Subject: Re: [PW!] Like A Zubat Out Of Hell
Date: Thursday, January 27, 2000 7:40 AM
In article <388FDF24.ED374324@pacbell.net>, Adrian Tymes
> Doppler-puff stood on the pile of moon stones, somehow restraining
> current form's urge to evolve. His body sung with the afterglow
> of his
> song; despite his distaste for the mistranslated lyrics, the melody
> struck a chord in his soul. Cinder was off somewhere, but he'd
> said to
> keep an eye out for a potential new recruit...ah, there they were,
> coming back into the cavern. Doppler hopped down to meet them...
> ....and hopped back up on the rocks as his dancing audience closed
> "FAIRY!" "FABLE!"
> "An encore?" He waved his stubby arms to indicate the fires
> (mostly put
> out by the blast) and the statue (turned to rubble by same). "That
> might be dangerous."
> "I don't care if you *can* direct the attack away from us; I'm not
> this cavern can *survive* another one."
> "Alright...jiiigillyPUFF!" Doppler rubbed his head where a rock
> impacted it. "Hey!"
> #Well, so much for singing them to sleep.# Doppler twirled his
> finger, spun up a psychic ball of energy above his head, launched
> it to
> clear a path in the mob...
> ....and sweatdropped as the younger-looking clefairies started
> volleyball with it. #Training machines. But who...#
> "You trained...w-with Doppler's crew..." #Oh, *VOID*!# Doppler's
> tactics were mostly organized on using powers that the opposition
> did not have. While it proved most useful in day to day raids, it
> leave his forces a bit weak against anyone who was prepared to
> take them
> on at the same level...not that, until now, that had ever been a
> serious concern, outside of a few places (like Sabrina's gym)
> which they
> simply avoided.
> "CLE! FAIRY! CLE! FABLE!"
> "Umm...sorry, I'm not going to sing that again..."
> "CLE! FAIRY! CLE! FABLE!"
> #This is going to hurt.# "On the road to Viridian City..."
> Doppler only got a few lines in before the next metronome hit, and
> its victim, it was utterly devastating - or, at least, it felt
> that way
> at first. Nise-feline entered just as a giant Splash hit.
Nisemon stepped into the still-smouldering cavern, and stopped dead.
Instinct immediately told the Persian to gingerly step back a little,
where it couldn't be seen. So Nisemon did so. Ahead of the
Nise-Persian, the following could be seen.
Some Clefable and Clefairies.
An awful lot of rubble lying about.
The very first thing that entered Nisemon's mind was to quickly duck
behind a cavern wall and morph into a lady Jigglypuff, or Clefairy. But
seducing other Pokemon was not what Nisemon was here for. Quite what
the Ditto was here for it sure as hell didn't know, but why would it
want to break Pokemon hearts when tormenting humans was so much more
The second option was to morph into a human, because of course Nisemon
didn't want a Pokemon battle. Despite the recent boost of confidence
the Ditto was still a Grade A coward, albeit having delusions of
grandeur and aspirations to take over the world purely by messing up
the love lives of anime teenagers (which was, naturally, a valid course
of action). Yes, morphing into a human would be a Good Idea. Nisemon
could casually stroll past the dumb Pokemon, who would probably run
away at any rate. Nobody would be any the wiser. So quickly, Nisemon
jumped into the darkness, and made ready to don Tracey's clothes.
Clothes? What clothes?
Oh, no! Nisemon had dropped the clothes held in the Persian's mouth,
while it had been trying to sing 'Konya wa Hurricane'!
Nisemon dejectedly hauled the Persian's form back into the gloomy
halflight, and tried to decide what to do next. The Jigglypuff
certainly posed a problem. Yes, these creatures were formidable foes,
the Ditto didn't want to be sent to sleep while on its bid to take over
the world, that would be most embarrassing. The Jigglypuff was.... now,
just a minute! The Persian frowned, or rather, it made a good
impression of frowning to the best that a creature with a split top lip
and permanently grinning, evil eyes could manage.
There was something wrong with that Jigglypuff.
It smelt funny.
Suddendly, recognition lit up the Persian's features, or rather, a
feline emulation of the emotion. It melodramatically flung its whole
body back against the wall, its limbs splayed out in a manga-esque
denotation of disbelief. A wave of angst spread over its face, or the
best impression of one. Nightmarish images of white-coated scientists,
petri-dishes, syringes, a belljar prison - and for some reason, a
proliferation of bubble shaped objects - filled Nisemon's mind.
"You!" Nisemon screamed at the Jigglypuff, only in cat language - which
would obviously have less dramatic effect if it were to be relayed
here. "You! You're the Ditto! You're the Ditto!" The Persian tried to
back further into the wall, which would have been possible had Nisemon
been in Ditto form - but then Nisemon hadn't been a lump of anti-matter
for a long time. The Persian then tried to fling its paws over its
head, except it lacked the bone structure to do such a thing. Instead,
its 'arms' waved pitifully about. "I am the geniune article!" it
continued. "Because I am the strong....I mean the cleverest! I'll show
- Shimarisu (Christ, it's hard writing an eitherly-gendered
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