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He never quite knew what to do with his hands while he waited â slender fingers, sweaty palms and clean fingernails that were once given the chance to hold the world. If you knew him in his boyhood, you would know that Fire used to be a biter, nail beds shredded up and nibbled away with anxiety and excitement so much so that one could almost tell what was going on in his mind from the way they were chewed away. The sides for nervousness, the tips for boredom. Hangnails when he was hurting. Blunt from friction if he was angry. Buried into the palms of his hand if he was helpless â everything was his heart on his sleeves.
The bad habit is gone now, of course. A man of 20 â but inside still a boy with unaccounted hurt. His nails were now neat and trim for the sake of professionalism; a fidget ring now in place of his childhood vice. He thumbs it back and forth vacantly, but his heart races.
Iâve got some information you might want. He hadnât expected such a message even though he was the one who put out that LOOKING FOR poster so many years ago. Itâs become almost like a call into the void â Iâve seen her. But heâs already stopped looking. That girl from Kanto who was part of the trio. But it wouldnât hurt to know. Â
Meet me outside CafĂŠ Soleil if you wanât more information
I just want to know youâre okay.
Kalos seemed a bit out of the way for Archerâs tastes, but with the thin numbers Rocket now found themselves with, he was willing to do anything â especially if it involved one of those children. If they had been looking for the likes of someone like Leaf, then it certainly must have been one of those boys â the prodigal boy who conquered Giovanni, or the likes of the other whoâd been a thorn in his side on the journey ahead.
Frankly, Archer had never even heard of one called Fire.
Archer himself found his way to Kalos as a means of business; after all, Rocketâs name was far too familiar in the regions of Kanto and Johto, so expanding themselves underground and to different regions seemed not only best for their safety, but for business as well. After all, the two regions combined only seemed to be home to just over 250 Pokemon; the world as a whole had come to discover more than 800.
So he found himself in Kalos, his usual disguise keeping him quite hidden from his usual outfit with its emblazoned Rocket logo. Instead, he dressed in chic attire fit for the region.
With a quick text to the number left there, Archer retreated to CafĂŠ Soleil, hoping to be able to squeeze some useful information from this individual, whoever they may be. And at least, if worse came to worse, itâd be a quick and easy way to obtain some useful Pokemon from them.
At CafĂŠ Soleil, Fire would meet an individual in a wide-brimmed hat, beige shorts, a light-colored blouse. Surely, a much more disguised and feminine, even equipped with large sunglasses to hide up the last parallel to Archer. It astounded him how his disguise as Athena worked so well. The boy approached him without noticing a thing.
He looked up to him as he sat down, trying on his best valley girl voice, high and nasally. âWell hey, I saw your ad on the flyers. I think I saw that girl you were talking about.â He gave a quick snort and readjusted his sunglasses. âSo how do ya know this girl, anyhoo?â
hello weople! i know itâs a little early in my run to be doing an ooc post but well
a lot of shit happened really early on actually so. i just feel like itâs important that you all know whatâs going on
of course, you guys arenât obligated to read whatâs under the cut, itâs there for a reason! iâll just go ahead and preface whatâs under the cut has tw: homophobia / biphobia
thank you guys so much if you decide to read
there was gonna be this great trip planned between me and my datemate for them to come over on may 23rd and stay till about early june, all just for my 21st birthday. we were planning this great road trip from florida up till dc, staying a few places. it was gonna be great.
the only issue became that my parents didnât know that they were my datemate; i was going under the guise that they were my friend.
iâve never been very trusting of my mom for various reasons, mostly because sheâs verbally and emotionally abusive, but my dad, on the other hand, had always been a different story; iâd always lumped him into the same category as my mom, but always figured he was kinder and nicer that i could tell a few things to him.
knowing that i was basically lying to them during the vacation was basically eating at me, considering i hate lying for large amounts of time, and the fear that something would be found out during the trip was even greater
i was having a bad day at work on may 1st, that was a tuesday, and my dad said something to me that changed me.
that night, work was terrible because i basically worked with a needy coworker who was akin to my abusive mom and triggered me on multiple occasions, and i sat in the parking lot crying, and my dad noticed. that night, he came to my bedroom and he said to me that i could tell him anything; my brother used to do it all the time, and he hated seeing me upset.
with that in mind, on may 3rd, i decided to trust him enough to tell him the truth about my datemateâs and my relationship â my datemate who he knew to be a friend who was a girl, and who he knows me to be his daughter. basically, to him, i was coming out as a âlesbian.â
despite all of my trust in him, it didnât turn out well. he took it horribly, though he didnât yell. of course, coming from a conservative indian background, he didnât understand. worst still, he wanted me to tell my mom.
i decided to tell her the next day, on may 4th, a friday, and since then, things have⌠just not been well for me.
they didnât kick me out, no, so i at least donât have to worry about that; all things considered, with the horror stories iâve heard about people coming out, this was surprisingly lighter. but that isnât to say it hasnât been awful.
not being awful would be them understanding, and accepting me. i havenât gotten that, not even now. my parents have looked at me differently, i can tell. they havenât looked at me and havenât been as kind. on saturday, may 5th, the questions started. they were, frankly, gross, closed-minded, homophobic, and awful. they wanted me to break up with them and see other people, other men, just so itâd be acceptable. but⌠i stood up for myself, and i stood up for my datemate. i lashed back, and thankfully, again, things didnât blow up.
the vacation we were going to go on for my birthday ended up being cancelled, and unfortunately, my datemate will no longer be coming with me to florida. itâs⌠heartbreaking to know that my parentsâ selfishness and homophobia outweighed their want for their child to be happy and have a good birthday, but thatâs how it is, i guess.
the questions havenât stopped. when itâs brought up, iâm constantly told that iâm not accepted, and always told a host of other terrible, homophobic things. itâs disheartening. on other days, they try and pretend like i donât exist, or the information iâd told them doesnât exist, as if, if they donât mention it, itâll simply go away.
itâs been hard; i keep going between being fine and spiraling into depression. the less they mention it, the safer i feel, and whenever they do mention it, it ruins my mood completely, and i canât seem to recover.
i have⌠little irl support, though what i have, iâm very grateful for. my best friend who iâve known for seven years has been very loving and kind, and i consider her almost like the mother iâve always deserved to have.
if youâre aware, this all happened to happen right when i reserved archer, so the timing hasnât really been the best for him, and for my activity in the group. this isnât you guysâ fault by any means, itâs just something that happened to happen upon my joining here, and it mightâve affected my mood or how iâve presented myself in group chat, which iâm very sorry about if itâs been that way.
for those of you who donât know me, iâm sorry that this is basically the first impression youâre gonna get, considering more days have been bad than good, lately. iâve been trying to write, but admittedly, i do have a few more muses in a few more groups, with archer, totaling six, so itâs been hard for me to keep focus on him and this group in particular
by no means am i giving up on him, or on any of you, but i just wanna let you all know that it isnât... going to be very easy on me. my motivations come and go very often, some days i feel fantastic, and some days i feel awful. iâm just asking you all to please be patient with me while iâm going through this.
iâll try to keep activity up with archer, and hopefully, with how many people liked his starter call, iâll get to you all eventually. but that is to say, if i accidentally end up getting removed, it wasnât because i wanted to quit; itâs just because itâs been so hard.
you guys have been so kind to me since iâve been here, and hopefully this puts some things into perspective as to whatâs been going on with me.
i still wanna make my experience in WE great, and i want to be good for you guys, but hopefully, this can just be a little insight as to whatâs going on and why i mightâve seemed off or... different
thank you guys for understanding, and i hope that i can put my best foot forward soon.
Many people would debate if Archer even felt any sort of enjoyment, or if he only ever functioned out of his own ceaseless want to a more efficient end. Perhaps he enjoyed the work he elected to do â specific missions he went on, certain tasks he opted to do more than others. But some would argue that those tasks were only opted for because he wished to watch them over with his own two eyes, rather than trust a band of foolish grunts that you would swear couldnât tie their own shoes.
But if there was one thing that was undeniable â his most honest smile was his cruelest.
He had known about this... client for a while; about the individual who was hauled in for an interrogation. Normally, he would let it slide â leave it up to Proton or some such â but after reading over their case file, he took a particular interest to take matters into... his own hands.
He finally flicked the lights on to a darkly-lit room, only the sound of his dress shoes clicking against the hard floor, arms folded behind his back. And for once, the poor victim was met with an unfamiliar, certainly rare sight â he was smiling. Not even falsely, as Archer would never do anything for the sake of theatrics, but it was genuine, harsh, and cold.
The Executive leaned in towards this person of interest, looking them over with a dark expression upturned only by this charmed little grin, walking around their chair where they found themselves bound. âWell now, who do we have here? And, my dear little rat, might I ask... how did you find yourself here, hm? What is your story?â
Contrary to popular belief, Archer did have a social life. It was just... not something he sought after; not something he actively pursued; it just wasnât something he actually wanted, but rather, was something the Executives collectively had to come together and... gently remind him that such a thing existed, and highly advise that he take advantage of such things.
Frankly, that notion was maddening to him.
Archer was practically the embodiment of âall work; no play,â and he didnât even mean to be. The idea of idling about doing insufficient nonsense did nothing to help him feel at ease or see the world as something carefree and enjoyable.
No, it only made him recognize how much work heâd still have to return to while he lulled about here doing absolutely nothing. But what could he do? When his Executives ganged up on him, he was pretty much powerless to stop them until they so chose for him to return. So there he remained in that park, legs folded, sunhat blocking out the bright summer day, playing... Sudoku. God, he felt useless.
And it wasnât as though he could simply walk about in any old outfit as a wanted man; no, he had to don a disguise for this stupidity â his go-to persona in high-waisted shorts and a button-up blouse he called Athena.
Perhaps, in his mind, Athena was a painful, valley-girl ditz who could do no more than find joy doing Sudoku on a midsummer day where she could be doing something useful, but perhaps Athena reveled in being useless and wasting the day away. Perhaps he could separate himself from this. That was until a figure from above cast a shadow over his high-top sneakers, causing him to tense and his light pale eyes to flick up, glaring at the other with a trained gaze that a stupid girl like Athena could never bear.
So, he forced himself to relax, exhaling lowly. And then, a charmed little smile and a nasally voice, âWell, hiiiiiiii~ What can I do for ya?âÂ
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hewwo guys! my nameâs ji-ji! i was here like a million years ago but now iâm back with your favorite neurotic asshole, archer!
pls SLAM that mf like button if you wanna thread w this boy; i usually message people over IM or discord!
iâm gonna say the thread capâs at 5Â but lbr i have no impulse control and love suffering SO iâll just see where it goes fjaslkdfjslakj
thanks guys lots of lov â¤
EDIT: ok so fun fact iâm actually horribly soft and terrible at bad guys to the point where they always become redeemable BUT iâm trying not to do that w archer cuz heâs actually supposed to be the Worst.
that being said! mun doesnât equal muse and by ALL MEANS if archer steps over a line you didnât want or we didnât account for, at any point of my being here, please let me know and iâll try and fix it!
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