Clarissa, and any unfortunate
trainers who fall into her trapWhat:
The world's most incompetent Rocket Grunt is lurking in the dark undergrowth of Viridian Forest, aiming to snag a bunch of critters for her superiors. Better watch where you're walking, trainers!Where:
Clarissa's next event log wont be as long as this. xD There was just a lot of stuff I wanted to include and I couldn't decide which bits to jettison... >.>
Flawlessly obscured by the layer of dense bushes and scrubs which sprawled the forest, a lone Rocket Grunt lay in wait. Clarissa sat in the shadows ready and waiting to pounce, twitching with irritation...and also severe cramp - sitting crouched like this for hours on end really took its toll on your leg muscles. But it was mostly
due to irritation. Clarissa seethed silently. When she had been handed the details of her latest assignment, Clarissa had been hardly able to control herself, bursting at the seams with anticipation - what marvelous job would she get to do this time? Hold up a Pokemart? Raid a Pokemon center? The moment it reached her hands she had excitedly ripped open the envelope to reveal that today's destination was...
Viridian Forest. Viridian Forest
, for crying out loud! Clarissa had despaired on the spot and torn the envelope to shreds in a fit of rage. Were they fucking kidding?! Viridian Forest was where all the noobs hung out - the bottom-of-the-barrel trainers, the hopeless Champion wannabes with only a town map and a pidgey to their name. There was no chance in hell of encountering a trainer with pokemon even slightly stronger than ones you could catch in the wild with minimal effort. Did her superiors not know who she was?
She was Clarissa, for crying out loud! One of the most bad-ass assets Team Rocket had in its arsenal. And yet she was still being reduced to scummy work like this after six loyal years in the organisation. Six! She should be an Admin by now! She'd put all the others in their places, that was for sure, yet she was stuck here with nothing but a giant net. What about those two bungling idiots and their talking Meowth that the Boss overly favoured? What were their names again? Jennie and Jay or something like that. They were the two biggest failures she'd ever met and yet they were supplied with gadgets worth millions for the tiniest of tasks. It wasn't as if they deserved it, always being taken down by that same measly kid. What was his name again? Rupert? Red? Ray? Red set off a few bells, but who would be dumb enough to name their kid a colour? No, it must be Ray. And yet she had only a single net! The nerve of it!
Still, the job had to be done. Clarissa checked that the trap was set. On the ground lie a net carefully hidden by leaves, on top of which Clefairy tottered around nonchalantly, happy to act as the bait. Who wouldn't want a Clefairy without the hassle of running around Mount Moon forever? The net was attached to a carefully hidden rope, slung over one of the thicker branches overhead, the end of it in the hands(?) of Blastoise, who waited in the bushes with its master, ready to pull on the rope upon her order and hoist up whichever unlucky bastard would be the one to make Clarissa's day.
The bushes nearby rustled, and Clarissa perked up, ready for action.