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GOTTASADAE (2019)

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#➤ 《 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐞! 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐠! 𝐍𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐀 𝐁𝐮𝐠! 》 Aesthetic #{ I can't get over how perfect this guy is as my Proton's VC both vocally and aesthetically. }

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He stands there, listening to the rambling and stammering. Proton doesn't move from where he's positioned, in fact, he's sitting quite still! What Felicity may notice is the ever growing grin that is spreading across is face, and the way that his pupils dilate with focus.

" Woooaaaahhhhhh. . . YEAH, I get you! I get you, what with the whole-- " he clears his throat, gestures forward with his free hand, and speaks in a rather dramatic accent, as though to mock artistic critiques, " beauty standards. "

Beautiful was b o r i n g.

At least, the socially acceptable definition of beauty.

" Who wants to draw the same muse as everyone else!? Not me, " he asserts.

" So I drew you inside! Like I said, you're WAY more interesting, look, look, " tap tap tap on the canvas.

" I even got your eyebags right. Seeeee? I paid real close attention. "

It's not an insult, but it isn't a compliment either.

Proton sets his canvas down, folding his arms over the back of the chair, and leaning forward against it, chin resting atop his forearms.

" Wha'? I ain't rushing off anywhere! What, you don't got time to talk shop with a peer? Psh, I don't talk to anybody else in this class, they're boring. Tell me more about the CHALLENGE you want, I'm so curious. "

she's speechless again; he talks a lot, and truly, FELICITY DOESN'T KNOW WHAT TO FOCUS ON. not that what he said didn't make sense — IT DID, there was just so much to ramble on. but, he was wrong about something, too.

❝ i– i wouldn't say i was FOCUSED ... ❞

she looks back on her paper again; aside from a few messy scribbles, there was nothing to show. NOTHING OF SUBSTANCE, that's what she thought. for a moment, as she sat there, looking past the model, she had the frivolous wish to be back at the society, sitting far. namelessly drawing her model, who doesn't know she exists.

❝ the model is ... FINE. ❞ her gaze sours for a moment, thoughts still brewing; for a moment, it's as if the man was gone, and she was talking to an empty room. ❝ she was pretty ... she IS pretty. BUT IT ISN'T ENOUGH FOR ME. ❞

❝ i don't ... i don't WANT the same beauty that everyone consumes at face value ... i don't WANT of a beauty that gives NO CHALLENGES. ❞ something provoking, something scandalous; something loud, sometimes abstract and weird. not just gentle curves, not something pre-chewed, easy to digest, made ready to consume and forget.

if they have the courage to look at her model— THEY MUST BE READY TO CHOKE ON RAW BEAUTY.

❝ something more — ... ❞ a nail drags against her paper as she trails off, SMEARING THE GRAPHITE in a descent; felicity looks at the color on her digits, and then she blinks; as if snapping awake.

❝ i — ! ❞ she stammers wordlessly, like a fish in a bowl. ❝ i am s–SO SORRY, i must have sounded s–so, SO WEIRD right now — ! i d–don't know what came over me ! d–don't let me keep you from going home, i— ❞

#➤ 《 𝟗𝟎 𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐭; 𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐨 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 》 In Character #➤ 《 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐥 》 Spiderverse AU #novaragno #{ Icon art by: 339kaziri }

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chounaifu · 2 hours

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[Curious about how it works.]

Proton's sign language is clunky. It is just enough for him to get through conversation, but he visibly hesitates and slows down with many different phrases, shifting from full gestures, to spelling out individual words.

[You all talk about syncing.]

It's a phenomena with so many trainers, and the topic had been all the buzz with the invitations coming out of Pasio.

[I don't know if I'm doing it right. Or if I'm feeling what I'm supposed to feel.]

None of his Pokémon are out with him at the moment; his roster is largely nocturnal, and would be miserable beneath the bright light of the sun.

[Not a pro trainer. Probably won't do it as good as you all. But I want to try and get better. Can you help?]

Red is an early riser, late sleeper. His sleep hygiene had never been the most fantastic at sea level, the seasonal instability disturbing when compared to the routine crushing cold of Mt. Silver. The sleep never was incredible up there, but it was regular.

Thus, he was on a very early morning training session to a place where nobody really came.

When Proton mentions his mother told the man where he was, it's very apparent that he has no idea how she knew either.

Blastoise and Lapras were playing together in the water, and his Larvesta was trudging behind him in the sand. Red scrunches his brow and processes the sounds of the word Proton spells out for him.

[Syncing? Sure. How come? Sure.]

#➤ 《 𝟗𝟎 𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐭; 𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐨 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 》 In Character #➤ 《 𝐎𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐲 》 Verse Two #blastburned

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chounaifu · 2 hours

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Oh. O o O o O o H. ᴿᶦᵍʰᵗ.

With a brain running on abandonware, his memory was not something worth toting. Hadn't he been the one who just helped Grusha bandage up their jammed fingers? It had been tossed into the back of his mind in an instant, perhaps at the same time when his need to speak Paldean was purged. Fortunately, he could blame his now embarrassed, red cheeks on the chilly bite of the mountain air.

Oh.

They also forgot. A small victory for the way he has fumbled this social interaction. Now, he is far LESS embarrassed, and trots after Grusha as they are ushered to a more secluded part of the dining establishment. It's for the best, really, that they be isolated from the rest of the diners. Proton's penchant for weird conversations was real, and even though most of the patrons couldn't understand Kantonian, his body language was universally understood.

" At least BOTH of your hands aren't busted up, would make eating difficult, then I'd have to be holding food out to you on my fork, like you were a baby Pidgey, " Proton thinks out loud.

A normal comment. So normal.

It's a good day to not be a Route One bird.

" Man. Gettin' around these parts must be a pain in the ass, " he states, noticing the way that Grusha's body seemed to hesitate, the weight of their body shifting with purpose as they sat down.

" Ya look beat. "

an expression unmistakably one of mild embarrassment passes over his face, eyebrows knitting as disbelief in his own lack of thought settles upon him. for a moment grusha looks as though he wishes he'd simply walked into the door instead, ( how lame... ), and for a split second he considers that to be preferable. with a muted groan, admittance: "nope... i just --" grusha's uninjured hand lifts / mitten folding over itself as fingers within bend all at once. the motion is indicative of what he'd intended with the other / awoken hurt within his own digits from. "-- grabbing handle. jammed fingers. unwise combination."

( shove me into the bushes, actually. )

the gym leader sighs, swallowing down his humiliation with the shake of head before he passes through the door proton's decent enough to hold open. "thanks man," upon entry he's greeted by name / enthusiasm by a couple of the staff. a hand lifts in greeting & in paldean, "two. quiet place." it takes a moment before they're guided to a small room, empty tables all 'round & no other patrons in sight... simply the crackling fireplace for company besides one another.

it's with a sigh that he sits, lower back / hips / sound side aching as weight borne upon them is finally alleviated. as menus & water are left for their indulgence, grusha speaks again / sinnoh dialect once more upon his tongue. "i'm inclined to agree, though -- anything with rice makes for a good meal." scarf removed & folded, mittens are removed ( those of the hand with jammed fingers most carefully as it slides over fresh-taped digits ) before they're set to rest upon the knit accessory on the hearth beside him. "feel free t'go for whatever looks most enjoyable," a small shrug's given, "after wandering around in the cold, anything's better than nothing. i'm curious to know what piques your interest --"

#➤ 《 𝟗𝟎 𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐭; 𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐨 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 》 In Character #➤ 《 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞 》 Verse One #gruusha #{ Icon art by: lobolobo2010 }#{ Wow neither of them can function. This is great LOL }

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A man should be cautious of the creatures that he meets in a liminal space; the distorted king of the crossroad, all too eager to pull a living human over the threshold into his domain, has decided that he likes the grieving gambler. Upsetting, really, that tears seem to attract mischievous devils, but a few drops of blood is all it takes to cause the Carvanhas to swarm.

Proton disappears. It is unfortunate that this nasty creature is only worse when he can't be seen.

The sun and the moon rise and fall over the next few days, and things seem to be normal! If, perhaps, Grimsley ignored the strange sensation of eyes on him whenever he decided to go out in public. Nobody ever approached. There were no double takes from strangers, no interventions from a concern citizen, and not a single visible threat in his vicinity. But what he would experience, is the unsettling sensation of Sharpedos swimming in the water beneath his feet.

Waiting.

Another 24 hours pass, and the calling card that Proton had given Grimsley feels more like a cursed artifact more than a simple invitation. He receives no phone calls. No text messages from unknown numbers. The anticipation of a surprise presence, a breathe held for far too long, certainly lingers though.

The evening of the event comes around.

One tap. Two taps. Three at the window.

And a whistle.

If the gambler were to part the curtains of his window and peer outside, nobody would be standing there, but he would see a pair of footprints in the dirt left behind by heavy boots-- unless he just so happened to look upwards. It would be THEN that he would be greeted by the repo man hanging upside down, his face peering into the window, a hand reaching down, spidery and precise with his movements.

"I found yoooouuuuuuuu! Heelllooooo friend! Why don't you let me in~?♫"

Grimsley's posture straightens up again as the arm is lifted from him, though a shiver up his spine is made towards the feeling of static electricity. Despite this strange, unknown and unexpected force, he forcefully swallows down a shuddered breath. The gambler's expression has grown more stone cold, biting his tongue so that the other can continue with their monologue. But honestly, expecting him to make a decision on something risky so fast? What was Proton thinking, that Grimsley would just immediately jump to bite at the bait in his palms? He has some class. Under more normal circumstances he would have handled that more smoothly, however. Dragons, he needs to get a handle on himself.

Azure irises, grown more vivid than usual under the moonlight and encasing pupils in the sea have narrowed like a feline at the Rocket member's serious words. It's clear that with such a gaze that he's on high alert, and every word nor action is going unnoticed. His hand fidgets with the card, flipping it over and over between fingers before it's tucked into one of the sewed hidden compartments in his sleeves. Like it or not, taking that card seemed to have put a new target on himself, though if he hadn't taken it, would that fate truly have been any different?

People tend to think of him as an interesting sort of fellow. Nothing about his demeanor nor appearance is conventional in the slightest, not to mention the reputation that he'll never truly get rid of no matter how hard he tries. It follows him like a shadow and haunts him every night. Grimsley can't seem to truly kill it, it always comes back. 'Roll with exciting people' Perhaps you shouldn't. He's not exciting in the slightest, not anymore that is. The gambler intends to keep it that way. There is no use in sticking to a past image. Especially not one that is a little over a decade old.

The former Elite is one who grieves, and he's tired of pretending as though he doesn't shed tears for that of countless mistakes and lost connections. It's all in the past and such actions can't be reversible, nor is there any use in feeling regret, but he grieves nonetheless. He's not embarassed by this in the slightest, viewing tears as weakness is a foolish ideology that has only caused more harm than good. Though he is unfortunately far from what one would consider mentally stable, it's only natural that he would want some alone time to process himself.

Despite his conflicted feelings on the matter, and on dipping his toes back into the games he used to play in the past, he'll still think about it. It seems as though the way fate is heading for him now is unavoidable, and he's not one to tend to believe in concreteness. But perhaps there's something waiting for him, some sort of answer he's been long missing.

Perhaps the answer is in the death, and revival, of the past self.

As much as it sickens him to have to think of potentially going through the loop again.

But that's what one does when they gamble, they roll and roll the odds until they hit the winning hand.

"...And a farewell to you too."

Grimsley speaks, almost dismissively so, as he turns back to look at the open pier. Now his mind is abuzz to an entirely different tune than it was before, and it's becoming a bit frustrating.

Minutes pass, maybe five, maybe ten. He's become blind to time as his thoughts swim as violently and intensely as his friend. ...Speaking of, it's time he starts heading back.

A low whistle, and then a suddenly loud high-pitched one cuts it off, right as he does so, a Sharpedo powerfully bursts out of the water, soaring above his head as the waves it had rode dissipate into mist. As an ear-splitting, rumbling cry is made, Grimsley returns the strong-jawed Pokémon back into its ball from above him.

...Well, at least he no longer has to grieve now. There is something new and admittedly entertaining occupying his mind in its place. The purposeful sound of relaxed steps adorn the pier as the former Elite takes his leave.

#➤ 《 𝟗𝟎 𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐭; 𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐨 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 》 In Character #➤ 《 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞 》 Verse One #gamblingrimsley

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I again have to wonder if average Team Rocket fans walk onto this blog like "yay Executive Proton RP blog" only to be smacked in the face with my 23 year long autistic love of MissingNo.

#➤ 《 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 》 Out Of Character #TBD.

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in a situationship w God

#➤ 《 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐕𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐆𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 》 Musing

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#➤ 《 𝐔𝐡 𝐎𝐡! 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐅𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐬 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 》 Crack #novaragno

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chounaifu · 16 hours

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[ WRROOOOOOAAOOOH ]

" It's full of beneficial nutrients like chaga and lion's mane, Felicity. Just try it. "

STEP.

❝ i'm GOOD i have COFFEE— ! ❞ takes ANOTHER step back.

#➤ 《 𝟗𝟎 𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐭; 𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐨 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 》 In Character #➤ 《 𝐔𝐡 𝐎𝐡! 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐅𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐬 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 》 Crack #➤ 《 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐥 》 Spiderverse AU #novaragno #{ Icon art by: 339kaziri }#{ IM CACKLING }

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chounaifu · 16 hours

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" Try the mushroom drink, Felicity. "

He's approaching with the milk frother.

@chounaifu replied to your post “Appears.”:

" No. Mushroom drink. "

... quietly takes a step back.

#➤ 《 𝟗𝟎 𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐭; 𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐨 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 》 In Character #➤ 《 𝐔𝐡 𝐎𝐡! 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐅𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐬 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 》 Crack #➤ 《 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐥 》 Spiderverse AU #novaragno #{ Icon art by: 339kaziri }#{ I had to choose the most unnecessarily ominous icon. }

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Dayspring, Anthony Oliveira

#➤ 《 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐕𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐆𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 》 Musing #♡ 《 𝐏𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫; 𝑾𝒆’𝒍𝒍 𝑵𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝑮𝒆𝒕 𝑩𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 》 Aʀᴄʜᴇʀ #reiketsui #{ The way we both GASPED. }

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Cold brushes his neck like cadaver fingers, frigid and unwelcoming. No doubt that it is radiating from the massive beast that was postured next to the Ecruteak Gym Leader. It snarls at him, and Proton grins with amusement, nose wrinkling as though he were smiling at a rambunctious puppy. He knows better than to pursue playtime while on the clock though; despite of his strange demeanor, the repo man took his job very seriously, and he had no intention of wasting either of their time.

A question on whether or not the captives were alive is asked, and Proton folds his hands behind his back, rocking back and forth from heel to toe, head tilted in thought.

"MMMMMMMMM-- TECHnically most of them are dead, I mean, they're ghosts, but one of them is alive," he replies, watching as Matsuba moved in the same whispy, gradual manner that his phantoms did.

"Defector from Sabrina's circle, seemed to be the head of the group that we were watching. Everybody else was some type of ghost, monster, or both. OH-HO, you should've BEEN THERE, she melted one of them into swamp pudding," Proton brings his hands out from behind his back, and chooses to sit on his knees, settling in front of Matsuba as the cards were pulled.

The process of kneeling brings memories to surface of the last time he sat like this in Ecruteak, but, those are ghosts that he would think of another time.

"The Thing," he refuses to adhere the full name to it, out of concern that it would draw attention to their conversation, "is under Saffron. It's in the sewers. We got that bit of information out of a mutated beast that was woken up from the dead, some scorned guy who vowed loyalty to his master a couple hundred years ago. HE actually cooperated with Sabrina. So did another one of the crew, a Doublade that was getting around by possessing bodies. Cool shit, if you ask me."

Ah, he's getting off track.

"-- But yeah, the head of the group, a man named Touya. Ring any bells? He's a dream eater, he's the only one vaguely human, and he was after Sabrina personally."

"The supporting role more than the star - Sabrina's always been the spotlight."

He watches Proton approach and the flair of the bow is punctuated by a snarl from the massive fox that presses its head under Matsuba's arm to look at Proton closer. The fog from it curls across the floor, pressing icy fingers into whatever exposed skin Proton let show, before Matsuba was withdrawing it into the Dusk Ball at his left hip.

Even with the Pokemon recalled, the feeling of being watched was a constant, prevalent sensation in this place inhabited by friendly ghosts.

Matsuba's light, friendly demeanor darkens a bit when Proton mentions that they have captives, worshipers of the Black Fog, and that it's likely the breakthrough he needs to locate the next piece in the puzzle.

"Really now? Are the captives living or dead? It doesn't really matter either way - I can talk to them regardless."

He moves slowly, eventually returning to his seat surrounded by scattered cards divining places and things that only he knew the significance of - and he waves his hand to bid Proton to sit by him.

He plucks a card from the floor, one that showed the shape of Ho-oh framed by the burning tower. The card was old, the corners curling lightly with age, and felt deeply ominous just looking at it.

"I saw the destruction in Saffron. Things certainly got out of hand, but the fact that she's sent you here must mean things aren't so dire to call me there. Tell me what information you have."

#➤ 《 𝟗𝟎 𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐭; 𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐨 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 》 In Character #➤ 《 𝐎𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐲 》 Verse Two #cursedmystic

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The way he doesn't care because that means there's more room, and he can run around with 15 dogs while his wife stands in the shade. There he goes, throwing a ball, and sprinting off into the field with all of them.

the way everyone mysteriously disappears from the dogpark the second he gets there with his 15 houndooms. how strange.

#➤ 《 𝟗𝟎 𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐭; 𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐨 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 》 In Character #reiketsui #{ Icon art by: 339kaziri }

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" you can have my faaaavorite limited edition bestie " :)

S Q U E A L ! ❤️

" FOR REAL? ON MAIN? "

He is vibrating with excitement SO DRAMATICALLY that he nearly clips through the floor.

" I WILL CHERISH THIS FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE. . . "

Cue Proton running away, rummaging through his closet, the sound of things being thrown and dropped, a few stray knifes being tossed out the doorway as he looks for one to give in return.

And then he runs back over with the speed of a Meowth with zoomies.

" HERE, I PULLED THIS ONE OUT OF A GUY'S FACE IN A JUNKYARD. "

#➤ 《 𝟗𝟎 𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐭; 𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐨 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 》 In Character #➤ 《 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐌𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐄𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞 》 Answered #crueliste #{ Icon art by: 339kaziri }#{ BROMANCE }

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@blastburned

" Hey HEY! " Firstly, he calls out, raising his voice into a shout as he approaches from behind. Otherwise, he'd never be heard over the sound of Pallet Beach at high tide. Once the two of them lock eyes, communication shifts down to hands, and Proton lifts both in order to speak.

[ Looked three places for you before I asked your mom where you were. ]

Rule one of acclimating into town: win over the elders, especially the older women. Their eyes are everywhere, and they know everything. It was an added bonus that the woman in question was Red's mother.

Today, Proton looks as though he threw his outfit together carelessly: baggy sweatpants and a loose fitting shirt, it could easily be mistaken for house clothes. Comfort and mobility over style, at least, for what he was seeking out.

[ I want to learn about syncing. ]

#➤ 《 𝟗𝟎 𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐭; 𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐨 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 》 In Character #➤ 《 𝐎𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐲 》 Verse Two #blastburned

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His lips pull into a thin line, and he frowns with furrowed brows. Ree couldn't had put that statement into better words: messing up a million times before you understand that the pain is a permanent resident of your body.

" Yeah. I get that. I get that really well, " Proton admits, " I've been like this for years now. Guess you could say I should be used to it, but, I'm still in denial a lot of time. Lotta things I can't just go and do without planning around whether or not I'm not gonna be feeling well. "

He exhales, and leans back on both of his hands, lazy eyes staring up at the thick palm leaves in the canopy.

" Makes me ANGRY more than anything, it's not fair that it happened to me, I don't think I deserved it. I think there's a lotta OTHER people who should've been attacked instead of me, " he continues to open up.

-- He's rambling.

" -- It's not fair either of us are like this, y'know? "

“I guess doctors don’ account for stubbornness in their patients…”

Ree had gotten a lot of worst case scenarios. They know proton must have, too. He doesn’t usually talk about it, just like Ree usually doesn’t talk about it. The blond puts a hand against their stomach scar, as if to relieve the pain there.

“The pain gets worse sometimes, but never like … all the way gone, I guess. I know what happens when I push myself, but I can’t stop it from happenin’ cause I don’t think before I act. Guess I gotta mess up a million times before I understand.”

They laugh a little, thumbing at some wetness in the corner of their eye.

“Do you … I mean. Do you get that too?”

#➤ 《 𝟗𝟎 𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐭; 𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐨 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 》 In Character #➤ 《 𝐎𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐲 》 Verse Two #skullkxd #{ Icon art by: lobolobo2010 }

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There's laughter, excited laughter. And there's a gasp, surprise, his hands thrown up to feign submission as his head tilts to the side with intrigued.

" AND you can TALK! Now, YOU'RE the most interesting thing I've seen around here in a WHILE! "

This was the first time the executive had seen an anthropomorphic creature wielding a human weapon before. Speech was not all that unexpected: after all, there were plenty of Pokémon capable of mimicry, or telepathy.

Yeah, the gun is more exciting, WAY more exciting.

" You just HAVE to tell me how you learned to use a thing like that! " The cadence of his voice is enthusiastic, bringing his hands together to give a round of applause as he dances forward with airy footsteps; he's quick, stopping just a few feet away from the creature. He, too, locks eye contact, the pupils shifting and distorting like lagging pixels.

↳ 𝙴𝚇𝙴𝙲. 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝚃𝙾𝙽 ⋯ ( @chounaifu ) / / “ i have … so many questions. ” Who armed the Watchog????? Assuming this IS a Watchog??? Huh?????

Standing tall ( as much as one of his size could ) , Shadow locks eye contact with the Team Rocket member . A look of pure annoyance - his lids then closed a moment , thinking . Understanding their surroundings ; sounds of Pokemon fill the air . Scared , uneasy &. anxious . Typical ; it's the average response .

Suddenly , his eyes pierce open . Revealing the bright crimson red irises that struck this human &. the opposing monsters .

❛ Boo . ❜

#➤ 《 𝟗𝟎 𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐭; 𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐨 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 》 In Character #➤ 《 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞 》 Verse One #shaidow #{ Icon art by: reiketsui }#{ Hi welcome to the Proton experience. }

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