And now, a not-really-public-at-all service announcement.
Who: Gorthan (hasearthbooks) and YOU, provided you're in Team Rocket.
Where: Action log at the Goldenrod City Rocket base.
When: Video broadcast on December 2nd; action log may take place any time after that.
Summary: Rockets, please give your small contribution to the creation of awesome evil. Mod-approved.
Rating: PG for blood-drawing and evil scheming.
Log:
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Where: Action log at the Goldenrod City Rocket base.
When: Video broadcast on December 2nd; action log may take place any time after that.
Summary: Rockets, please give your small contribution to the creation of awesome evil. Mod-approved.
Rating: PG for blood-drawing and evil scheming.
Log:
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[He'll arrive not long after that video is sent out, looking about as smug as usual. He's had a few rough nights here and there, but overall he's fine. He will be walking into your lab carrying that Meowth though, since he can never seem to be without her for five seconds.]
Good morning, Gorthan. I was wondering if you were going to get this project of yours off the ground.
[He'll do as asked and take a seat, setting the cat down on the floor. She immediately jumps up onto his lap and starts purring contentedly. Archer sighs.] No, get down, you. [That's followed by another attempt to set the cat on the floor. She actually looks like she's pouting now; clearly she's picked up some traits from her owner. The cat actually does have a name that isn't "Eggbeast" now, but like hell he's going to call her that in front of anyone. It's kind of embarrassing to name a cat after your dead best friend.]
Whenever you're ready. [Archer has never been afraid of needles and immediately removes the blue uniform jacket he's rarely seen without, revealing the Team Rocket uniform beneath, minus those uncomfortable gloves. He's quick to roll the sleeve of that up - his right arm, if you don't mind, he requires his left, thank you - and sit there, patiently waiting. ...And occasionally playing with the cat's ears.]
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Good morning. Don't you trust me enough to simply wonder when, as opposed to if? I like to believe I am a man of my word.
[Since he's been carrying a cat, the first thing Gorthan will do is clean Archer's elbow pit using a bit of alcohol.]
You seem to have grown attached to it. [He means the cat, obviously.] Allow me to remark that it's quite beautiful.
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Oh I don't doubt that; I merely was wondering if our superiors would be okay trusting this endeavor to a lower-ranking officer. Unless you've been promoted?
[In that case? How did you do it; he doesn't deserve to be a Grunt.]
...Ah, yes, I suppose you could say I have.
[That's possibly the understatement of the year. He lavishes attention on that thing. She's entirely useless for battle though, but he carries her around just about everywhere anyway.]
[Evidently the cat seems to understand the compliment, for she'll just start winding around Gorthan's legs like cats do, looking for more affection.]
Knock it off. You'll get attention when we're done.
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[And while that doesn't look like an understatement, it is. Gorthan being the top science authority on Evron, etc.
He... recoils a little at the cat moving against him, what is affection and how do you receive it. But eventually he relaxes into it a bit.]
I do hope she understands your words. For, as you said, I have no intention to reciprocate her displays quite yet. [Especially since he's wearing latex gloves and stuff.] Have you given her a name?
[That said, he will tie a tourniquet around Archer's upper arm.]
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[But that's not something he needs to dwell on, nor compare Gorthan to. From the sound of it, this was something Gorthan learned in his homeworld, implying he put time and effort into it instead of just being capable of it.]
[Archer smirks when Gorthan recoils from the cat's affection.] Don't worry, she won't hurt you.
[Archer once again focuses on Gorthan's work rather than his face and remains silent for several minutes. Of course he's given her a name, but there's no way in hell he's telling Gorthan he named her after his dead best friend. That's morbid enough as it is.]
Yes, she has a name.
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A name that you're not willing to share. I get it.
You're a man of few words, Archer. I like that.
[And once he finds it, here comes the needle. The clear tube becomes dark as Archer's blood begins filling it up.]
It doesn't hurt, does it? It's just two tubes, by the way.
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I've found that fewer words tend to get me farther back home. I see no reason to change that.
[Probably because once he starts talking he won't shut up. Also his views are terrible and they all promote war and senseless bloodshed. Because it's Archer.]
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[Gorthan would be delighted to hear about those views! ... Well, at first, at least. He's still an Evronian, i.e. a militaristic alien vampire, with the difference that he doesn't sleep as well as every other Evronian at night.
Anyway! He fills a second tube before removing the needle and pressing a piece of gauze on the puncture on Archer's arm.]
Keep it there for a moment.
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I suppose I can humor you, then. What do you want to know?
[Oh, so you're basically Archer plus brains! Okay, shutting up.]
[Anyway, he'll do as he's told, leaning back in the chair.]
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