Slowpoke tails

Proton | Team Rocket Executive | 24 I advise you to be very afraid of what is to come! I spare no one when it comes to the plans of Team Rocket. You will be removed." { Indie HG/SS Gameverse Lace/Proton }

[slowpoke-snatcher]

Information | { goingapricorn }

[goingapricorn]

"Proton I'm quite disappointed in you," the young man tsked, lowering his arm somewhat. "Did you really forget how well trained Matches is? Even from on the porch he could shoot a precise enough ember to do exactly as I'm threatening. I may not be able to see, but I assure you his vision is perfect."

The typhlosion rumbled a bit as if in agreement, watching the man and his pokemon carefully. Gold smiled, adding; "And let's face it. You've been sent here to retrieve these documents specifically. You and I both know, that even if there are alternatives to getting he information they contain it won't be the same."

[slowpoke-snatcher]

"You underestimate me and treat me like an idiot. When you simply hold something in the air when your Pokemon isn't near you of course I'm going to question what you are doing. Nothing you do is clear enough to understand but you are blind so your way of showing things may be a little different." Proton shook his head and started walking towards Gold anyways. The threat didn't mean much to him; it wasn't such a big deal in his eyes. 

"Go ahead, do it. The alternatives are much more fun than pieces of paper. You can destroy it, it won't be me that will be angry that you've ruined a message for someone else." The executive looked towards his Crobat and it moved by his side along with his Houndoom. "You've bored me." 

[rockettogrunt-blog]

"I didn’t intend to cause a ruckus. I usually don’t, actually. It was a case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time."  The Grunt responded as she followed behind Proton as they made their way through the city. Before she knew it, they were in a quiet area once more. A sigh of relief slipped past her lips.   "I shouldn’t be congratulated, sir. Not when I was caught in the middle of the steal."  She really had wanted to accept the praise from her superior, however just didn’t deem it right for how the situation played out.

[slowpoke-snatcher]

"No one intends to cause ruckus, that's normal. Just accept the compliment or don't, doesn't matter to me." Proton stopped and looked behind them, nodding when satisfied that they hadn't been followed. With the winding paths in the city it was easy to get lost but easier to lose someone else. It was a thief's paradise. 

"You didn't get the Pokemon you caught taken from you so thats a win in my book." Proton looked at his wristwatch then to the grunt. "Who are you?" 

[slowpoke-snatcher]

ooc: I lost any ideas I had for a real starters... shame.

[azurill]

By 倖＠ついった on Pixiv

[slowpoke-snatcher]

"My slowpoke has taken a habit to traveling my climbing and clinging onto me." Proton looked up at the Slowpoke that was sitting on his shoulders, "It's so stupid... why do I like it?" 

[fuckyeahpokevillains]

green-haired pretty boy showdown

[rockettogrunt-blog]

The grunt tipped her head down, purposely making a point to hide her gaze under the brim of her cap. She was annoying him, that much she could tell.  ”The notable Pokemon out of the bunch are the Marowak, Seadra, Skamory and Dragonite. They look as if they have been well trained and cared for. There are more, but as you said, on the run and all.”  The grunt stuffed the pokeballs into a bag since she had the chance to at the moment.  

[slowpoke-snatcher]

"I would be impressed if we needed Pokemon. You know we are on the down low so why cause a ruckus?" Proton started walking past the buildings on the dirt road that weaved between the city. He knew exactly where to go to get away from the police not that it was a hard thing to do. "Congratulations on a steal, I guess. I am suppose to be supportive to the insufferable subordinates we have." 

[abelladxnna-archive-deactivated]

Interrogation (closed rp with slowpoke-snatcher)

The first thing she felt as she finally came to was her head pounding as if a rock had hit her. She shook her head lightly, trying to recollect just what the hell happened before she blacked out. Her senses were still blurred but she kept quiet, not wanting to let whoever was here to realize that she was awake. She began to become fully conscious, slowly realizing that she was tied to a chair, in some barren room with very little lighting, her wrists bound behind her and her ankles tied to the legs of the chair.

Well shit.

Slightly raising her head, she could see her scarf and her sidepack had been tossed into a corner. She didn’t carry much around with her, just some cash she stole, her throwing knives, her paralytic poison darts…and her Pokemon. She almost stopped breathing but relaxed, remembering that her Pokemon were able to escape from their capsules on their own in dangerous situations. She prayed to Arceus that they were alright. She knew at least her Gengar was nowhere near, not sensing the ghost’s distress.

Sitting up, she saw a man standing with his back turned towards her. Perhaps he had been waiting for her to wake up. Well here she was, fully awake and not at all pleased to be in this situation. She’d been in worse and she wasn’t too worried on how to escape. She just knew it was going to take a while, it will be difficult, and even painful. After some contemplation, she finally whistled.

[slowpoke-snatcher]

It was rare that the Team Rocket headquarters was infiltrated by someone. The last time that this happened was with the twerps that foiled their plan. This... this was something of it's own. A woman, a thief, snuck into their building under the guard of grunts. It wasn't remarkable to get past a couple of grunts but the fact that Proton himself had to knock her out was the part of surprise. 

The executive walked into the room along with his Houndoom, Gliscor, and Umbreon. He moved towards her bag and picked it up, shuffling through it while giving hums of approval at what was inside. "If you're wondering about your friends, your Pokemon, they are sealed away. They're in special containers that keep the stolen Pokemon we take from breaking out. You wont be seeing them." Proton carried the bag to the table pulling out the items in it and setting them down. 

"Why did you come here? If you even remember where you are. That and who are you?" 

[slowpoke-snatcher]

Old habits die hard | Open

Binoculars lowered from green eyes as Proton stared at a target in the distance. There was no need to take Pokemon but he couldn't help but spot one in particular. It wasn't one he was familiar with but it seemed like something he would like for his own. A shiny Pokemon pranced happily around it's trainer, unknowing that it was become the focus of a thief. 

Proton looked around then started down the hill he was sitting on. The trainer was at a park a ways away but was alone. The thieving would be easy, this would easily be considered grunt work but as people say, old habits die hard. 

[slowpoke-snatcher]

"It started snowing and now it's too cold." Proton looked outside the Pokecenter window as he sat playing a videogame. Sure it might be strange seeing a Team Rocket Executive participating in a local gaming event held at a Pokemon center but he had hobbies too. "I didn't think it would actually snow.."

[fuckyeahpokevillains]

[slowpoke-snatcher]

Splicing interest | jubilifelabs

Splicing or genetic engineering, whatever they're deciding to call it now and days, caught the attention of the Team Rocket Executive. The possibilities that could be created by combining different Pokemon Genes with each other successfully. Imagine combining captured legends together to create an ultimate. Those ideas led Proton to a lab, it wasn't one he heard of nor did he really care but they studied what he wanted here. 

Without any thought he pushed through the doors waltzing right in, ignoring the secretary at the door or the people giving him stares and went directly to a table. The words on the papers about genetic splicing was confusing to him but it didn't stop him from reading but help would be nice. He turned to face the researchers that had gone back to work and eyed someone for help. "Anyone? Really? This is how you treat guests."

[imposing-flare]

I need more pokemon blogs to follow

OOC: My dash lacks pokemon roleplayers. I need some— so reblog this so that I can go and check out your blog. ALSO if you know of any, please message me/link me to them. If you could do this- i’d be very thankful.

[rockettogrunt-blog]

She wanted to protest and correct him. Tell him that there were Pokemon in the Pokeballs. Something told the grunt that her superior wouldn’t care anyways.  He had after all, just assumed that she was stupid enough to put her neck on the line for some useless and empty Pokeballs. “I’m… sorry, Sir.” The grunt apologized.

[slowpoke-snatcher]

"For the love of- Stop looking so sad. If you've got something to say then say it. The only thing I hate more than stupidity is stupid people with no spine." He looked down at the grunt with a frown set on his face. Sure he was the cruelest and scariest member of Team Rocket, excluding Giovanni, but he wasn't going to make a girl sad. "Speak what you have to then lets go. You are on the run after all." 

[slowpoke-snatcher]

Caught in the Act | trainingwings

[trainingwings-deactivated201402]

Figures the suggestion would not work. When would a criminal willingly walk out of a protected building into what very well could be a trap. It had been worth the try to solve this peacefully, or at least with the minimal amount of danger to the sages. 

Falkner stayed in the spot he was standing though, even after being told to leave. He would not leave so easily after getting himself into this mess. There was also something about the statement this man made… ‘You’re not of any use by yourself anyways’. Falkner could take on a single man. He moved a hand to lay on a pokeball. 

He was addressed again, but maybe this man knew what could happen as he didn’t turn to face Falkner. Instead he just stood. Falkner needed the culprit to turn and face him. 

Falkner kept his voice calm, and ignored the insults that were being thrown at him. Instead he suggested something else, it didn’t need to be accepted at this point, however.

"Then why not come up with me to another level of the tower?" The only entrance was in sight of this man, this might seem slightly more reasonable.

[slowpoke-snatcher]

Proton turned to face Falkner, his demeanor was calm and unconcerned. He wasn't worried about the situation at hand. He'd simply get his information and leave. That's all he wanted anyways. Having to do things forcefully was a waste of his time and it took far too much effort than required. He sighed and placed his hands on his hips, "If only people didn't try to play the hero. You know how quickly this would have gone? He was about to spit it out then you came." 

Taking a few steps ahead towards Falkner, Proton eyed him down. "Really now, I don't want to fight. All I want is a little information. Then I wont have to cause anyone any harm or go after another group of people. I have some morals you know and going after a group of ladies isn't something I want on my conscience." Proton started walking around the gym leader; circling him like a vulture zoning in on it's prey. 

"I don't think you understand. I don't have any need to speak to you. I am flattered that you are persistent in spending quality time with me but look, you and me... its just not working out." He stopped directly in front of Falkner a smug smile set on his face. "So, you've heard what I want and what I don't want to do. Now you just run along so I can get my work done. You don't need to be the savior, no one will judge you."

[slowpoke-snatcher]

"I'm not entirely sure why there are more civilians crowding. There were some yesterday but today it's ridiculous." Proton stared at the group disdainfully and turned his eyes away. "Don't they have lives or something important to do other than loitering?" 

[slowpoke-snatcher]

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Its a little past 1:30 in the morning. I should sleep.