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doctopus[It had all been Sam's idea; Maya's idea of building a den for herself is typically little more sophisticated than throwing a pile of bedding into some hidden nook or cranny of her house — by the washer in the laundry room, behind the sofa, or nestled between drink barrels in the restaurant storage basement. It was Sam who, after having woken alone in Maya's bedroom, her bed empty, and later discovered her dozing under the dining room table a blanket cast over her head, had offhandedly mentioned the concept of the blanket fort. Maya had been ecstatic at the idea and demanded Sam teach her how to build one.
And so, the entire day had been dedicated to the construction of the most decadent blanket fort the materials to be found in Maya's house would allow them. With the downstairs restaurant closed for refurbishment and Maya's parents out of town for a fortnight on business-y matters, there's nobody to disturb the pair in pillaging the entire upstairs living area of all the spare bedding and cushions they can find, and setting up camp in the living-room. Their work is truly a blanket castle, filled with books and snacks and piles of boardgames, and electronics too. As evening rolls around and the room fills with gloom, Maya sneaks down to the restaurant and steals the tacky fairy-lights from the outside eating area, assisting Sam as they drape their temporary blanket home in strings of little white lights.
Maya lies in her baggy pyjamas inside the fort, curling her tentacles into the plushy layer of duvets and blankets beneath her and grinning ear to ear and she gazes up at the lights pegged to the cloth ceiling.]
It's pretty! Don't you think it's pretty?
And so, the entire day had been dedicated to the construction of the most decadent blanket fort the materials to be found in Maya's house would allow them. With the downstairs restaurant closed for refurbishment and Maya's parents out of town for a fortnight on business-y matters, there's nobody to disturb the pair in pillaging the entire upstairs living area of all the spare bedding and cushions they can find, and setting up camp in the living-room. Their work is truly a blanket castle, filled with books and snacks and piles of boardgames, and electronics too. As evening rolls around and the room fills with gloom, Maya sneaks down to the restaurant and steals the tacky fairy-lights from the outside eating area, assisting Sam as they drape their temporary blanket home in strings of little white lights.
Maya lies in her baggy pyjamas inside the fort, curling her tentacles into the plushy layer of duvets and blankets beneath her and grinning ear to ear and she gazes up at the lights pegged to the cloth ceiling.]
It's pretty! Don't you think it's pretty?
doctopus[It's getting to Maya's "that time" of the month again.
...No, not that time. The other time. You know, that time when the nights seem to grow long and restless, and as much as Maya tosses and turns she just can't get comfortable, the growing prickly, antsy feelings in her gut making it difficult to doze off (even when Maya can usually sleep through fire alarms, uni dormmates having loud sex on the other side of the paper-thin walls, drunken rowdy roommates staggering in singing lewd out of tune versions of pop songs after a night of drinking, and pretty much any other noise thing university-living can throw at a tired students).
After sleeping through most of her classes (at various points with her face in her tentacles/a book/her lunch), Maya knows it's that time again to follow her octopus instincts and swim off from her own dorm to find a new den.
And lo! That brings us to where we are now. How Maya managed to get into Sam's room without his keycard is unclear — how she was apparently able to make her entrance and departure several times over, if the number of her own pillows and bed covers neatly wound into a comfortable nest under Sam's bed is anything to go by, is even more so. Maya mumbles to herself in her sleep, wrapping her tentacles even closer around herself. There's little gap between her and the support-beams of the underside of the bed, but Maya feels secure in the tiny dark space. Ain't no way she's waking up for a while.]
...No, not that time. The other time. You know, that time when the nights seem to grow long and restless, and as much as Maya tosses and turns she just can't get comfortable, the growing prickly, antsy feelings in her gut making it difficult to doze off (even when Maya can usually sleep through fire alarms, uni dormmates having loud sex on the other side of the paper-thin walls, drunken rowdy roommates staggering in singing lewd out of tune versions of pop songs after a night of drinking, and pretty much any other noise thing university-living can throw at a tired students).
After sleeping through most of her classes (at various points with her face in her tentacles/a book/her lunch), Maya knows it's that time again to follow her octopus instincts and swim off from her own dorm to find a new den.
And lo! That brings us to where we are now. How Maya managed to get into Sam's room without his keycard is unclear — how she was apparently able to make her entrance and departure several times over, if the number of her own pillows and bed covers neatly wound into a comfortable nest under Sam's bed is anything to go by, is even more so. Maya mumbles to herself in her sleep, wrapping her tentacles even closer around herself. There's little gap between her and the support-beams of the underside of the bed, but Maya feels secure in the tiny dark space. Ain't no way she's waking up for a while.]
villainousvirus[Heatram's volcano lair has no merit whatsoever with little to provide but stifling heat and rocks. As an alien— no, legendary Pokemon, temperature doesn't usually mean much of anything to him, but Deoxys is at least familiar enough with rocks to know there's absolutely nothing good about them. He did crash to Earth in one, after all, torn out of his beautiful spacial backdrop of stars by Earth's gravitational pull.
Not that he ever saw the rest of space from within the cold hard innards of the meteorite that incubated him until then, but within the mountain you can't even see the sky. Heatran's lair is fairly spacious but to Deoxys it's cramped and oppressive, feeling the heavy ache in his chest and uncertain for a moment if it's home sickness for a place he never really knew, or the pain mirrored in this form from where the gem in his true body's chest is cracked to the centre.
For the umpteenth time, the boulder he's been focused on all day (night? He can't tell from in here) rattles and shakes, banging against the cave floor. Deoxys braces his hands against the wall he's slumped against, teeth clenched and sweating from the effort and the heat as he wills the giant rock into the air. He feels its oppressive weight in his head and then his chest is hit with a crushing pain. The boulder strikes the floor as Deoxys slides down to the floor gasping, one hand at his heart as he mutters curses between jagged breaths.]
Not that he ever saw the rest of space from within the cold hard innards of the meteorite that incubated him until then, but within the mountain you can't even see the sky. Heatran's lair is fairly spacious but to Deoxys it's cramped and oppressive, feeling the heavy ache in his chest and uncertain for a moment if it's home sickness for a place he never really knew, or the pain mirrored in this form from where the gem in his true body's chest is cracked to the centre.
For the umpteenth time, the boulder he's been focused on all day (night? He can't tell from in here) rattles and shakes, banging against the cave floor. Deoxys braces his hands against the wall he's slumped against, teeth clenched and sweating from the effort and the heat as he wills the giant rock into the air. He feels its oppressive weight in his head and then his chest is hit with a crushing pain. The boulder strikes the floor as Deoxys slides down to the floor gasping, one hand at his heart as he mutters curses between jagged breaths.]
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Jan. 23rd, 2013 01:57 pmredhotmagma[She'd only come over to deliver the (adorable) cake she'd picked up from that new posh little bakery down the road. Maybe stay five minutes more or so just to chat, if she could afford the time. That was supposed to have been it. Kelly has about a million other things on her schedule for today, but...somehow it's difficult to care about that when she's wrapped comfortably in the arms—uh, tentacles, of the guy she likes most. Tako knows just how to squeeze all her concerns away and bring her back to being herself, for a little while. It's hard to resist.
Kelly presses another kiss to Tako's face, grinning a little as she brushes her fingers through his hair.]
...You know, it's been twenty minutes. I think my next appointment is going to be very late.
[Not that her tone suggests she's going anywhere.]
Kelly presses another kiss to Tako's face, grinning a little as she brushes her fingers through his hair.]
...You know, it's been twenty minutes. I think my next appointment is going to be very late.
[Not that her tone suggests she's going anywhere.]
redhotmagma["Ten minutes before curtains go up!"
Kelly sneaks a peek from behind the thick crimson curtains at the buzzing crowd beyond the stage. Her audience. Back-stage is empty and covered in shadows, the slither of brightest light falling away as Kelly lets the fabric close together behind her and turns back to Casey with gleaming eyes.]
Are you ready, baby?
[The Delcatty in question gives an affirmative "mreow" and pads closer, the little silver bells hanging from the bow tied to her tail jangling charmingly as moves. Kelly bends down to pull a stray thread from the feline's frilly outfit and to check her Pokemon's coat one more time, before straightening up and tugging at the hem of her own (identically pink and frilly) dress. This Cute Contest is as good as theirs, Kelly can feel it.
She's about to run through the plan once more when there are footsteps from the side of the stage. A stagehand appears out of the gloom, leading a...shape in tow. Kelly squints to see but behind the curtain it's too dark to make out anything but the other person.
"Excuse, miss Lailey. It seems one of your Pokemon may have wandered off. You should keep a better eye on them around back stage. Now I have returned it to you, I must dash."]
Wait a minute! I haven't lost any...
Kelly sneaks a peek from behind the thick crimson curtains at the buzzing crowd beyond the stage. Her audience. Back-stage is empty and covered in shadows, the slither of brightest light falling away as Kelly lets the fabric close together behind her and turns back to Casey with gleaming eyes.]
Are you ready, baby?
[The Delcatty in question gives an affirmative "mreow" and pads closer, the little silver bells hanging from the bow tied to her tail jangling charmingly as moves. Kelly bends down to pull a stray thread from the feline's frilly outfit and to check her Pokemon's coat one more time, before straightening up and tugging at the hem of her own (identically pink and frilly) dress. This Cute Contest is as good as theirs, Kelly can feel it.
She's about to run through the plan once more when there are footsteps from the side of the stage. A stagehand appears out of the gloom, leading a...shape in tow. Kelly squints to see but behind the curtain it's too dark to make out anything but the other person.
"Excuse, miss Lailey. It seems one of your Pokemon may have wandered off. You should keep a better eye on them around back stage. Now I have returned it to you, I must dash."]
Wait a minute! I haven't lost any...
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Sep. 24th, 2012 06:29 pmbandagedbandit[The kids have had a busy day. Between being kicked out of nursery early and forcing their mother away from work; covering the lounge wall with crayon masterpieces; playing doctor with mummy's first aid kit, and becoming wrestlers for the afternoon, you'd expect the miniature hell-raisers to have tired themselves out already, and yet they're still faring better than Clarissa. Who, by the way, is ineptly trying to calm a crying Darter (whose twin sister leapt from the sofa and crushed him during the previous pretendy-game) while trying to pry Magmar's Pokeball from Martel's stubborn fingers, which is proving to be difficult without resorting to breaking them.
Husband, help.]
Husband, help.]
bandagedbandit[Several rooms in the Rocket base may be gathering dust, but lack of recent activity within the team hasn't slowed the buzzing in Clarissa's mind any. Nor has it dulled her attempts to clear it. Once again Clarissa can be found on the outskirts of Aurora Forest, going hand-to-hand with Magmar. It's all she cares to do lately: train herself and her team, but at least that's more productive than moping around the base and snapping at the Grunts. Or at least, it should be.
Each punch she launches at Magmar is driven by two year's worth of defeat and disappointment, but it's no longer a picture of directionless anger like past "training" sessions have been. Clarissa's moves are strong and deliberate but there's flash of desperation every time Magmar blocks, dodges and counters, her strikes growing increasingly wayward as her frustration builds.
An upper-cut to the chin is enough to throw the Admin off balance and she's all out of moves when a final kick to her stomach sends her sprawling backward onto the grass. Clarissa gasps as Magmar's foot presses down on her thoat—she shoots the unimpressed-looking Fire-type an unsure frown but doesn't bother to get up, her breathing ragged from exhaustion and the pressure on her windpipe.]
...This isn't working, is it?
Each punch she launches at Magmar is driven by two year's worth of defeat and disappointment, but it's no longer a picture of directionless anger like past "training" sessions have been. Clarissa's moves are strong and deliberate but there's flash of desperation every time Magmar blocks, dodges and counters, her strikes growing increasingly wayward as her frustration builds.
An upper-cut to the chin is enough to throw the Admin off balance and she's all out of moves when a final kick to her stomach sends her sprawling backward onto the grass. Clarissa gasps as Magmar's foot presses down on her thoat—she shoots the unimpressed-looking Fire-type an unsure frown but doesn't bother to get up, her breathing ragged from exhaustion and the pressure on her windpipe.]
...This isn't working, is it?
pyritechnics[Jo turns off the heat, shucks off her oven gloves, and casts a clean tea-towel over the steaming pot on the stove. The air hangs heavy with spices as she peers out the steamed-up kitchen windows, smeared and buffeted by Pyrite's grime and sandstorms, into the barely discernible dark outside.
With her hands no longer occupied (Jo casts an eye over the lightly steaming pot and bowls of pathetic looking—read: Orre-standard—salad), there's another murmur of unease in her stomach. Squinting out of the dirtied panes at the smudges of light in the town, it's almost possible for Jo to pretend that her worry is for her absent guest...rather than the fact that she even has one. This whole entertaining thing has become a foreign art in recent times.
It's not really working: even trying to worry about Elisa is hard. Elisa's a big girl, she can take care of herself, though Jo had been sure to insist her young guest keep at least one Pokemon out on the way to her run-down apartment in one of Pyrite's rougher neighbourhoods (considering "rough" is most of Pyrite on a good day, she had been particularly strict that Elisa come with a pal of sorts). But the girl was tough...and she liked that. All the more reason for this evening to go right.
She busies herself with lighting candles and checking that Elisa's "surprises" are all in place, and waits for her date to arrive.]
With her hands no longer occupied (Jo casts an eye over the lightly steaming pot and bowls of pathetic looking—read: Orre-standard—salad), there's another murmur of unease in her stomach. Squinting out of the dirtied panes at the smudges of light in the town, it's almost possible for Jo to pretend that her worry is for her absent guest...rather than the fact that she even has one. This whole entertaining thing has become a foreign art in recent times.
It's not really working: even trying to worry about Elisa is hard. Elisa's a big girl, she can take care of herself, though Jo had been sure to insist her young guest keep at least one Pokemon out on the way to her run-down apartment in one of Pyrite's rougher neighbourhoods (considering "rough" is most of Pyrite on a good day, she had been particularly strict that Elisa come with a pal of sorts). But the girl was tough...and she liked that. All the more reason for this evening to go right.
She busies herself with lighting candles and checking that Elisa's "surprises" are all in place, and waits for her date to arrive.]
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Jun. 18th, 2012 10:07 pmvillainousvirus[Under the cover of the clouded evening skies and absent of witnesses, a lone shape crawls over the deserted beach. Something far from human or animal struggles across the sand, the wretched stuff sticking to its smooth, dampened orange body as the creature painfully progresses forward. Deoxys sinks down onto the sand, forced to stop and lean on his tentacles for support as his body is wracked by another agonised shudder. The lights from the town in the distance glint off of the cracked jewel in his chest, highlighting the dark, jagged split running straight through it. A tentacle flicks instinctively up to it as snatches of memory return; there had been a bright light, then pain and the feeling of being dragged under...the ocean, it must have been the ocean... But that's all he remembers.
He doesn't like to be this close to human settlements, but he's out of options. The dock ahead is free from people, at least. Deoxys looks around frantically, until...yes, that would do. It feels like it takes almost forever for him to drag himself to the huddle of storage containers on the far side, but it's worth it. The huge boxes are derelict and rusted; they can't have been used in years. Deoxys pulls himself up and stumbles into the one that faces out to sea, pointed away from the town and the rest of the dock.
The insides are dank and dark, the clang of Deoxys' footsteps against the metal floor reverberating through the gloom. But it's just what he'd have prayed for, if aliens did pray; he'll be safe here, at least, he hopes. The darkness spins around him as Deoxys makes his way towards the back of the container, one tiny, agonised step at a time. He leans heavily against the wall, advancing slowly with shaky steps as he uses his tentacles to guide his way; just the effort to keep moving and not fall is exhausting for him, his vision full of static and his body screaming. Finally he reaches the far corner, pressing his back against the metal and allowing himself to sink to the floor. Unconsciousness comes almost immediately.]
He doesn't like to be this close to human settlements, but he's out of options. The dock ahead is free from people, at least. Deoxys looks around frantically, until...yes, that would do. It feels like it takes almost forever for him to drag himself to the huddle of storage containers on the far side, but it's worth it. The huge boxes are derelict and rusted; they can't have been used in years. Deoxys pulls himself up and stumbles into the one that faces out to sea, pointed away from the town and the rest of the dock.
The insides are dank and dark, the clang of Deoxys' footsteps against the metal floor reverberating through the gloom. But it's just what he'd have prayed for, if aliens did pray; he'll be safe here, at least, he hopes. The darkness spins around him as Deoxys makes his way towards the back of the container, one tiny, agonised step at a time. He leans heavily against the wall, advancing slowly with shaky steps as he uses his tentacles to guide his way; just the effort to keep moving and not fall is exhausting for him, his vision full of static and his body screaming. Finally he reaches the far corner, pressing his back against the metal and allowing himself to sink to the floor. Unconsciousness comes almost immediately.]
GET IN LOSER WE'RE GOING SHOPPING
Jun. 6th, 2012 10:33 pmbandagedmandit[Somebody's weekend hasn't been fun. Covering the least wanted shifts at the base, doing all the menial cleaning and paperwork duties as well as chasing after the grunts who wanted to be there even less than he did is hardly Clarence's idea of a Saturday well spent.
But, if anything, it sure works up an appetite. What better way to unwind after a hectic day than with a big, indulgent meal, right?
When Clarence finally rolls off of his and Dick's bed after a much needed nap, his Team Rocket uniform switched out for a much scruffier and relaxed hoodie and jeans combo, his first port of call is obviously the kitchen. He runs a hand absently through his messed-up hair, yawning as he steps over dirty socks as he makes a beeline for the fridge. His stomach grumbles in anticipation as he opens the door. Oh man he's going to make the best freakin' dinner ever, this is going to be so totally—
...]
DIIIIIIIIICK!!
But, if anything, it sure works up an appetite. What better way to unwind after a hectic day than with a big, indulgent meal, right?
When Clarence finally rolls off of his and Dick's bed after a much needed nap, his Team Rocket uniform switched out for a much scruffier and relaxed hoodie and jeans combo, his first port of call is obviously the kitchen. He runs a hand absently through his messed-up hair, yawning as he steps over dirty socks as he makes a beeline for the fridge. His stomach grumbles in anticipation as he opens the door. Oh man he's going to make the best freakin' dinner ever, this is going to be so totally—
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DIIIIIIIIICK!!
I want your sex
Apr. 9th, 2012 02:53 pmnameissilver[It's been a long day for Silver, training and trying to keep himself busy while his girlfriend's at work. All in all, a typical day except for one thing...he's fucking horny. Maybe it's something in the air, maybe it's the fact that his team's been so obedient and is getting stronger lately, or maybe it's just that he's a teenage boy and prone to horniness at any given point in time. But his thoughts turn to Clarissa and how he can't wait for her to get home already so they can just do it.]
The BIG DAMN OPEN POST
Mar. 31st, 2012 04:39 pmcreepyfriesAll the threads, all the time, for everyone! Even if we've never played together before! It's one big damn happy (or unhappy, depending which way you like your RP to swing) free for all. So if there're any set-ups you want to tag out then jump right in! (...Just please give me a scenario and set the scene well enough for me to know what we're doing, and tag the existing threads instead of adding new ones. Okay? Okay!).
OPENFOREVER UNTIL WE HIT MAX COMMENTS.
OPEN
being sick sucks amirite
Mar. 23rd, 2012 02:52 pmnameissilver[Silver hates a lot of things, but one of his top ten biggest hates is being sick. It's the not being allowed to get out of bed, it's the feeling too groggy and weak and overall shitty to even think about getting out of bed, the sneezing, the fever, the headache, the coughing.
And of course, needing to be taken care of. No matter how much he protests it, he needs it and it really fucking sucks.]
And of course, needing to be taken care of. No matter how much he protests it, he needs it and it really fucking sucks.]
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Mar. 13th, 2012 10:28 pmredhotmagma[It's mid-morning on Awesome Island, and Kelly is safe and sound at home. Right now she's curled up on the sofa in her cluttered and over-decorated living room and watching TV, Casey the Delcatty dozing on top of her feet. Kelly sits hugging a cushion, her eyes glued to the screen the whole time. Except of course for when every few minutes her gaze wanders to the nearby clock on the bookshelf. Surely her guest should be here soon! It was set to be a quiet day so she had invited Ruby — she just couldn't miss an opportunity to gain more Friendship Points, after all, and as a bonus they did seem to get along well. It's just a pity that her soap isn't nearly finished yet. Kelly frowns. It's poor hosting to watch TV when you have a guest, right?]
bandagedbandit[Clarissa is finally awake for the first time in hours, and the first thought that slowly pulls itself together through the sleepy and medicated haze is relief that she's not in the hospital. The world is blurred as she looks around, bleary and disorientated, but the lack of white and sterility around her is comforting. Just because she's spent so much of her life in and out of hospitals doesn't mean she doesn't hate them.
It had been a horrible few days, Clarissa knows that much, but thankfully she doesn't remember most of it. She does remember the ditch, and how she had begun falling before she had even realised there had been anything to fall into. She remembers how her head had struck something hard on the way down and how there had been a horrible, tearing pain in her side, more terrible than she thinks she's ever experienced, before she had blacked out.
What she doesn't remember is being found by a pair of Pokemon trainers who had happened to be passing and dragged to the island's only clinic, nor being sent straight into extensive surgery to remove the bits of tree-branch impaled in her side. But she remembers being briefly conscious in the clinic before falling back into medically-induced sleep.
...And now she's here, on the sofa in her own home, in her well-worn pull-over hooded sweatshirt and with one of the scruffy spare blankets over her. Right now that's all she cares about...although, there was one other thing...but right now she can barely think straight and is just tempted to fall straight back to sleep...]
It had been a horrible few days, Clarissa knows that much, but thankfully she doesn't remember most of it. She does remember the ditch, and how she had begun falling before she had even realised there had been anything to fall into. She remembers how her head had struck something hard on the way down and how there had been a horrible, tearing pain in her side, more terrible than she thinks she's ever experienced, before she had blacked out.
What she doesn't remember is being found by a pair of Pokemon trainers who had happened to be passing and dragged to the island's only clinic, nor being sent straight into extensive surgery to remove the bits of tree-branch impaled in her side. But she remembers being briefly conscious in the clinic before falling back into medically-induced sleep.
...And now she's here, on the sofa in her own home, in her well-worn pull-over hooded sweatshirt and with one of the scruffy spare blankets over her. Right now that's all she cares about...although, there was one other thing...but right now she can barely think straight and is just tempted to fall straight back to sleep...]
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Feb. 13th, 2012 07:45 pmbandagedbandit[Silver hadn't come home.
That was how it had started. Clarissa hadn't been worried. Annoyed? Yes. The nerve of it, Silver disappearing early morning and not letting her know that he was going to be out for hours. Surely it was just courteous to let the person you lived with know if you wouldn't be coming home, right? She had stewed on it and quickly forgotten about it again, going on with her own damn day. It wasn't until it began to get late and Silver wouldn't pick up her calls on his PokeGear that Clarissa began to...not even worry, not yet. No, she just grew angrier and more impatient...until she got the call.
A ransom note, that's what the Grunts had to show her when had she reached base, out of breath from running and demanding to know the situation. That's when concern kicked in. Not just concern, either. Panic. With the Executives MIA and nor the time nor the patience to sit around and play hostage politics Clarissa had ordered her Grunts to her and they had set out. It would be against anyone else's best interests, but with the knot of rage and panic in her stomach Clarissa isn't willing to do anything but tear whoever took the heir— Silver apart.
...Mercifully their opposition is a manageable one. A slapdash gang of rogue trainers-come-bounty hunters. Potentially a force to be wary of...but not a patch on bona fide Team like Rocket, as hoped. Unorganised petty thugs who don't know their damn place... Clarissa sees their members falling to her Team's numbers and brutality as she tears through the run-down network of below-ground corridors as she searches desperately for Silver. The floor shakes with explosions from other areas of the building as this small portion of Team Rocket puts the teams ridiculous supply of Electrodes and Voltorbs to use as retribution for this group's insult against theirs. Normally she would love to join in with the carnage but right now all she can focus on is finding Silver, pelting through the building and taking-out any members she runs into on the way with Blastoise and Clefairy.]
That was how it had started. Clarissa hadn't been worried. Annoyed? Yes. The nerve of it, Silver disappearing early morning and not letting her know that he was going to be out for hours. Surely it was just courteous to let the person you lived with know if you wouldn't be coming home, right? She had stewed on it and quickly forgotten about it again, going on with her own damn day. It wasn't until it began to get late and Silver wouldn't pick up her calls on his PokeGear that Clarissa began to...not even worry, not yet. No, she just grew angrier and more impatient...until she got the call.
A ransom note, that's what the Grunts had to show her when had she reached base, out of breath from running and demanding to know the situation. That's when concern kicked in. Not just concern, either. Panic. With the Executives MIA and nor the time nor the patience to sit around and play hostage politics Clarissa had ordered her Grunts to her and they had set out. It would be against anyone else's best interests, but with the knot of rage and panic in her stomach Clarissa isn't willing to do anything but tear whoever took the heir— Silver apart.
...Mercifully their opposition is a manageable one. A slapdash gang of rogue trainers-come-bounty hunters. Potentially a force to be wary of...but not a patch on bona fide Team like Rocket, as hoped. Unorganised petty thugs who don't know their damn place... Clarissa sees their members falling to her Team's numbers and brutality as she tears through the run-down network of below-ground corridors as she searches desperately for Silver. The floor shakes with explosions from other areas of the building as this small portion of Team Rocket puts the teams ridiculous supply of Electrodes and Voltorbs to use as retribution for this group's insult against theirs. Normally she would love to join in with the carnage but right now all she can focus on is finding Silver, pelting through the building and taking-out any members she runs into on the way with Blastoise and Clefairy.]
