#exec pr0t0n

[undellabay-rp]

Hey, uh, I'd actually like to drop both Proton and Gold. I'm not feeling it anymore. Group roleplays just aren't my thing I guess :/

Ah, well that is how experiences go, is it not? You try it and you like it — or you try it and you don’t! But it was an experience nonetheless, and we hope you’d enjoyed it while you did. There’s no harm and no shame in saying goodbye, my friend. We’re glad you were here!

Consider Proton and Gold both dropped. Take care.

~ Rowlet-Mod

[echoesoforre]

Ice Stone

Ice Stone - How adaptable are you?

“Simply put: very. I’ve had to be, what with the things I’ve been through; I’d... probably be dead if I wasn’t.”

[medical-mishap]

Friend's a strong word. Either way, you're looking quite punchable right now.

“You reaaaaaaaaallly wanna be the one to explain to Master Giovanni why the organization’s premiere surgeon and physician‘s too busted up to do his job? I wouldn’t imagine so.”

[medical-mishap]

Don't tell the Boss, I swear to Arceus, Petrel. You looking for a fight?

“Heyyyyyyyy now, you wouldn’t hit a friend, would you?”

[mxgmatic-blog]

sirens - maxie & proton

Rocket. A scoff. What business do they have here, coming all the way to Hoenn? According to sources - the Red Orb. Maxie, in a position of power, issues a accordance that is to be heeded by every operative in and out of Hoenn - stop Rocket from obtaining the Orb. Said issuance is carried out by the admins, the very ones he trusts. Exhale. The migraines are getting worse each day, and sleep does not come easy.

He is alone in his chambers and flicks through the notes that adorn his shelves. Soon, they will have enough to get through to the Seafloor Cavern. Only Rocket’s ambition of domination was standing in their way. Where were the kids that came to stop them before in Johto? Why are they not here? Exhale. He rubs his temples. He tries to doze off. Failure.

Maxie soon finds himself exasperated at his inability to get any sleep and a quick check in the mirror reveals droopy eyes; thankfully the large glasses adorning his face obscures most of it. Popping some drinks into his body was all he could do at the moment before a grunt came rushing in, her face flushed and her body heaving.

“Sir, they’re on the western reaches of Mossdeep!” he startles, grabs the report from the grunt’s trembling hands. “Very well,” a devious smile plays on his lips, “I will meet them. Inform the others that this base is to be kept safe at all costs.”

“Yes, sir!”

Soon, he is at the location of the report. There are Rocket grunts everywhere. The populace is terrified and indoors. Some spot him and Feuer, his Camerupt, sweeps through what little opposition they put up.

Until he hears that.