#anathemaniacal

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"Grandpa!!!"

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anathemaniacal replied to your post:uR DISBANDIN TEM RACKET AGEN HOW COUD U - archer

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rocketgruntette replied to your post:uR DISBANDIN TEM RACKET AGEN HOW COUD U - archer

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"Did I say something wrong?"

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anathemaniacal replied to your post:do you need a spongebath old man

I’d be wILLING TO VOLUNTEER TO GIVE YOU ONE SIR

not sure if sarcasm or serious suggestion

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anathemaniacal replied to your post:[kISSES]

(( Archer has fallen rip Archer ))

((goodnight, sweet prince))

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"Archer, I must say it would be convenient if the Team Rocket had these "Nap Rooms" as well. You know... uh... for...erm... b-beauty sleep, of course...?"

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Anathema Indeed || Silver & Archer

It had been a few days since his return from his trip to Sinnoh, and now that Silver and all of his pokemon had rested up, he figured now was as good a time as ever to treat himself to a bit of a reward for his little excursion. He strolled casually into Goldenrod, looking to head towards a few of the different vendors so that he could grab some provisions as well as a few treats, not just for him but for his pokemon as well.

He popped out of one of the smaller shops in town munching on a ragecandybar he had bought when he saw a sight that made him stop in his tracks. Of all the people that Silver could ever possibly run into, there were only two others in the entire world that he dreaded meeting more than the man he saw now: Archer, the current ‘leader’ of team rocket.

And he was having such a nice day, too.

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♡ Be Mine, Valentine ♡ || Archer / Jupiter

The night was young, and dozens upon dozens of cheery, wide-smiled and bright-eyed people milled about the streets, their conversations buzzing through the air like a swarm of Yanma.  It was Valentine's Day, and the colorful and exuberant Nimbasa City was hosting one of its biggest celebration events of the year.  Everywhere the eye could see there were couples lacing their fingers together, partners arm in arm, and lovers kissing under romantic candlelight.  The woman smiled a forced smile--to be happy for them and to truly wish them bliss was difficult, but not impossible.

So much had changed in the past few months, so much was different, new, unknown.  She was a free woman now, free from Sinnoh's cold climate, and finally, after years of service, free from Galactic.  To have stayed in that country would have been disastrous; to have stayed with Galactic would have been catastrophic.  Though Saturn had remained at the helm to create a whole new image for the company, she could not.  The woman formerly known as Commander Jupiter was now on her own; she had no identity other than her name, her true name.  Rosalyn Maurois.  That was who she used to be--who she was now.  The name was foreign on her tongue.

Moving away from the crowded intersection and heading towards one of the many 'make-up tents' reserved for women to replenish their beauty products, Rosalyn went inside to secure a space in front of the mirror.  Time was not the only thing that had changed--her appearance had, too.  No longer was her hair chained to that unsightly double-bun, no longer was the long portion of her bangs short: her magenta hair was now wavy and cascaded over her shoulders like the mantels of ancient Romans.  What remained of her former identity was her fringe, something that was as natural to her as the color of her eyes.  Rosalyn frowned and smoothed out her dress, adjusting the dark purple belt at her waist.

It is time, I suppose.  With a sigh, she moved away from the mirror, allowing a much younger and more frantic young woman to have her space.  The celebration was the main reason why she chose Nimbasa: invited the week prior by a charming young man she happened to be seeing, Rosalyn accepted his offer as his date for this romantic evening.  And here she smiled; the evening would be delightful, she decided.  Too long had she been listless, too long had she been without mirth.

The descending sun now kissed the earth the way a mother kissed her child; in a wondrous mixture of purples and oranges--so similar to that evening, she thought regretfully--the sky met the stars in a tender embrace.  How beautiful life could be.  How monstrous.  Rosalyn kept walking, keeping the former in her thoughts until she reached the decorated fountain.

She waited for an hour, checking the time on her new X-Transceiver.  He was late.  Sitting down on the cool marble ledge, she crossed her legs and frowned, turning her body slightly to peer at the streaming water.  No, this would not do.  The woman turned back around and glanced at each lone male who walked past: none were familiar.  Rosalyn knew better than to hope further; she knew when she was stood up.  How silly of me to assume, she thought sourly, tearing her eyes away from the crowd.  I am not as I was. 

The woman did not notice the soft padding of footsteps that made its way to her: the splishing of the fountain's running stream voided most sounds.  But then a voice was speaking, gentle and questioning.  Was she lonely?  Rosalyn looked up at the speaker--a man with short teal hair looked down at her with an expression she couldn't quite place.  "I am fine," she said with a feigned but believable smile, waving her hand dismissively.  "Your worry is unnecessary.  I was just leaving."  

She stood up but found that the man wouldn't move: he tilted his head slightly and spoke again, this time more statement than question.  He offered his arm and suggested they see the fireworks--he, too, was by himself, and on a day like today, a date was customary.  Rosalyn relented with a slow closing of her eyes before looping her arm through his.

"Thank you, darling," she said to him as they began their walk.  "I believe I would have regretted missing the show."

[supertrainer-cannon]

Making Friends (And Enemies) || Cannon & Archer

Just two hours ago, the sun rose from the east and for the first time in months, Cannon woke up in a warm, comfortable bed. Of course, he wasn't the only one- his best friend Moonlight was there as well! The umbreon, despite being a distinctly nocturnal pokemon sub-species in general, loved the mornings just as much as she loved nights. The two got ready for the day and finally left the lovely hotel they'd been in, in Saffron City. Fast-forward to the current moment, and they were enjoying the sunny weather on Route 8. The trainer and his companion were doing a little bit of training. A few minutes before, the teen ran a distance marked by two lines (like a 40 meter dash), and timed himself. To the delight of Moonlight, he'd given her a rare candy to increase her abilities before they trained her for speed. It wasn't too long ago that they were chased by angry primeape and the pokemon barely outran the boy. Cannon stood at the finish mark, trusting Moonlight to not cheat at the starting line. "3.. 2... 1... GO!" The trainer called across the "track" to signal that he was starting the timer as he outstretched an arm for the black beauty to tag so he could push the timer correctly. He watched her dash faster than he'd ever seen her move before; the rare candy must have put her passed a milestone. Entranced at the umbreon's grace, Cannon had absolutely no time to react to the fact that she misinterpreted his outstretched arm as a signal that he'd catch her. They both hit the ground hard, but almost immediately after started giggling, before laughing to their lungs' full capacity. As much as the trainer loved moments like this with Moonlight, his mind was elsewhere. Particularly, his mind was focused on the rumbling in the tall grass. Cannon and Moonlight both were focused on it, actually. Eventually, a pokemon emerged, and in an instant, a brown-pink blur tackled the umbreon clear across the field. The teen quickly climbed to his feet, ready to give his companion a command when he noticed she and what he now identified as a vulpix laughing happily. His mood lightened just as quickly as it'd darkened, as he scratched the back of his head and made way to the two. "Hey Moonlight, looks like you made a friend... err.. a friend made you." Cannon took a knee and reached out to the elegant creature- palm up, to let it know that he was also friendly. The pokemon seemed friendly... until it's expession changed and it nearly bit the boy's hand right off. "OWWWWWWWW." As the trainer childishly flailed around in pain, both the vulpix and Moonlight laughed at him. That was a first for his companion- any other day she would have rushed worriedly over to him and licked his wounds. She must have really liked the vulpix, so despite its obvious disdain towards Cannon, he'd try to catch it for Moonlight to have a friend of her own species. The male was persistent, trying again to make friends with the pokemon, this time keeping his hands to himself. "Hey Vulpix, wanna come with us? You could play with Moonlight every day if you did." Both pokemon noticeably perked up, although it showed less on the fox pokemon's features, as it was still acting coldly to the trainer. He tried to smile, to be reassuring, and set a pokeball in front of it so it could make a decision for itself. It made one alright. The wild vulpix used 'double kick' right in Cannon's face. Despite the extreme headache and lack of feeling in his jaw, the super-trainer was in awe. He didn't know that vulpix could learn double kick. In fact, they usually couldn't! It must have been a very special pokemon for it to be able to use that move. Stunned and still in pain, Cannon sat back as he watched the two pokemon nuzzle each other before the vulpix began to take it's leave and Moonlight began to return to her companion. "Hey, you don't have to let Vulpix leave, girl. Let's see if we can't just get her to come along for the ride." The boy smirked, sure that this time he would actually be able to capture the pokemon he was after.

Cannon stood, with a confidence and determination that he usually only had during  intense battles. This was it, the biggest do or die moment in his journey so far. He had to catch vulpix because he could see in Moonlight's eyes for the short time they were together that it was brightening up her day, and she deserved that everyday. The teen picked up the pokeball and put it back in his pocket, swapping it for an ultra ball- one of the few he'd really saved up for. He took his aim and with complete concentration, threw it with perfect accuracy. He would have this vulpix in the bag. ....Except he didn't. The ball landed right on the ground, cracking in half right where the pokemon should have been. Vulpix had disappeared right before his eyes. He went over to inspect, and found something strange. Not only was the broken ultra ball there, another ball, perfectly in tact sat next to it. "What the hell....?"