From: Adrian Tymes <wingcat@pacbell.net> Subject: [PW!] Chain Message Date: Friday, February 18, 2000 11:01 PM #.# --- #..# --- #...# --- #I...# A wild bulbasaur looked up from its romp among the grasses, testing out its new legs after finally emerging from its parent's nourishing bud. Nearly mindless as it was, the strange voice was of only passing interest. --- #...am...# Deep within the bowels of Blaine's volcano, a newly hatched charmander blinked. It would have sensed something was strange, but its life was so new there was not yet a normal to compare it to. --- #...Doppler.# A squirtle crawled through the sand to the surface of a beach, fragments of its eggshell still sticking to it. Had someone called? But the presence was gone as fast as it had come. --- #*I* am Doppler.# Mimic hesitated for a moment in his musings on the ATR isle. That almost sounded like his brother, and yet...not. But there was no one there. --- #I *AM* Doppler.# Dreadite tensed in his flight and looked around. Was Darkness sending Doppler after him? No...that ditto must be after someone else; it wasn't following him. --- #I am *DOPPLER*.# Minax froze in her tracks and looked every which way. The target of her vengeance was nowhere to be seen, but she knew that was no guarantee of his demise. She suspected she was just imagining things, but just to be safe, she seized the presence - imaginary or no - as it passed from her, altering its beat. #Doppler is dead.# --- Cinder twitched as the message hit him. Had someone finally taken down that crazy ditto? Impossible. And best not to let rumors like that spread; who knows what his followers might think if they believed it? He, too, shaped the beat of the presence. #Doppler lives forever.# --- Professor Oak paused while measuring ingredients. Such an odd thought; why did it come to him just now? A ditto could keep transforming to rid its body of age...but why think of that one, at this particular moment? #Where is Doppler?# --- Luthor mused on this for a few seconds. His enemy, that super hero Doppler, where would he be right now? Probably out saving the world or something. Unless... #Doppler's in his citadel.# --- Silly Putty, weak from the torture, wondered why his subconscious chose to phrase it that way. If all the rumors were true, Doppler was dead, and it was his fault. But that meant... #Doppler's citadel is death.# --- Phoo nodded at the truth of this. The presence that flew by him felt like an ill wind, even though the air around him was unnaturally still at the moment. He knew, just off the top of his head, at least one spiritual way for Doppler to fix his ill ways, though he had not yet heard of Doppler's demise. #Doppler must be reborn.# --- A thousand grey-robed heads looked up in unison. This was The Truth they had been looking for. A god could never truly die, even if they had lost contact with him, for he lived in their hearts if nowhere else. #We are all Doppler.# --- A single, occupantless grey robe abruptly stood up, telekinetically hurling two darts into the eyes of a picture of Minax on the wall. #I AM DOPPLER!# --- Mewtwo smiled in his meditation. He had a hunch this would happen. #Doppler is dead. Long live Doppler.# --- Akumachu continued to pout. He had had a special reception prepared for this one, but it had been reclaimed by that force which threatened to make his domain obsolete and irrelevant. It was his mortal enemy these days, even if it was doing the same thing to Goddish's realm. At least he had other things to torment...like the psychic chain, which he took some minor glee in snapping like a newborn's spine. TBC? [Probably not, at least not directly.]