: “if I were dating you… We’d have the most angsty…

“Don’t worry Proton, we both know that I am far too good for you to get involved with on that kind of level… /snicker”

He rolled his eyes. “Too good? Please. You have to be joking. You don’t seriously think you’d be worth my time at all, do you?”

“Lance, don’t embarrass yourself in front of all these people. Not only am I completely confident in my previous statement, but I now feel the need to add that if I hear any sort of repeated disrespect; i’ll be forced to punish you... and I think it goes without saying you know just what that entails, hm? It’d be a shame if I suggest you get.. replaced with a grunt who’s been showing promise...”

“Back to being a petty street criminal with you... And by Arceus would we hate to see that, wouldn’t we..? After-all, I know we’re all you have.”

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"If we were dating...I'd probably question why we were since we know nothing about each other..."

“Yes hello, international police? There’s a small irritating child who keeps harassing me. Yes, please be quick.”

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If I were dating you I'd literally kill myself.

“Rumors have surfaced that you have been.. quite distracting to some key Rocket members… Allow me to save you the time and effort- I’ll be q u i c k.”

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if I were dating you I'd be dating Giovanni too. like have you seen him he's so d r e a m y

“Aheh…Giovanni and I keep our personal matters to ourselves.. Time is truly money. “plusiamalreadyhisfavoritesobye

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If I were dating you, we'd probably only last a couple of days before we decided that we couldn't stand each other.

“Awfully arrogant of you, anon.. To even imply I would be interested in you longer than a single hour... Let alone a couple days..”

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giovanni voice if i were dating u id tell the whole world

“W-..would that be the safest thing, Boss...”

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send me “if i were dating you” anons