#rcketbutcher

[snippyrocket]

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@rcketbutcher​

[teamrockxtgrunt]

@rcketbutcher liked for a starter!

Cyan stood outside of Proton’s office door, feeling his stomach twist into knots.They hadn’t really spoken since the incident. The wonderful, mouth watering,heart pounding incident-

Would they act like nothing happened? Would he shoo him out before he could speak? Would Proton ask for more?

“Sir.” he came in, head down but saluting all the same, a flush on his cheeks. “I, uh, I bought the documents you needed for the next mission.” and he held it in his hands, with only a slight shake.

[ashenheart-moved]

@rcketbutcher​

The stately manor stands imposing—a dark contrast against the thick, fluffy white snow that dusts the ground. They are sitting outside & waiting—waiting for a man that supposedly will strike up a partnership in Giovanni’s stead. Glacial blue gaze settles on the man as he arrives. Their eyes are the same color of their well tailored suit. 

Their Glaceon, Anastasia is frolicking in the snow, but a snap of their fingers & the pokemon is by Val’s side in an instant. Val’s smile is slight—but it’s the most friendly they’ve looked in days. “And you must be Mister Proton.” Voice is soft and effeminate with only a trace of friendliness. “I am Val. It is nice to finally meet you in person.” They hold out their hand expectantly.

[commonsensicalcop-a]

🚔 @rcketbutcher (sc.) 🚔

It seems as if the Kahuna is not home when Proton breaks in to the police station. A storm is raging outside, as usual, and the rumbling of thunder covers the creak of his careful footsteps. Though there is another sound in the silent nice, accompanied by the almost eerie glow of 30+ pairs of feline eyes, and it is the cock of a gun.

The barrel of said gun prods the back of Proton's head, "Gimme one good reason why I shouldn't be shooting you right now, Rocket?"

[controlledhues]

It was impossible for her to focus on an answer after how deadly his eyes felt and the straightforwardness of his words. But of course, an expected reaction; that was what Mel knew about the superior and perhaps nothing more than that. 

Clearing her throat, she held the composure and dared herself to stare back at Proton. ❝I’ve observed your grunts carefully, Proton. They are not being... cautious, maybe?❞

Even she was surprised of how it came out from her own lips without any hesitation. Yet, any wrong sentence could mean an instant trigger for the Executive, knowing his volatile personality. Not something she disliked, but definitely something she’d try to avoid at any costs. 

❝Before you interrupt me, sir, I’d-... ❞ her tongue got stuck suddenly, gaze moving away for a second. She could continue, though. ❝...It’s my job to oversee every single movement here. That is all. Maybe asking your grunts to not destroy our equipment could help. A lot.❞

She chuckled quietly. It may have been only out of her nervousness, but a big part of Melinoë was wanting to ‘befriend’ the people she works with; even though she knew that starting with Proton wasn’t her wisest idea, she couldn’t wait any longer.

❝T-they may be still a bunch of kids, but they are yours. Or just... take this as a favor I’m asking. Please...?❞

@rcketbutcher

[noiretabby]

“ hah! sorry, /no deal./”

*: ･ﾟ✧   interrogation starters.

❝ Don’t play dumb. I’m well aware how your organization works. There is no way that the Pokemon in question were already shipped out. It’ll take too much resources to get them out so quickly.

So I ask again,

Where are they. ❞

[executive-geneticist]

BAD END (or BAD END REVERSE, whichever you think more likely or have more inspiration for)

I’ve Met With a Terrible Fate, Haven’t I?

-There had never been any question in your mind that Archer’s promises of returning Giovanni to the throne had been hollow. You’d known from the earliest days of Rocket’s struggles to secure footing in Johto– known because, let’s face it, you are as empty as those words had ever been. However, though you could have called him on it, cut him down and spread doubt among the ranks, you found yourself too curious to see how it all played out. So instead, whenever he repeated those lofty, flowery pledges, you simply met his eyes, s m i l e d, and were content to watch him falter when your stare went on too long.

-After all, it was all too funny to see him squirm for once. Surely the Boss wouldn’t hold it against you; keeping yourself entertained while he was away, even at the cost of stamping out an obvious traitor from the get go. You figured he’d appreciate having that honor all to himself.

-Of course, the problem with empty promises is that, sometimes, they come true anyway. The time came– as you knew it would– when he returned to his wayward flock. The King’s return to the throne should have been a joyous event, with celebrations in the street, riots in back alleyways, and cowardly little men skittering back into their hidey holes. As it turned out, the traitor’s claws had sunk deeper into the organization’s flesh than even you had anticipated. Instead of a unified Rocket ready to welcome their rightful ruler back with open arms, civil war shook its foundations, spilling into the streets, staining them red with Rocket blood.

-It was a grand old time, if anyone were to pry the truth from your cold, dead lips, and it ended the way it was always destined to: Giovanni ascended, the traitors were rooted out and routed from their deception, and Archer was brought before you– a gift for your service.

-You decided almost immediately that you liked him much better like this; bound to a chair, gagged, glaring at you. There was so much more truth to him when he couldn’t clench his teeth enough to lie through them and his honest self– the self that was silently seething, motionless despite the inevitable– was so much more palatable than that pretty smiles and painted words charlatan he’d made himself up to be, the one you’d suffered with for years in wait.

-You found in your heart to smile down at him as you strode across his office and sat down in his chair across the desk from where he was tied. It would be a lie to say you didn’t take particular pleasure in the way his eyebrows drew sharper down his face when you leaned back and crossed your legs over his desk.-

I gotta tell ya, Arch’. You put up a pretty damn good fight. I’m kinda impressed, ya know? If you’d’ve put that kinda effort into Rocket itself– instead of stabbing it in the back– you might’ve actually gotten to see us extend our reach and all ‘at.

-You shake your head, smug disappointment rustling mint-green locks under a secure black cap.-

But, ‘ey, not everything works out like ya planned, does it? Unfortunately for you, you lost your faith. Hey, I get it. Boss up and splits, you feel like your foundations get upended. You feel like you been wronged. You start to feel like maybe you’d do a better job. But the thing about the Boss, see, is that he wouldn’t be the Boss if he didn’t have a plan. And this? This is all just part of the plan. Those of us that follow, get to reap the rewards. Like this, right here.

-You gestured lazily between you two and that smile spread across your face once more.-

It’s not every day I get to take down a man like Archer Apollo, but I promise you. I’ve been given it some thought since the first time you started that bullshit about bringing the Boss back.

-You stood from his desk, first kicking your feet against the surface to push yourself back. You walked around to the door, decidedly avoiding the angry former-Executive as you swept out into the hall long enough to retrieve two identically-filled buckets. The liquid in the buckets was clear, thin, and the arrogant, distant look on Archer’s face e v a p o r a t e d when the smell of sulfur reached his nostrils. You had give him some credit; he didn’t immediately start begging or crying, but he was clearly unnerved and it was with no small amount of satisfaction that you stared into those panicked blues.-

What can I say? I like a little poetic irony. Your betrayal spread through the ranks like wildfire, see? You tried to burn everything Boss had built to the ground, didn’t you? And hey, you’re real fond of that Houndoom, aren’t ya? Well, now…

-Without further preamble and with all the fanfare of an underpaid janitor dumping his mop water into his employer’s favorite garden, you lofted a bucket and splashed it across the room. Sputtering reached your ears and you wasted no effort in stifling the snicker as you watched the normally-composed Archer try in vain to wipe his eyes clean and blow his nose after getting the first face-full of gasoline. You let him struggle and mutter indiscernible curses around the cloth wrapped through his teeth as you emptied the second bucket in a line from the well-polished desk, across the empty arm chair, and back to the doorway where you now stood.-

Now, you get to understand what it means to command real fire, to inspire real loyalty...

-From a pants pocket, you pulled out a plain, silver Zippo, flicked it open, and ignited the tip.-

To be a real god.

-With one last, hard look at the empty shell that truly was Archer Apollo, you tossed the lighter into the room and stepped back to enjoy the show.-

-B A D  E N D-

[gnzma]

"oh, still alive?"

FIGHT TIME |

Perhaps laughing wasn’t the best reaction to recieving two punches far stronger than he expected out of the blue, sudden enough to make him even fall down… and yet there he is.Standing again and wiping away the little trail of blood falling from his nose, chuckling darkly as his eyes fixated on the Rocket’s.

“What? You thought I could go down with just two shots?” Guzma smirks, and yet his throat emits a tiny growl.He can feel it - the little chill going up his spine, the peak of adrenaline rushing in his veins. The thrill of something more than a quick sparring.

“If you wanna dance so bad, you should hit a little stronger than that.”

   Ah, yep. This is going to be something else.

[curiousobjecthead]

rcketbutcher replied to your post “... He's feeling watched.”

:^)

[magma-mouse]

"be ready at 0600 hours; you're on this mission. bring the best mightyena you got. we're gonna need its nose." a pause. "and don't be fucking late, capiche?"

“AH! Yes sir!!” Kiwi was a little surprised by being approached by Proton. But she was very quick to stand to attention.The best mightyena she had huh? Well she loved them all and they were all good at certain tasks, but she supposed the one she had that she had trained the longest was her own Olli

[snapbxck-blog1]

“Come here so I can strangle ya. It’ll be funny. We’ll laugh about it later.”

HARSHLYCRITICAL PLAYS THE LAST OF US 🍄 | not accepting

“Sure thing, Executive Proton.”

     Clarissa punctuates her compliance with an animated salute and skips over, all her pep pushing through her trainers so she springs across the gym floor. It’s like she’s still full of bounce as she turns to face the new recruits. She watches their gaze shift from her to slightly above her shoulder, feeling at the same time Proton’s body closing up against hers from behind and his bare forearm against the front of her neck.

     A dirty joke rises in her throat, but the pressure against her windpipe is a good reminder that she’s a couple precious inches away from strangulation city and that she’s not the only one who likes to “play around” during training. She doesn’t pay any attention to Proton’s voice as he explains the hold, instead rolling her eyes back into her head and throwing her tongue out of her mouth until her dramatic choking noises squeeze into an actual, breathless heave. Her chin closes and her hand comes up to grab Proton’s wrist entirely out of reflex before she steps her weight to the side and pendulums her fist backward into Proton’s groin in a mock hit that was decidedly less mocked than it should have been, followed by her elbow coming up into his face.

[pxgtails]

Name one idea for a plot you’ve had but never gotten around to writing.

[ ★ ] MEME HARD OR DIE TRYING! | open.

I HAVE BEEN PROCRASTINATING ON WRITING THIS ONE FOR TWO YEARS

it’s less of a public dash event, and more of a personal series of drabbles — although interactions set during the course of these drabbles would be fantastic! basically: it’s kris’ 1,000th capture. she wants to do something special for it. so she catches a jirachi.

thus begins a week-long adventure in character development. she’s never had a POKéMON who can talk to her directly, so that’s a new thing for her to experience. the jirachi wants to grant her wishes, but she doesn’t believe in a jirachi’s ability to genuinely grant wishes — and even if she did, she feels obligated to do everything on her own. she only has seven days with the jirachi before he goes back to sleep for 1,000 years; she starts out just wanting to get the most bang for her buck, if you will, but before long the very predictable, considering kris totally unexpected happens.

she becomes attached.

and since i do intend to actually do this at some point, that’s where i’ll cut it off — but know that i’ve spent a long time thinking about it, and i’m still very excited for it to actually be a thing that happens!

[shcganai]

“ah c'mon now, that's such a cold face to give someone who came so far to see you.”

♦ The King of Diamonds -- ALWAYS ACCEPTING

     “And when people go out of their way to come see me like this, it usually isn’t a good thing.”

     The nature of Chishiya’s work was such that most of his off-base face to face contact with other members of Team Rocket only happened as necessary, and as a result, there were plenty of members he didn’t know by sight. This was one of them. He didn’t know who this man was at a glance, but he knew he was dealing with one of his own. The air hardened criminals carried about them was an impossible thing to describe, but practically tangible to those in the know.

     Chishiya had a feeling his night was about to take an interesting turn.

     “I take it this little meeting is about business, not pleasure?”

[velcnoso]

★

“Have you finished your reports already, Proton?”

I like you / I hate you / I dislike you / I love you / Youare family / I would take a bullet for you / I would shoot you / I would lie toyour face / I would say something cruel to you on purpose / I would saysomething cruel to you accidentally  / Iwould cheat on you / I would physically hurt you / You annoy me/ You amuse me /I’d laugh at you / I’d laugh with you / I’d manipulate you / You scare me / Youconfuse me / I wish I knew you better / I trust you as a colleague  / I don’t trust you as a fellow human / Youinspire me / I consider you an equal / You are beneath me / You’re better thanme / I would trust you with my life / I think you’re mean / I think you’repetty / I think you’re childish / I think you’re smart sometimes / I think you’re stupid often/ I think you’re a bad person / I think you’re a good person / I’m not surewhat kind of person you are / I wish you would listen to me / I want to makeyou proud / I wish you would notice me / I want to impress you / I would hurtother people for you / I’m not sure how to make you happy / I’m a bad influenceon you / You deserve better than me / We make a great team / I’d have a onenight stand with you if I wanted to die / I’d have a relationship with you / I would marry you / Ifantasize about our life together / I would trust you with my most treasuredbelonging / I would tell you my darkest secrets / You disgust me / Youintimidate me / I hope I intimidate you / I’d hug you / I’d let you hug me  / I’m scared of losing you / I don’t think youlike me / I want to be better for you / I respect you for your contributions / I don’t respect you /You’re my mentor / You’re my friend / You’re my best friend / I have a crush onyou / I could easily watch you die / I’d get drunk with you / I’d party withyou / I’d comfort you / I’d prank you / I’d spike your drink / I’d act behindyour back / I’d abandon you / I’d hurt you to get what I want / I would choosemy happiness over yours / I would choose your happiness over mine / I despisehow much I care for you / I need you / I’m dependent on you / I don’t know whatI’d do without you / I’m scared of you leaving me / I’d give my life for you / Youfrustrate me / I’d call for you in a time of need / I would protect you / I’dvisit you in hospital / I’d let my vileplume carry you if you were hurt / I’d feel guilty if Ihurt you / I’d let you be near me when I am vulnerable / I’d ignore a phonecall from you / I’d call you at 3am / I’d break you out of jail / I’d get angryat you / I would shout at you / You’re too loud / You’re too quiet / You’re toosensitive / You can’t take a joke / You embarrass me / I feel nothing for you /You’re reckless sometimes / You’re bossy / You bore me / I would ask your advice / Iwould blame you for something I did / I would cry in your arms / You have thepower to hurt me more than anyone else /

[geoforza]

⊗ and balsamina pls

1) She’s good. She’s very good. Very few of his criminal rivals ever actually earn Giovanni’s genuine respect, but she has without question. In terms of what the Rocket Boss sees as a portrait of a true leader and criminal, Lusamine very much colors inside the lines. Thus, he speaks to her with reservation and caution. If he sees himself as a King, she carries himself as a Queen would. Thus, she demands a real audience from the Capo himself. 

2) Lusamine does something that throws Giovanni slightly off guard when they meet–Giovanni tends to keep a grounded, strong stance, but Lusamine strides through the room with a smile on her face and with a graceful pattern of steps. The way she moves seems choreographed and meticulous, and while it’s pretty sight, it bothers Giovanni. He’s accustomed to meeting Yakuza and brutish gangsters who you have to keep your eyes trained on and your body ready to counter attack a moment’s notice. But Lusamine’s dance-like movements has Giovanni’s feet constantly shifting to keep his stance forward to her instinctively. The trained nervousness buzzes in the back of Giovanni’s mind that he might be found without a strong stance when he shifts. It puts him on edge. Lusamine has noticed. She doesn’t stop. 

3) When he brings company, they almost always hate Lusamine, especially @rebelracket . Clarissa can’t shake her distrust and hatred of ‘aristocratic’ types, and she’s almost always sweating and gritting her teeth whenever Lusamine speaks. Archer doesn’t play her game, and Lusamine hates him for it. Ariana would fight her at the drop of a hat, because Lusamine will be a tad bit more charming toward Giovanni to make Ariana increasingly uncomfortable. Proton finds Aether’s stuffy atmosphere claustrophobic. Only Petrel seems content enough around Aether and Lusamine, perhaps because he actually appreciates a good facade. 

@balsamina

[rebelracket]

💐??

Send 💐 for my muse’s reaction to your muse’s death (accepting)

Since that day, the mood in the base is…strange. And it’s real hard for Clarissa to put a gloved finger on why.

Nobody could say that the Executive’s death had been a shock. A bullet to the skull will do that, you know, and all good field agents know their days are numbered. But was Proton’s death even particularly sad?

Rockets have a particular relationship with death: With the exception of those whose work keeps them deep in the base (they might consider themselves lucky, maybe sneer amongst themselves about being indispensable, but the hard truth is their lengthier lives only shine less brightly), everyone has to make peace with the fragility of their own little life so that it doesn’t get snuffed out prematurely. When death comes to your door, don’t freeze. Be expecting that motherfucker with a wrench behind your back and no regrets in your heart.

You’ll get lucky a couple of times, maybe more, but everyone gets caught out in the end. Death’s just part of the job, so you find your own ways of dealing with the loss of your coworkers and sometimes friends. There’s barely ever longer than five minutes to grieve, so you learn to make your peace quickly. So that the ones you lost don’t drag you down with them.

But it’s only when Clarissa catches the hushed whispers in the corridor that she realises how little she’s heard anyone speak about Proton’s death. After the initial administrative upheaval, work carried on mostly as normal. Mostly. Yet the atmosphere in the base feels heavy. Thick with the unspoken absence of relief from those who once feared Rocket’s most fearsome. She can smell it. The fear of what monsters exist out there that could be bigger than the one that had filled this void.

It’s all stupid.

Sometimes just pouring out a drink with your thoughts doesn’t feel like enough. …Hence this haphazard little shrine set up on the roof, which Clarissa currently stands over with a bunch of battered flowers grasped uncertainly in her hand. A trip to the junk store had yielded some cheap-ass candles that don’t want to stay lit. They surround a printout of Proton’s file photo, its cold, flat eyes staring out somewhat unnervingly from off of the paper. She’s surprised to see someone else has already come here while she’s been gone and laid flowers of their own (of course she hadn’t told anyone about this embarrassing project), so she sets hers down among them and sets about bringing some life back into the ring of candles.

“Yeah, yeah. I already know you think this is a retarded idea. So don’t fucking tell me.” She speaks as easily as if she thinks the photo can actually hear her as she waves her lighter over a particularly stubborn tealight. “I didn’t know what to else to do, though…”

She doesn’t really know why any of this seemed like a good idea. She doesn’t even really know what this man was to her, not really. Somewhere between a mentor and a friend and a complete stranger, and yet…

She misses him.

She sits and watches the flames a while longer before her pager buzzes. She heads back to work.