Proton needs a short hiatus, please :>
Of course! One semi-hiatus comin’ right up! I’ve got you marked down until December 10th, but if you need more time just let me know. Enjoy your break!
~ Manectric-mod
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Proton needs a short hiatus, please :>
Of course! One semi-hiatus comin’ right up! I’ve got you marked down until December 10th, but if you need more time just let me know. Enjoy your break!
~ Manectric-mod
Please Welcome Proton!
Here’s the blog! Make sure you follow him!
~Helper-San
Executive Proton, reporting.
Wow, that sure was snappy! I guess that’s why Giovanni keeps you around! So reliable! Now if only the other executives were around. Oh well, you’ll be an example then! The pinnacle of executiveness! The kind of Team Rockeet member everyone should hope to be!
Now, for your first task, you should follow everybody on the masterlist!
~Helper-San
A Chance Meeting | Leaf & Proton
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How long has it been since she actually enjoyed gambling at the casino? It's been years since she done yet the moment her hand touched the slots it was like she was that ten year old again. Using her magic luck to win coin upon coins for her own uses. Her persian letting out a pleased purr as the money kept rolling in and they had gathered spectators. This was how she actually obtained her Dratini now that she remembered.
"Seems we're still blessed by lady luck~" Leaf chimed, her eyes gleaming with delight as they won jack pot for the third time today. Many spectators were shocked and shouting things but she paid no mind. Getting some bags she began to put all the coins in with the help of her pokemon eager to cash in. Wondering just what kind of prizes this place had.
"Hopefully hehe with this much cash we are bound to get something good." The young woman piped earning a meow from the feline as they did their thing. Slinging the large bag over her shoulder she goes to walk out. The Persian also helping with some bags trailed closely behind as they ignored everyone. Of course seeing as they were more focused on what they could get they were unaware of their path. Accidentally bumping into a certain male and dropping her cash coins.
"Shi-" She cursed as she tried to grab it only for the bag to make a loud clash as it fell. Thankfully most of them hadn't fall out though some had rolled away. Prompting her greedy feline eyes to widened and go chasing after them, while it's trainer -not to worried about the pokemon as it always comes back- was trying to get the coins still near by into the bag. Her gaze looked up at the person she bumped into with a slight glare as she spoke.
"The least you could do is help me pick up the coins, instead of staring."
I-Is that you...? [ Lyra & Proton ]
Lyra roamed the streets of Olivine City, searching for something that she couldn't put her finger on. It was raining heavily, and all she had was a small dank umbrella that barely served it's purpose. Her Pokemon were secured in their balls, and she did her best to keep them dry. She had been to this city a thousand times, yet with all this rain you could barely see a foot in front of you. She sighed and wiped the water from her forehead, before carrying on toward the light that shone up in the sky. The lighthouse was working again, so maybe she could take shelter there.
She hurried along, doing her best not to step in the large puddles that could drown someone. Realizing that her shoe was filled with water she bent down to remove it, shaking out all signs of moisture before putting it back on her foot. As soon as she looked up and began to walk she bumped right into someone, which sent her flying onto the ground. "O-Oh I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed, her face turning bright red. Her ponytails hung in wet knots on her shoulders as the rain drenched her even more now.
When she looked up she wasn't met with a stranger... It was Proton. But wait... he wasn't dressed up like a Rocket? She hadn't seen him for some time now.. and now... this? This was strange. She sat there on the ground as they made eye contact, not knowing what to say. "I-I... uh..." was all she could manage. "....Proton?"
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Silver can't stand Proton. He finds him to be the least tolerable of the Rocket Executives, and thinks he's overly obnoxious and self-absorbed. He hasn't heard from any of the executives since Team Rocket disbanded for a second time, but he certainly couldn't care less about Proton's whereabouts. Part of him hopes they never meet again, and the other wants to see him one more time just to punch him in the face.
Dance Party || Serena & Proton
With the way Serena looked at that moment, standing up there on that makeshift stage in clear sight, the reason for her success in the modeling world was as clear as day.
Her blond hair was pulled over her right shoulder with a beaded, flower hair ornament used to keep the airy, supple waves in place. Her side bangs were curled slightly to accent her face, while her turquoise colored eyes seemed to pop out against the light coating of makeup used to enhance her natural beauty. Silver accessories, a pair of chandelier earrings and a locket necklace, were used to compliment the silky material of her icy blue colored dress -- which hugged her figure in a complimenting way. Fair skin seemed to glow beneath the artificial stage lights, giving the young woman a radiant shine that easily caught the attention of nearby onlookers.
'I'm starting to feel a bit nervous ...'
Peeking out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that Lumiose's Centrico Plaza had become quite packed. Ladies and gentleman conversed quietly together in all their best finery, hardly contained excitement for the up and coming public ball making the atmosphere feel light and joyful. Once the host, a spokesman from a popular fashion agency, finished giving out awards to the various models gather, an orchestra would be called out and the party would begin -- giving the beautiful ladies on stage a change to go out and mingle with their admirers.
"The next award will be presented to Mademoiselle Serena De Luca, who --"
As the announcer proceeded to give out a list of her accomplishments, Serena elegantly moved forward to receive the award -- a gentle smile lighting up her face.
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((I died, thank yoou~~))
{ Eeeeek~ I died writing it! I'm so glad you liked it! I was a bit scared you might have found it too corny. I've now made myself ship the crack pairing. }