Rocket Admin Clarissa [Pokemon OC] (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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sayitwithpocky2012-09-13 07:05 pm
bandagedbandit) wrote in sayitwithpocky2012-09-13 07:05 pm
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I'll make a half-decent Rocket outta you: the world's worst mentor-student relationship comences
[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?