「 Even without certain technological help, Proton had proven himself adept at managing to gather up enough data on certain places and people who managed to make a name for themselves. Call it a natural talent, but learning what he wanted to had always been a relatively easy task. He wanted to know who held the most influence, the most power, where were the best places to get away with what he wanted to, and so on. There was no Team Rocket here, no abundance of Pokemon for the taking, and so he was, quite plainly, out of a job.
A normal one and only a normal one would simply not do. He was a man of specific tastes and wants, and he would only be able to get those by certain means. Certain illegal means. Building a name for himself by himself in this sort of place would take lots of time and spent assets, and so it was obvious the best solution would be to do what he did before:
Join with somebody who could make it possible for him to do what he wanted without any worry. While he preferred being top dog, he was willing to take orders....to an extent. He had spent some time flipping through the gathered info, tossing aside whatever he deemed not worth it, and only after a while did one finally catch his eye. One last name and a sector, with one prominent figure who seemed to stand above many others. This was something he could work with.
It was a grubby place, but then again being a criminal came with the territory. Hopefully this individual would not adhere to the unsightly goings-on of the place he inhabited. That'd be a little more than simply distasteful. Inhumanly cruel as he was, he did have standards, thank you. For the whole while he was stuck walking through Sector 3, he simply opted to focus on his goal instead of paying any unnecessary mind to the goings-on around him.
The man himself did not disappoint, once Proton managed to finally find him. If the sharp, clean attire and overall appearance spoke anything, he would do. Reminded him of his old boss, but only time would tell if personalities matched up or were light-years apart. One gloved hand slides to his hip and he slowly eyes Roman up, shifting his footing. 」
So, you're Torchwick, then?
I've heard a lot about you.
